My Healing Games

Chapter 844 Disaster Investigation Bureau
The voice calling Gao Cheng grew louder and louder in his ear. Han Fei lowered the brim of his hat, but the lazybones in the black baseball cap did not react at all.

"Given my current level of personality and abilities, it would be very difficult for them to interfere with me. How did they manage to do it?"

Han Fei glanced around quietly, but there were no ghosts or monsters in sight.

He listened intently, and the voice calling Gao Cheng contained no malice, but simply wanted to lead him somewhere.

Taking a deep breath, Han Fei tried to ignore the voice, but to his surprise, Gao Cheng's remaining consciousness in the abyss of greed seemed to be struggling, as if he wanted to respond to the other party urgently.

The head nurse, still afflicted by the curse, began to scream, trying to crawl out of the abyss.

"Could the ghost that summoned Gao Cheng be their friend?"

The voice in my ear grew clearer; it was the voice of an unfamiliar woman, gentle, mature, sorrowful, and restrained.

Han Fei stopped and looked behind him. He was at the end of the group, and behind him was an empty street with not a single person in sight.

"What's wrong with you?" Squad leader No. 5 noticed Han Fei's unusual behavior.

"Did you hear a voice calling your names?"

"No, were you attacked by a ghost?" Number Five pulled another child to Han Fei's side, but after the other child used his personality power to confirm, he found that Han Fei was not affected by ghosts.

"I need to confirm some things. I'll leave the rearguard work to you for now." Han Fei listened to the voice, but instead of continuing forward with the group, he returned the way he came.

Based on his experience surviving in the deeper world, he would normally ignore such situations, but the problem is that both Gao Cheng's consciousness fragments and the Mourning Woman in the Abyss of Greed want him to go there, which is rather strange.

Holding the knife in a reverse grip, Han Fei slowly distanced himself from the main group. He followed the voice's guidance and arrived at a residential building he had never been to before.

The building's windows and stairwells weren't boarded up, making it look quite ordinary. However, Han Fei's expression immediately changed after he entered.

On the stairwell wall, there was a missing person notice for Gao Xing. The photo on the yellowed paper looked like it was bleeding, and the somewhat blurry-faced child in the photo seemed to be staring at Han Fei.

“I’ve seen this cursed object in the Food Pavilion before. The missing person notice is something from the Ghost Mother.”

With utmost concentration, Han Fei entered the stairwell.

The higher you go, the more missing person notices appear on the walls, densely packed together. The faces in the black and white photos begin to distort, and the eyes of the children in the photos seem to have been gouged out.

"Were your happy eyes gouged out?"

The black mist in the abyss of greed surged out uncontrollably. Gao Cheng went completely mad after seeing these missing person notices. Fragments of his consciousness merged into the black mist, desperately washing over the missing person notices on the wall, as if he wanted to bite all the photos of Gao Xing to pieces!

Han Fei did not stop Gao Cheng. The other party forcibly controlled the black mist of greed, and his fragments of consciousness would be slowly devoured by the abyss. When Gao Cheng's self-consciousness was completely devoured by the abyss, Han Fei would be the only master of the abyss of greed.

Standing in the corridor, the scattered scraps of paper resembled a heavy snowfall filled with hatred. Gao Cheng would go mad whenever he saw Gao Xing; hatred was etched into his soul. He would do anything to kill Gao Xing, which might be one of the reasons why he was willing to accept Han Fei.

"Hey……"

A woman's sigh came from the room, and Gao Cheng's fragmented consciousness, which had been driven mad, gradually calmed down under the comforting words of the grieving woman.

Stepping on the scattered debris, Han Fei walked towards that room.

Pulling open the rusty security door, a woman stood in the center of the living room, her back to the door. Her exposed skin was covered with stitches and scars, making her look like a rag doll that had been torn apart and stitched back together time and time again.

"you are?"

"Stop trying to resist. The closer you get to success, the greater the despair you will feel in the end. Just live a numb and pathetic life here." The woman's voice was the same as the voice that had entered Han Fei's ears before, with a gentle quality in its bones. Even though the content of her words was somewhat harsh, it did not make people feel uncomfortable at all.

