My Healing Games

Chapter 836 Blood and Flesh God Statues

Han Fei carried the patient's body, intending to take the patient's "shell" outside the building, but when he returned to the first floor, he found that the exit at the end of the corridor was gone.

"Does hatred distort normal senses in its dwelling place? Is this the difference between a black building and an ordinary building?"

The sounds entering Han Fei's mind became more chaotic, and his auditory and visual hallucinations intensified.

"If this continues, the mental pollution index will increase again."

Han Fei placed the patient in the adjacent ward; his first priority was to find a way out before he could attend to the other "people."

Upon entering the building again, Han Fei had already given up on completing the mission that night. The most important thing now was to find the deceased woman and see if he could get some useful information from her.

The annex of the mental hospital houses patients with relatively mild conditions, as well as many other departments that Han Fei has never even heard of, such as the Department of Mental Pollution Control, the Department of Cranial Deformity Detection, and the Department of Phobia, etc.

Compared to the unfamiliar departments, the Internet Addiction Treatment Center located at the end of the third-floor corridor felt somewhat familiar to Han Fei. In reality, the Third Mental Hospital of Shanghai does have such a ward, and even the location is almost the same.

"I'm already on the third floor, but how do I contact them? The greedy black mist I released might attract something else."

Gao Cheng's diary did not record how to find the lost girl. It only said that the lost girl would patrol the third floor at night and would take the initiative to find patients who entered the third floor.

"It's too dangerous in the hallway, let's go inside first."

Han Fei didn't encounter any ghosts in the annex of the mental hospital, but he felt even worse than if he had. His mental state was very depressed, and his soul was being slowly polluted by an invisible force.

"In the past, Gao Cheng relied on the black mist in his greedy personality to devour negative emotions in order to maintain his rationality. Now I possess both the greedy personality and the healing personality, which allows me to both devour negative emotions and cleanse my mind of pollution. Among all the schools, the Black Building and the Haunted Building should have the least negative impact on me. If I encounter any mortal enemies in the future, I can consider luring them into the Haunted Building and the Black Building to settle things once and for all."

Pushing open the door to the internet addiction treatment center, Han Fei smelled a burning odor. Arcs of electricity occasionally flashed in the dark room, which was very frightening.

"The earliest mental hospitals did use electrical stimulation to treat nerves, but most of them later abolished it. However, some private internet addiction treatment centers like to use it privately."

Avoiding the exposed metal wires on the ground, Han Fei looked at the charred wall plaster and carefully opened the cubicle door.

A foul stench hit me. The ward in front of me resembled a small movie theater, but each seat was equipped with restraint straps and an electrified metal helmet.

"The stench is coming from those chairs." Han Fei saw the instruction manual on the edge of the chairs. This room was used to treat various mental illnesses, such as phobia.

The projector plays various ghost stories. If the patient in the chair feels scared, an electric current will pass through the metal helmet to shock the patient, forcing them to forget their fear.

After the great disaster, ghosts twisted people's hearts, and all sorts of terrifying "inventions" emerged. In order to fight fear, some people themselves became fear.

“Normal current intensity wouldn’t kill anyone, but all of these chairs have been modified.” Han Fei could already imagine the gruesome scene.

As Han Fei turned off the power to the sealed room and was about to leave, something suddenly flashed on the projector. It seemed that the souls of the dead in the sealed room were trapped in the projector, and they became "films" to frighten other patients.

Adhering to the principle of not wasting anything, Han Fei used the Secret of Touching the Depths of the Soul on the projector. He was shocked by what he learned once he used it.

Suddenly, a series of sickly human faces appeared on the otherwise ordinary projector screen! They remained in their dying moments, screaming hysterically, almost shattering Han Fei's eardrums.

As the coin was tossed into the air, the abyss of humanity opened its massive maw, and boundless black mist swallowed the projector completely!

"Attention Player 0000! Your Mental Pollution Index has increased by one!"

"Attention player number 0000! Your healing-type personality has reduced some mental pollution, and your mental pollution index has decreased by one."

"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully consumed a small resentment—the disease core."

"The core of our ailment (resentment): We fear ghosts and monsters, we are afraid of death, we are cowardly and weak, our brains are incomplete, we can't even be sure if we've gone insane. If you could, kind soul, could you do me a favor? Merge into my body and experience my pain!"

"Special Ability Case Zero: Weakening the obsession of interfering ghosts and the personality of the living."

"Beware! As the pathogen continues to strengthen, it will acquire more and more symptoms and special abilities."

The ghosts on the projector were all devoured by Han Fei, most of them becoming nourishment for his greedy personality, with only a very small portion remaining that coalesced into a pathogenic core.

Previously, Gao Cheng would have faced immense pressure and mental corruption in order to achieve these things, resulting in a very low success rate. However, Han Fei's healing personality has now counteracted the mental corruption, and his exceptionally high luck has greatly increased the probability of successfully devouring the monster. His ambition, which far surpasses Gao Cheng's, continues to fuel the growth of the abyss of greed. He has made up for all of Gao Cheng's shortcomings, and a terrifying monster that no one can predict is gradually taking shape.

"Another ghost has been added to the abyss, so it's not a complete loss."

The ghosts on the projector and screen were redeemed, and the black mist that had just spread out attracted some other things as well.

Footsteps approached in the corridor. As Han Fei left his cubicle, another person entered through the main entrance of the internet addiction treatment center.

