My Healing Games

Chapter 812 It started as just a minor anomaly
Han Fei stayed in the amusement park for a long time until Huang Ying suddenly called him.

The other party used that encrypted number, which Huang Ying usually only used to contact Han Fei in case of an emergency.

After leaving the amusement park and making sure no one was around, Han Fei answered the phone: "Brother Huang?"

"Some problems have arisen in the shallow world of 'Perfect Life.' Some players are exhibiting abnormal mental states after logging off." Huang Ying spoke quickly: "The matter is serious and cannot be explained over the phone. You need to come to Smart New City."

“Last night, the unspeakable ghost began to affect reality, and the medium it chose was ‘Perfect Life.’ I already know this.” Han Fei placed the black key close to his body. He didn’t know the location of the door yet, but he felt that he would find it one day.

“I think you should take a look, because this isn’t an isolated case. All the players with abnormal mental states have died in the Paradise passage. I suspect that two unspeakable individuals are working together now; one opened the passage, and the other will use it to do something even more terrifying later.” Huang Ying asked with some concern, “Has there been any new problem with the Paradise passage?”

"The hatred guarding the passage is about to enter the skyscraper." Han Fei frowned slightly, then changed his mind: "I'll go to the Smart New City right away. Give me an address."

Two hours later, Han Fei and Huang Ying met in a high-end residential community in Smart New City. They took the elevator together to the door of room 3014.

“This resident from my neighborhood was a key member of the Business Alliance in ‘Perfect Life.’ He died in the amusement park passage that night.” Huang Ying waved to the camera, waiting for the homeowner to open the door: “After logging off, he initially just felt a headache, and then he became more and more abnormal.”

After waiting a few minutes, the door was opened, but it was impossible to see who opened it.

The pungent smell of air freshener wafted from inside the house. The living room was messy, with planks and nails scattered on the floor, and the furniture had been moved.

"Mr. Zhang?" Huang Ying walked ahead, phone in hand, carefully kicking aside a wooden plank on the ground. "The exorcist I found for you is here. Are you alright?"

Han Fei glanced behind him and realized that the exorcism master Huang Ying was referring to was himself.

As Han Fei slowly entered the living room, he saw some used adult diapers and a large number of air freshener bottles in the corner.

A creaking sound suddenly came from the bedroom. The wardrobe door was pushed open, and a pale arm stretched out from it, followed by a shoulder, and finally a bloodless face.

"boss Zhang!"

Huang Ying ran to the bedroom and pulled Mr. Zhang out of the closet. Mr. Zhang's stomach was bulging and his pockets were full of various medicines.

"Why did you lock yourself in the closet in broad daylight?" Huang Ying pressed down on Mr. Zhang's still trembling shoulders: "It's alright, the exorcism master is here, all the problems that are bothering you will be solved."

After a while, Mr. Zhang finally recovered. He lay on the ground and grabbed Han Fei's arm, pleading, "Help me! That thing wants to kill me!"

"Don't rush, tell me slowly." Han Fei squatted down next to General Manager Zhang and glanced at General Manager Zhang's abnormally swollen belly.

"I saw it! At first it only appeared at night, but later it appeared during the day too!" Mr. Zhang covered his head, his eyes filled with terror. He trembled as he gripped Han Fei tightly: "There's someone in my bathroom! It stands in there whenever I don't turn on the light! It even crouches behind me and crawls over my head!"

Mr. Zhang pointed to the bathroom, where the wooden door had been completely sealed with wooden boards, but it seemed to have no effect.

When did you first see it?

"The Perfect Life Game! It was after I was killed by a ghost in the Nightmare Passage that day!" Boss Zhang pulled out a handful of pills from his pocket. He was about to put them in his mouth without even counting them when Huang Ying stopped him.

“The ghosts in the passage are all on our side. It must be the will of the dream doing something in the dark.” Han Fei walked to the bathroom door, removed all the wooden boards, and opened the door.

There were no ghosts or monsters in the luxuriously decorated bathroom; in fact, it was cleaner and tidier than the other rooms.

"There are no ghosts. I can confirm that there are no ghosts here."

"Impossible! Look! It's right there! It's hiding in there!" Mr. Zhang covered his head and screamed like a child.

“The ghost in the passage won’t follow you out. You’re probably affected by the dream, which has brought out the darkest parts of your heart.” Han Fei grabbed Mr. Zhang and led him to the bathroom door: “Have you ever done something in the bathroom that you regret? I can only help you if you tell the truth.”

Seeing that Mr. Zhang was struggling and yelling and refusing to cooperate, Han Fei picked him up and pressed him against the toilet in the bathroom: "If you don't talk, I'll lock you in the bathroom and not let you out."

Seeing this scene, Huang Ying, who was standing nearby, gave a wry smile. He had really asked Han Fei to come over to save people.

Under Han Fei's threat, Mr. Zhang finally spoke up: "My sister committed suicide in the bathroom because of the pressure from her family. She said she hated everyone in the family. Ever since then, I've been afraid to go to the bathroom alone at night. I can always hear her voice. Every time I go into the bathroom, I feel like she's standing inside trying to strangle me!"

"The fear in your heart has been transformed into an illusion by your dream." Huang Ying roughly understood.

“It might not be a hallucination. After a while, his sister might really appear.” Han Fei’s words frightened both President Zhang and Huang Ying: “No one can say for sure what ghosts are. They die, they exist, they are always in people’s minds, from the deepest to the shallowest, and even in everyone’s dreams.”