"I'm not reconciled." Han Fei spoke these words on behalf of Gao Cheng, as he could sense Gao Cheng's emotions within the abyss. Boundless anger and hatred were like an airtight iron box, imprisoning Gao Cheng within. He was desperately pounding and ramming against the iron box, determined to escape even if it meant being shattered to pieces.

“All your choices have already been decided. Fate has already written the answers. No matter how much you struggle, you will only fall into the abyss and completely lose yourself.” The woman had her back to Han Fei. She was clearly standing in the room, but she felt very far away from Han Fei, as if Han Fei and Gao Cheng could never touch her: “One of my children has become a devil. I don’t want my other child to become an unforgivable monster.”

As soon as she said that, Han Fei immediately confirmed her identity: "You are Gao Xing's biological mother?"

The brief words caused the woman's body to tremble slightly, and her wounds seemed to contort with pain: "Stop talking. Go away, away from the Bureau of Calamity Investigation. Stop trying to defy fate. Find a deserted place to live a miserable life and spend the rest of your life atoning for your sins."

"It was Gao Cheng's parents who switched the two children. Is an infant guilty?" Han Fei's voice grew louder. In contrast, Gao Cheng, who was in the abyss, suddenly fell silent. He seemed not to have expected his mother to say such a thing.

“The baby is innocent, so I have never blamed you. It is all my fault. I should not have let you use his eyes.”

All the faces on the missing person posters in the hallway smiled, and their eyes gradually became as bright, beautiful, and clear as Gao Cheng's, like the most beautiful gems in the world.

"Perhaps there are other paths we can take." Han Fei could sense Gao Cheng's true longing; he had already come to regard the woman as his mother.

Han Fei also wanted Gao Cheng to be able to say a few words to his mother, but when he approached the woman, the wounds on her body began to fester, like flowers withering on her skin.

The mother has already been taken away by joy, and going against the will of the gods will only hasten the destruction of both sides.

"Don't come any closer." The woman with her back to Han Fei spoke again, her body like flower petals, breaking and falling piece by piece: "You know, I am not your mother."

Fragments of memory kneel in the abyss, howling in despair. Gao Cheng's consciousness is chaotic and frenzied; he is in so much pain that he wants to shatter his past.

Various chaotic sounds, like blood splattering from Gao Cheng's consciousness, frantically merged into the abyss.

"My mom is so gentle, she's the best mom in the world!"

She is not your mother!

"Your greatest desire is to steal my mother's love!"

“I won’t let you die so easily. I will make you live in hell, just like I did, watching everything being taken away, powerless to change anything.”

As Han Fei ran into the living room, the woman had already left, leaving only a bloody prosthetic eye where she had stood.

As Gao Cheng's fragmented consciousness continued to merge with the abyss, there was nothing more painful than being abandoned by one's closest loved one.

"Something's not right."

Han Fei stared at the prosthetic eye on the ground. If the Ghost Mother really wasn't worried about Gao Cheng, she certainly wouldn't have come all the way here to secretly meet him in such a private way.

“What the Ghost Mother said makes some sense, but it’s not what she really thinks. It’s just that she can only say it that way because the shrine’s master is probably watching her.” The healing starlight shone into the abyss, and Han Fei reached out his hand to Gao Cheng’s fragment of consciousness: “Your mother is very worried about you, so she came here specifically to give you this.”

Han Fei picked up the bloody prosthetic eye from the ground. Gao Cheng also had a similar prosthetic eye, which he had brought from the Xinhu Eye Hospital.

"These two prosthetic eyes contain two demons. The true message that the Demon Mother wanted to convey to Gao Cheng should be hidden within these prosthetic eyes!"

To summon the ghost within the artificial eye, one must sacrifice the eyeballs of a living person. Han Fei has always been kind to others, and he has never done anything so cruel.

"What a pity, I should have asked Teacher Ma to work harder."

Han Fei placed the two prosthetic eyes together, and a strange thing happened. The ghosts imprisoned in the two eyeballs seemed to want to kill each other. A lot of blood and dirt seeped from the surface of the prosthetic eyes, along with a faint hatred!
"Attention player number 0000! You have obtained the D-grade quest item - Twin Eyes!"