He was wearing a hospital gown, looked to be in his sixties, had a full white beard, and his hair was tied into several dirty braids. He also had four tattered rag dolls tied to his body.

It was hard for such a peculiar appearance not to attract attention, and Han Fei also carefully examined the other party.

"You look a bit unfamiliar. Is this your first time here?" The old man's first words were quite normal. Han Fei also remembered his mission and decided to talk to the old man.

"I'm new here, how should I address you?"

"What you call me doesn't matter, what matters is that you get out of here right away." The old man's expression was very serious. He took out a photo from his tattered hospital gown: "This building is haunted, it's unclean."

"Really?" Han Fei looked at the photo; the black and white photo showed the old man's own face.

"Look at this person! He's been dead for years, but I still see him occasionally! He's a persistent ghost, he wants to kill me!" The old man excitedly twisted the photograph, then suddenly turned around, staring at the empty corridor: "Quiet! He's coming!"

Han Fei forced the lazybones in the baseball cap to check, but there was nothing in the corridor.

"Grandpa, what did you see?"

"Ghost! The ghost is coming soon!" The old man's voice grew softer and softer as he curled up, hiding behind the door like a cat with wet fur.

"Come on in, I'm a little hungry too." Han Fei's words fit the overall atmosphere of the mental hospital perfectly, and he blended in very smoothly.

Han Fei reached out and pressed down on the old man's shoulder, intending to "heal" him, when the old man suddenly jumped up, pointing at Han Fei with a face full of cold sweat.

"No! You're a ghost too!"

"How could I be a ghost? Look how warm my hands are."

"You died when you were very young! Your parents strangled you with their own hands! You were even laughing when you died!" The old man inexplicably began shouting, "Think carefully! Think about what your parents looked like!"

"I've never even seen them..." The thought had barely crossed Han Fei's mind when all sorts of memories that didn't belong to him began to surface. Childhood memories from various patients in the mental hospital seemed to be piecing together with his own, turning him into a chaotic madman as well: "The mental hospital's ability to hate is related to memories? And it's a large-scale, indiscriminate attack on a large group?"

Han Fei discovered that the random shrine tasks issued by the system were not so easy to complete. Each of these patients living in the mental hospital had serious problems, and communicating with them about their conditions was like leading himself into an abyss.

The only good news for Han Fei is that he is now the abyss.

"You say I'm a ghost, then I am a ghost. Ghosts don't need a reason to kill, right?" Han Fei used his fighting skills to lock the old man's body, forcibly letting the starlight of his healing personality shine on the other's soul.

"Attention Player No. 0000! You have discovered a special patient with a suspicious personality—Master Ba."

"Eighth Master: The oldest patient in the annex area of ​​the Third Mental Hospital of Shanghai. He has survived to this day because he is suspicious of everything."

"What's the use of doubting someone's personality?" Han Fei saw the old man's fragmented heart by touching the secrets deep in his soul. He tried to repair the old man's personality, using his hands to soothe the flaws and scars in his personality.

The treatment was very effective. The most outrageous thing was that healing others not only did not consume Han Fei, but also allowed him to collect something from the other person's soul as compensation, thus strengthening himself.

Like that madman I met before, who simply gave away his soul in a daze.

A dozen minutes later, the old man stopped struggling and collapsed to the ground.

Just when Han Fei thought he had killed someone again, the old man moved a couple of times with difficulty, as if trying to get up.

"He's not dead yet?"

As soon as Han Fei said this, the old man's face turned dark instantly, and he began to hesitate about whether to play dead.

"Are you feeling any better? Actually, I'm a doctor from the survivor settlement." Han Fei took out Gao Cheng's teacher's certificate.

The old man was somewhat puzzled as to why a doctor would produce a teacher's certificate, but he didn't dare to ask and could only slowly crawl towards the door.

"I came to the third floor to find a ghost. Her name is 'Lady of Mourning,' and she's the head nurse of the annex." Han Fei helped the old woman up and gripped her arm tightly. "Do you know where that ghost is?"

"The deceased daughter? The head nurse?" The old man thought for a long time, his voice trembling. "You're not talking about that blind woman who was locked up, are you?"

"Locked up? She can't move freely?"

“There’s a nurse on the third floor who escaped from another hospital. A long time ago, she participated in an eye transplant surgery. The surgery was successful, and the man regained his sight. But they didn’t know that the man was cursed by the gods. Everyone who helped him was implicated and became a ghost, suffering all kinds of torment.” The old man pointed tremblingly to a room on the third floor: “She’s in the forbidden area on the third floor, but I advise you not to go there. There are so many ghosts there.”

Based on the old woman's words, it can be basically confirmed that the deceased woman is identified, and the man she helped is very likely Gao Cheng.

Quietly sneaking into the solitary confinement cell, Han Fei ignored the old man's advice and opened the door.

A pungent smell of blood wafted from the house. On the cold ground lay a blind woman, her skin covered with eerie curses, her eyes gouged out. She lay motionless, like a rotting corpse.

Standing beside the woman were three doctors, holding various tools, trying to stuff a growing flesh and blood idol into the blind woman's belly.

The scene before him was somewhat different from the contents of Gao Cheng's notes, and various speculations popped into Han Fei's mind: "Could it be that the mental hospital's hatred knows that she helped Gao Cheng again? So they are punishing her?"

The black mist in the abyss of greed surged outwards on its own. In order to get Han Fei to make a move, Gao Cheng seemed to be completely abandoning his own consciousness, burying everything in the abyss of greed.

(End of this chapter)