My Healing Games

Chapter 832 Final Preparations Before the Assessment

"teacher?"

"Yes, and he also secretly investigated and found out about the deal we made. He was even planning to tell the principal and the Black Building about it." Han Fei was telling the truth. If Ma Jing hadn't threatened him with the photos, he wouldn't have known about the existence of the Yin Merchants.

“Students and teachers are different sacrifices, and their functions are also different…” Yin Shang’s head was suspended in front of Han Fei, almost touching Han Fei’s hair: “But now that he knows about our private deal, we must not keep him alive any longer.”

“I will bring him here as soon as possible.” Han Fei pushed his head away: “The school puts in countless efforts to train a teacher. To exchange him for a mere minor grudge, you’ve really made a great deal.”

Upon hearing Han Fei's words, the head actually showed a thoughtful expression. After a long while, its lips moved: "You offer that teacher to me as a sacrifice, and I will give you some more information about the Ghost Tower."

A pale arm pulled out several badly damaged cursed artifacts from under the black robe, and Yin Shang threw them in front of Han Fei: "I have found some of the things you asked me to find for you. These cursed artifacts were brought out from the Third Eye Hospital and the Deep Sea Aquarium. However, the obsession of the souls attached to them has dissipated. They may be of some help to you."

Han Fei hadn't expected Yin Shang to be so generous. He had only said it casually, but who knew Yin Shang would take it seriously.

"Aquarium tickets? Medical records?" When Han Fei touched these things, the abyss of greed in his mind began to stir again, and shadows and darkness silently emerged. Yin Shang also wisely took a few steps back.

As he tossed the coin of fate, the black mist emanating from Han Fei's mind directly devoured the cursed objects, and fragmented memory pieces from them reappeared in Han Fei's mind.

Crimson waves surged, the medical record was torn to shreds, and a pale morning dawned.

After the first phase of treatment, young Gao Cheng was told some bad news by the doctor: he could not fully regain his sight yet, and being able to see simple color blocks was already the limit.

The mother and the doctor kept discussing various possibilities, but the doctor just kept shaking his head.

At the same time, the blind parents chased Gao Xing out of the consultation room. The elderly doctor closed the door, took out a contract, and whispered something to the blind parents.

The elderly doctor seemed to want to buy happy eyes, as he wanted to use happy eyes to try out new surgery on Gao Cheng.

The blind parents, whose lives were incredibly difficult, heard the offer—a sum they could never earn in their lifetime. The couple sat in their chairs, undoubtedly tempted.

After a long silence, the blind parents took the contract, tore it to shreds, and threw the pieces at the doctor's face.

They didn't have the money to cure their eyes and lost their last chance.

As they left the clinic, the blind parents softly called out Gaoxing's name.

Pale sunlight streamed into the second floor of the hospital. At that moment, Gao Xing, with his bright eyes, sat side by side with Gao Cheng, whose eyes were cloudy, on a bench in the corridor.

Hearing the blind parents calling out, Gao Xing rushed over, took their hands, and walked downstairs.

About ten seconds later, the door to another consultation room was pushed open, and Gao Cheng's mother came out. She had heard bad news, but her expression remained gentle and optimistic. She didn't want her child to suffer the hardships of the world. A mother must protect her child, stand tall, and shield him from all the wind and rain.

To make Gao Cheng happy, his mother decided to take him to the aquarium. Compared to the noisy amusement park, Gao Cheng preferred the aquarium. He loved listening to the sounds of dolphins and beluga whales. Those well-trained animals seemed to represent the gentleness of the world; they were friendlier than people.

As Mom drove past the bus stop, some glaring light shone on the crowded platform. Gao Xing held tightly to his blind parents' hands, enduring others' malicious queue-jumping, and stayed until the very end with his parents before boarding the bus.

Today, the blind parents acted strangely. They seemed to feel guilty towards Gao Xing, so they took out their savings and took a bus to the aquarium that Gao Xing had always wanted to visit.

After paying, the blind father stayed outside while his wife and Gao Xing went inside to visit, thus saving the cost of a separate ticket.

The scenes in his memory were swallowed up by the abyss of greed. The deep-sea aquarium might be the place where Gao Xing and Gao Cheng meet again.

Han Fei carefully sensed the various changes in the abyss of greed. Perhaps in the aquarium, he was happy to see his biological mother for the first time, but unfortunately, his biological mother should have been taking meticulous care of Gao Cheng at that time.

"The several strange buildings that Gao Cheng explored were all related to Gao Xing. He deliberately entered those buildings, probably looking for something."

In the memory fragments Han Fei is currently seeing, Gao Cheng and Gao Xing are still just ordinary children, showing no abnormalities. Therefore, the point at which Gao Xing truly begins to change has not yet occurred. Han Fei himself is also very curious: what kind of trauma did Gao Xing experience to commit such a murder?

"The Third Eye Hospital, the Yiyang Tiannian Nursing Home, and the Deep Sea Aquarium—Gao Xing's secret must be hidden in these three eerie buildings."

When Han Fei came to his senses, all that was left in his hand was a pile of remnants. He hadn't expected that his greedy personality could even devour cursed objects.

Escorted by Yin Shang, Han Fei left the pharmacy; it was already dawn outside.

Occasionally, one can see ragged survivors in the desolate streets. The vast majority of them suffer from severe mental illnesses and behave like wild beasts, monsters, ants, or mad ghosts, but never like humans.

As Han Fei sprinted towards the school, he heard arguing even when he was still a long distance away.

The school's main gate was crowded with people who depended on the school for their livelihood and maintained basic human dignity. Some of them were even living better than before the disaster.

