My Healing Games

Chapter 813 The World Through the Madman's Eyes Becomes Reality

Her gaze froze on the corner of the room, Cai Bao's body stiffened completely, her face turned pale almost instantly, and cold sweat broke out on her brow.

The cat was hidden behind the door in the bedroom with the windows closed, but the sheets were swaying slightly, and her fingertips touched something.

Black raindrops fell on the glass window. Overwhelmed by fear, Cai Bao screamed and fell to the ground, scrambling to get away from the bed.

Her back hit the wall, and with her last bit of courage, Cai Bao hugged the cat behind the door, staring nervously at the floor below the bed.

The draped bed sheet began to sway again, like undulating waves.

She held her breath, afraid to make a sound, her eyes fixed on the sheets, as if the "thing" under the bed was about to come out!
My heart was racing, but the sheets returned to normal.

It all seemed like a hallucination I was having to scare myself, except that the black rain outside the window seemed to be getting heavier and heavier.

Cai Bao didn't dare stay inside, so she ran to the living room with the cat in her arms.

"We need to leave immediately!"

As Cai Bao hurriedly put on her shoes and was about to open the security door, she suddenly heard the familiar meowing sound again.

She looked down and saw that the cat in her arms was not moving, and the sound was obviously coming from somewhere else.

I instinctively turned my head to look at the bedroom. The draped bed sheet was lifted, and a man with a distorted face was lying under the bed. His head was sticking out of the sheet, and he was making cat-like noises.

Cai Bao's legs went weak with fear. The man's body seemed boneless. He crawled out from under the bed, on all fours, and quickly rushed out of the bedroom and into the living room!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A knock sounded at the door, and the glass cat called out Cai Bao's name from outside. Cai Bao, who had been completely disoriented, immediately came to her senses and used her last bit of strength to open the door: "Run! Don't come in!"

Cai Bao held her own cat in one arm and hugged the glass cat outside the door with the other, like the heroine in a horror movie, urging the glass cat to leave quickly.

"What did you see?"

"Hurry! He's coming after us! He's already climbed into the living room!"

"But there's no one in your house!" Glass Cat pressed down on Vegetable Bun's shoulder: "Calm down! Your cat is terrified."

With the soothing touch of the glass cat, Cai Bao calmed down. She looked at the cat in her arms and saw that all the bloodstains on the cat's body had disappeared. Instead, she had several scratches on her arm.

After Cai Bao let go, the cat in her arms seemed to be terrified and struggled desperately to break free.

"Are you hallucinating?" Glass Cat helped Cai Bao back into the house. She even ran into the bedroom, lifted the bed sheet to take a look, but there was nothing underneath.

"That's impossible!" Cai Bao now has an extreme fear of beds: "I saw a man hiding under my bed with my own eyes. His body was like a cat's, and I think I even touched his face! Yes! I touched his face! It was so cold!"

“Caibao, listen to me, there’s a problem with the game ‘Perfect Life’ right now. Many people who have played the game are starting to experience abnormalities.” Liuli Cat hugged Caibao’s shoulders, trying to cheer up her friend who was caught in the fear: “These are all fake. It’s the negative emotions brought on by that game. It’s amplifying the unease in your memory.”

"The unease in my memory?" Cai Bao didn't quite understand what Liu Li Mao was saying.

Have you ever had any terrifying experiences related to beds or cats?

“Terrifying memory…” Cai Bao thought for a while, and his face suddenly turned a little pale: “When I was very young, I lived with my grandmother. One evening, I was playing hide-and-seek with my friends. When we passed by a cemetery, we saw an old cat with wounds on its body.”

"and then?"

"I couldn't bear to take it home, so I secretly brought it home. But I was afraid my grandma would scold me, so I hid it under the bed. The cat was old and intelligent. It was quiet and ate and drank peacefully. But I gradually noticed that the old cat was always staring at me, as if it was imitating my actions." This happened many years ago, but Cai Bao still feels scared when she thinks about it now.