"Double Pupils: D-grade quest item, special cursed item. All hatred comes from those eyes that yearn for light. The prosthetic eye that Gao Cheng used in his childhood witnessed all of this."

"D-grade?" Han Fei didn't expect that the two prosthetic eyes could directly reach D-grade after being put together: "E-grade items are mostly related to hatred, while D-grade items are tainted with an indescribable aura."

With the joint efforts of Han Fei and the deceased woman, Gao Cheng's fragmented consciousness gradually returned to calm, and his influence on the greedy personality became weaker and weaker, as if this personality had completely belonged to Han Fei.

Just as Gao Cheng stopped struggling and going berserk, Han Fei felt his connection with the Abyss of Greed strengthen considerably. This personality began to continuously use the power of ghosts and monsters to strengthen his body, and each time he devoured a ghost or monster, his body would undergo subtle changes.

"Gao Cheng had a trick up his sleeve? Is this his way of thanking me for healing him earlier?"

When Han Fei ran out of the apartment building, it was already getting dark. He had stayed inside the building for much longer than he had expected.

Class 7 stayed at the back of the group to cover the rear. Han Fei ran wildly along the route planned by the school in advance and finally caught up with the survivors before dark.

As soon as he appeared, Wang Chuqing walked over with a dark face: "Where did you go? You dared to entrust such an important task as covering the rear to the students? What were you thinking?"

"Think with your brains, huh?" Han Fei glanced at the students. When outsiders were present, they all acted perfectly normal, as innocent as could be.

"We're about to enter the area controlled by the Disaster Investigation Bureau, so be careful." Wang Chuqing had been coordinating between the school and the survivors all day. He completely believed what Yan Lan said, thinking that everything was done by Yan Lan and that Han Fei was just rescued by Yan Lan on a whim.

As darkness fell, just as night was about to descend, a powerful spotlight was turned on, its beam shining in front of the survivors.

In the aftermath of the catastrophe, most survivors dared not turn on the lights at night to avoid being targeted by ghosts, fearing they would attract their attention. But in this Bureau of Calamity Investigation, bright light pierced through the darkness, and the towering building in the distance resembled a lighthouse, guiding all the survivors.

The exhausted crowd seemed to regain their strength, and guided by the beam of light, they slowly entered the area under the control of the Bureau of Investigation.

The roar of engines filled the air as modified vehicles loaded with food and water drove out of the Bureau of Investigation. The drivers were all individuals with special personalities.

In a city overrun by vengeful ghosts, vehicles and dangerous weapons can only be controlled by individuals with special personalities. If ordinary people are affected by ghosts during the control process, the consequences are extremely serious.

"You have entered the Bureau of Calamity Investigation! Please remain where you are and rest! I repeat! Everyone stay put!"

The car door opened, and members of the Investigation Bureau, dressed in uniform, stepped out. While distributing food and water, they also unloaded special equipment from the vehicle.

The 3,000-strong survivor team was divided into ten groups. All survivors who passed the mental and personality tests received a food and water package and three meal vouchers.

"This group has amazing execution skills, much better than our school." Wang Chuqing stood with Han Fei: "When you're being tested later, be careful not to get mistaken for a ghost and killed."

"Don't worry, I'm very familiar with the director of the Calamity Investigation Bureau."

“Your joke is not funny at all.” Wang Chuqing patted Han Fei on the shoulder: “A scumbag like you will only die if you meet her. That female director is intolerant of any nonsense. She is the flag of the Calamity Investigation Bureau and the beacon in the hearts of all rebels.”

"I'm not kidding you."

The long queue for testing soon reached Han Fei. He looked at the instrument in front of him, but before he could react, a piercing alarm sounded.

The red words "extreme danger" and "severe mental pollution" kept flashing on the instrument. The red light, symbolizing a vengeful ghost, shone on Han Fei's face, scaring the other survivors into retreating.

There was an empty circle around Han Fei, who sat silently in his chair, somewhat confused about the current situation.

(End of this chapter)