These people share the same interests as the school. They are able to survive in the old city of Xinhu because of the school's annual sacrifices. But now these people have picked up various tools and blocked the school gate, protesting loudly.

Their expressions were terrified and anxious, as if they desperately needed an explanation from the school.

Pulling his baseball cap down low, Han Fei switched on his masterful acting skills and quietly blended into the crowd: "Auntie, what happened last night? Why are you all gathered here?"

"The school promised us safety and told us to entrust our children to their care without worry! But who would have thought they would take our children to make a deal with ghosts!" The old woman trembled with anger. She pounded the school wall with her cane, her eyes were bloodshot, and she seemed mentally unstable.

“Monsters! I told you long ago that a bunch of monsters live in this school! You didn’t believe me!” The homeless man covered in wounds crawled out of the garbage heap, waving his hands with a mocking smile. But as he laughed, he burst into tears, as if his family had been sacrificed to the demons, but no one believed him then.

The shouts and arguments pierced through the high walls, and many people then realized that the thick walls were not used to keep out ghosts, but to prevent the living people around them from spying on them!
Han Fei nodded secretly as he observed the protesting crowd. Among them were homeless people with nothing, hardworking new citizens, and well-dressed people who were still doing well despite the disaster.

Those people belong to the "management" and are responsible for the operation of the living quarters. They are also aware of what the school is doing. This group enjoys privileges and should, in principle, stand firmly with the school. However, they have now gone outside the school and incited the crowd to protest.

"It seems like everyone around the base is on the opposite side of the school?"

Han Fei naturally squeezed next to a man with "privileges," who seemed to be an expert in charge of the base's medicine production.

What are you doing here?

The man looked utterly exhausted, with a deep-seated fear hidden in his eyes: "The school promised us safety, but since the night before last, twenty-seven administrators at the outpost have been killed by ghost hunters! Now everyone is in a state of panic, and we need the school to give us an explanation!"

He gripped his wrist painfully: "I paid such a high price to protect my family, but now all my sacrifices seem like a joke!"

"Twenty-seven managers were killed by ghost hunters?" Han Fei was also shocked by this number. The principal was connected to the Black Building, and there were very few ghosts wandering around the area. You would only encounter ghosts if you entered a specific building.

How could twenty-seven people have been killed under such circumstances? And all twenty-seven of them were privileged managers?
It's obvious that the killer isn't a ghost, but someone who wants to overthrow the status quo.

The man probably thought of that too, but the problem is, besides the school, who else in the stronghold has the ability to kill so many administrators in two nights?

Sacrificing children, going against one's conscience, and amplifying the selfishness in human nature to the extreme—wasn't it all for the sake of protecting oneself? But now the school has failed to deliver on its promises, so of course these privileged individuals are angry and uneasy.

"Oh!"

The tightly closed school gates were smashed open, and the crowd surged in. Han Fei also followed the crowd and sneaked into the school.

Looking at the angry crowd, Han Fei didn't say anything more. He felt that the murderer was most likely the students from Class 7.

The hunt for privileged individuals began the night before, coinciding with the time when the students of Class Seven woke up.

"This method is a bit terrifying..."

Over two nights, they stirred up all the living people in the stronghold to oppose the school, incited the anger of ordinary people, destroyed the security barrier of the privileged, made the noble people pick up their morality, made the despicable people feel the threat of death, made the madmen go crazy, and made the selfish people tear everything apart for their own benefit!
"As expected, monsters should be dealt with by monsters."

The stones shattered the classroom windows, and the crowd gathered together, their courage seemingly growing considerably.

When classrooms cease to be fundamentally for education, such a thing is bound to happen sooner or later. Teachers in schools have also envisioned such a scenario, but no one expected that the imagined scene would unfold so quickly.

The loudspeakers on the playground crackled to life. Director Ya ran out of the teaching building with a megaphone in hand. He stood on the steps and shouted at the crowd, hoping everyone would stay calm, but no one paid him any attention.

"If we didn't need you to produce new sacrifices, who would care about your lives?" The principal, whose face was half scarred, stepped out of the shadows and stood on the second-floor corridor.

He didn't try to stop the crowd, but instead pulled a bottle filled with black liquid from his pocket.

"What a pity, what a waste of a nightmare."

With a wave of his hand, he threw the black bottle down from the second floor. The specially made bottle shattered in front of the teaching building, and the black mist expanded instantly. A miserable cry echoed throughout the campus, and a huge, deformed vengeful spirit rushed towards the crowd.

Removing his top hat, the principal leaped from the second floor. His leather shoes stepped on the vengeful spirit's head, and his mutated arm pierced directly into the spirit's eye socket, causing blood to splatter. The already severely injured spirit was no match for the principal during the day; it could only be repeatedly tortured by him.

"The ghosts that killed those innocent people came from other areas. I've already captured one alive, and soon we'll be able to catch the others." The headmaster, covered in soul blood, stood atop a massive vengeful spirit's head, emanating a terrifying pressure: "Remember, only the school can cultivate special personalities that can kill ghosts. This is the last hope for all the living. Don't believe the rumors! And don't let the evil spirits sway your minds!"

A sinister smile twisted his torn lips as he looked down at the crowd: "Give me three days. After the assessment, I will find the murderer and make him utterly annihilated before your very eyes!"

The vengeful spirits melted away in the sunlight. The principal intimidated the crowd, and Director Ya and the other teachers quickly began to calm everyone down. It took them a whole morning to finally disperse the crowd.

People left the base in twos and threes, but the seeds of doubt had been sown, and fewer and fewer people blindly trusted the school.

Standing on the corner of the first floor, Han Fei witnessed everything. He thought that those kids might actually be able to kill the principal before the assessment.

(End of this chapter)