"It's alright, take your time," Liuli Cat gently held Cai Bao's cold hand, constantly comforting her.

About a week later, the old cat died under the bed, and I started to have a fever for no reason. Later, my grandmother found out what had happened and had someone split up the bed to make a coffin, which she burned along with the old cat's body. At the time, my parents were working in another city, so my grandmother took me to see a doctor. I received IV fluids during the day, and she stayed by my bedside every night. Every night after midnight, she would point at me and yell at me. The nurse said that my grandmother yelled at me for two whole nights, and on the third day, my fever suddenly broke.

"Your grandma wasn't scolding you, she was scolding that old cat." The glass cat poured Cai Bao a cup of hot water. Before Cai Bao reached for the cup, she frantically wiped her hands with a towel: "What are you doing?"

"The black rain fell on my hands; it was sticky and smelly! I couldn't wipe it off no matter what I did!"

"Black rain?" Liuli Cat looked out the window. "It did rain today, but the rain was no different from usual."

"Look closely!" Cai Bao stood up and pointed at the windowpane: "This rain is clearly black! It looks like rotten blood!"

"Could it be that only people with mental abnormalities or those affected by that force can see the black rain?" Liuli Cat stopped arguing with Caibao. She took out her phone and told Huang Ying what had happened. Many strange tales and eerinesses that were originally just existing in people's minds are now gradually becoming reality.

After Huang Ying answered the phone, he immediately told Liuli Cat to take the vegetable buns and leave. He was also in a state of panic. After dark, all sorts of strange things started to happen.

The taxi driver who was working the night shift noticed a half-length white cloth hidden under the seat as soon as he got into the car. He was about to check it when he heard the car door open. When he looked up again, he found that passengers had already taken up seats in the back.

The other party wanted to pick someone up from a place where a fire had occurred. The driver started the car out of confusion, but the passenger outside kept banging on the car door, seemingly cursing why the empty car wasn't picking up passengers.

A food delivery driver in the city had been busy all day when he suddenly noticed black rain falling from the sky. He ran into the residential area with his last delivery, but no matter how many times he called, the other party wouldn't answer.

Looking up, he saw a woman waving and shouting something from a balcony on one of the floors of a residential building.

The deliveryman rushed into the residential building, but accidentally slipped and fell to the ground, dropping the food container and revealing a large amount of black hair inside.

Before he could even process what was happening, he saw a woman standing in the hallway, waving at him incessantly…

Putting down his phone, which was constantly receiving new reports, Huang Ying rubbed his temples: "It's not just people who played the 'Perfect Life' game who are showing abnormalities; patients who used the Deep Space Technology Psychological Therapy Assist Device are also starting to have problems. How many more attack methods does the 'ghost' have left?"

Initially, those things were just hallucinations and hysteria, but through his conversation with Han Fei, Huang Ying knew that it wouldn't be long before those things would actually appear!
Several unspeakable individuals have joined forces, plotting more than just a city. They intend to use the new Shanghai as a fulcrum to shake up the real world and overturn all order and rules.

"The mutation is happening a bit too fast. I should notify Han Fei." Huang Ying took out his encrypted phone, but he couldn't get through to Han Fei no matter what he tried.

……

Taking the city train, Han Fei returned to the old town with the supplies he had purchased. It was still evening, but the sky had already darkened.

Dark clouds gathered over Shanghai, and soon rain began to fall.

Han Fei stared at the black raindrops falling on him, paused for a moment, and then slowly raised his head.

The endless darkness seemed to bury the entire city, and the sky was filled with black rain that exuded malice.

"Has night come early?"

Running into the residential area, Han Fei ignored everything that was unusual. He opened his front door and used the culinary skills he had honed in the Deep World to prepare a large table of meat dishes. Then he placed all the chairs he could find in the house next to the dining table.