Han Fei had entered Fu Sheng's Paradise Shrine and knew that the first generation of ghosts appeared because of the continuous accumulation of people's negative emotions.

If everyone in Shanghai were like Mr. Zhang, then an even more terrifying ghost would descend sooner or later, and the past tragedy would repeat itself.

"The garden owner coordinates reality and the deeper world, and the consciousness of dreams makes advance arrangements. Two unspeakable entities have already made their moves, and who knows how many more unspeakable entities will be involved in the shadows."

There are some things that make Han Fei's scalp tingle just by thinking about them. Unbeknownst to him, Xinhu has become the center of the storm, and this all-consuming vortex continues to expand.

"The best way to overcome fear is to face it, but that's too difficult for most people."

Han Fei released Mr. Zhang's hand, and Mr. Zhang, who was usually dressed in a suit and tie, scrambled out of the bathroom, unwilling to stay there for even a moment longer.

"You can't do anything about it either?" Huang Ying opened his phone: "This is a list compiled by the Inevitable Truth Mutual Aid Association. There aren't many extreme cases like Mr. Zhang's, but the number of people with unstable mental states has increased dramatically. Another strange thing is that those players with mental abnormalities are mainly concentrated in Xinhu."

"Is it true that the closer a company is to the AI, the more likely it is to run into problems?"

"I'm not sure either." Huang Ying's brows furrowed. He had never encountered such a difficult situation before. He had always felt that there was plenty of time, but he hadn't expected the disaster to strike so quickly.

"There are people inside Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals and Deep Space Technology who are cooperating with the three major criminal organizations, and there are even unspeakable people hiding in their companies. We have too many enemies now." Han Fei has conflicts with the two tech giants, but he must protect "Perfect Life". That spiritual paradise is not only Fu Sheng's entire life's work, but also the key to neutralizing the despair of the deep world.

"So what do we do next?" Huang Ying asked, having subdued General Manager Zhang.

"In the game, you called on players to unite and protect their homeland, so that those monsters wouldn't take advantage of any loopholes." After a moment of silence, Han Fei continued, "Abandon illusions and prepare for the fusion of the deep world and the shallow world."

Has the situation gotten that bad?

"We need to prepare for the worst." Han Fei needed to return to the Deep World as soon as possible. He needed to notify the hatred inside the building and guard the passage: "The longer we delay, the more people will be affected by the Deep World. The next few nights will determine many things."

"The ghosts of the deep world... will they really come out?" Huang Ying had never experienced Fu Sheng's Memory Shrine and could not imagine the horror within.

"Let me put it this way, the despair that people have created themselves has been accumulating for so long that it can now easily bury humanity itself." Han Fei was not a pessimist; he was simply stating a fact: "Stop wasting time. Give it your all every night from now on."

"Understood." Huang Ying nodded and dialed the emergency number to have a doctor come and take Mr. Zhang away.

"For things in Xinhu, just contact the police directly. I might be staying in the shadows for a while." Han Fei was about to leave when he suddenly stopped at the door. "Keep an eye on Liuli Cat and the other players I've saved. They are the seeds of the future. Make sure they don't get extinguished prematurely."

“When they’re live-streaming online, they’re seen by everyone, which makes them easy targets for criminal organizations. I’ll be careful.”

After Han Fei and Huang Ying finished their conversation, they went to the supermarket in the smart city and bought various supplies to prepare for the coming week.

……

As darkness fell, the virtual idol Caibao returned to her neighborhood carrying newly purchased cat litter and cat food. Online, she was outgoing and enthusiastic, but in reality, she was socially awkward and introverted, rarely greeting her neighbors.

"Strange, why is the neighborhood so quiet today?"

Dark clouds slowly gathered over Shanghai, and fine raindrops fell on her arm. Cai Bao slowly opened her eyes wide and reached out to touch the rain: "Why is this rain black?"

Looking up, Cai Bao saw that black rain was falling everywhere, and the dark, sticky rain was like the malice in people's hearts.

The passersby around were in a hurry, and no one paid attention to the vegetable buns. The black rain seemed to be visible only to certain people.

"I just changed my clothes, and I'm going to take a shower when I get back."

Caibao, carrying the cat litter, rushed into the stairwell. Whether it was an illusion or something else, the stairwell seemed unusually cold and gloomy today, as if it wasn't the way home, but rather a path leading to another place.

Somewhat flustered, Cai Bao took out her key and tried several times before she could open the door. Throughout the process, she kept looking back. There was clearly nothing in the hallway, but she had a feeling that she was being followed.

She ran inside and closed the door as quickly as possible, but when she turned around, that strange feeling returned.

"This is my home? Why does it feel a little unfamiliar?"

After making sure the door was closed, Caibao put down the cat litter and called the cat's name.

The room was quiet; the cat didn't respond, and only her own voice could be heard.

Looking at the empty room, Cai Bao turned on the living room light. She walked forward, feeling her way along the wall, when she suddenly heard something crawling in her bedroom.

Calling out the name of the family cat, Caibao ran into the bedroom and saw the bed sheets swaying.

"Don't crawl under the bed! You'll get all dusty again!"

Cai Bao squatted down, lifted a corner of the sheet, and reached her hand inside: "Come out quickly!"

After touching it several times without finding it, Cai Bao bent down to look under the bed when her gaze suddenly fixed on the corner of the bedroom, where her cat, covered in bloodstains, was hidden behind the door.

As the clock hands moved, Cai Bao's bent fingers suddenly touched something, icy cold, like a person's face.

(End of this chapter)