After washing the kitchen knife, Han Fei sat in the main seat. He looked at the empty seats and seemed to be talking to himself: "I don't care if you are hallucinations or real people. Since you are here, I will treat you to good wine and meat. But if you dare to have any crooked ideas, you will be the next ones on the table. I mean what I say."

Han Fei was clearly the only person in the house, and he knew it himself, but he still prepared a large table of dishes. This was his way of entertaining guests.

Regardless of whether his "friends" had eaten their fill, Han Fei ate a large meal. Before lying down in the gaming pod, he thoroughly checked the room and finally took out his phone to check his messages.

No one called him, and when he checked his notes, all the information was still there.

Then Han Fei opened the photo album, but the most bizarre photo had been deleted.

"Someone tampered with my phone."

Han Fei once found a peculiar photo on his phone. The photographer had taken a picture of him playing a game, seemingly trying to signal his presence to Han Fei.

The photos are gone, but a new message has appeared on the last page of the memo.

"The name of day is night. Day cries, night laughs. When night goes away, it will return the smile to day."

As night fell, the rain intensified, with black raindrops constantly pounding against the windowpane.

The presence of this black rain made Han Fei feel somewhat dazed, and he even had the illusion that he had not yet left the game.

“If I cannot stop the will of the garden owner and the dream, this city will probably be no different from the Deep World.” Han Fei can now understand Fu Sheng’s choice, but he still will not follow Fu Sheng’s path: “Perhaps I will have to pay a thousand times the price to let both worlds see the light. This path is destined to be more difficult than the path Fu Sheng chose, but if no one does it, what is the point of an unchanging future?”

After putting on the gaming helmet, Han Fei closed the door of the gaming pod.

As blood descended, everything in sight was covered in bloodstains. Han Fei felt a little lighter on his back, as if someone else had taken away a part of what he was carrying.

"I wonder which unlucky person took the pressure for me?"

Opening his eyes, Han Fei returned to the skyscraper. He had been gone for quite some time, and new changes were likely to occur inside.

Only after touching the ghostly markings and summoning the Great Calamity did Han Fei dare to push open the door.

Darkness, decay, rust, filth—all the filth instantly helped Han Fei regain his composure.

Han Fei reached out and touched the ground, but the evil spirit didn't react. He checked his inventory and found the fragments of Number Two's brain lying quietly in the corner.

After Han Fei removed the fragment, the surrounding flesh and blood began to gather together.

A few minutes later, the "Dean's" body was reassembled in front of Han Fei. After Han Fei put the brain fragment of Number Two into the Dean's body, the dark pupils of the Evil Soul appeared in the Dean's eye sockets.

“This is no fun at all. I feel like my body is being torn into pieces.” The evil spirit’s eyes remained cold and malevolent: “After you leave, it seems I will fall into eternal slumber.”

"What? You want to kill me and take my place?" Han Fei narrowed his eyes and replied calmly.

"You should stay away from that evil spirit from now on. Getting too close to him will make you become dark as well." The evil spirit looked behind Han Fei with a strange expression, but he didn't say anything more about the matter.

"What about the rest?"

"I'll take you there." The flesh and blood of the evil spirit merged into the ground, and he led Han Fei to a tomb on the twenty-fifth floor, where Ji Zheng and the others were hiding.

"Are you all alright?" Han Fei breathed a sigh of relief when he found that no one was injured.

“Something terrible happened on the 50th floor. The elevator carrying the body hasn’t stopped.” Ji Zheng held the hand of the terrified boy. He had shaved his beard and given up drinking, making him look several years younger.

"Is it the same as before? The body's head exploded right after it was brought down?"

“No, the deaths are all kinds of bizarre and outrageous. The whole building is in chaos now.” Ji Zheng took out several photos he had taken: “Night police are massacring the totalitarian regime, death row inmates are killing people everywhere, all taboos have been triggered, and new hatred has entered the building.”

(End of this chapter)