My Healing Games

Chapter 845 His face was etched with the spirit of teaching, educating, and saving lives.
"Don't move! Stay where you are and don't move!"

The young man in the uniform of the Bureau of Calamity Investigation quickly dispersed the crowd, cleared the survivors within a ten-meter radius of Han Fei, and set up a mobile barrier at the monitoring point to completely surround Han Fei.

"Is there something wrong with the equipment?" Han Fei felt he could still struggle a little longer. Although he had a bunch of ghosts in the abyss of his personality, normal people wouldn't open his brain to check.

"Put your hands on the table! Don't make any movements that could cause misunderstandings!" The members of the Calamity Investigation Bureau were well-trained and had handled this situation before. They separated Han Fei from everyone else in just a few minutes, and their superiors arrived immediately.

"Uncle Zhao! The suspect is under control at testing site number seven! Everything is normal at the moment; the target remains sensible and shows no signs of alienation!"

The crowd parted automatically, and a middle-aged man in his forties with a stubble beard walked to the isolation barrier: "Disaster-level warning? Has hatred been detected?"

The middle-aged man frowned and stared at Han Fei. Their eyes met, and Han Fei's expression slowly changed.

"Zhao Ming?" The more Han Fei looked at the other person's face, the more familiar it seemed. He subconsciously uttered a name.

"You know me?" The middle-aged man with stubble narrowed his eyes, highly alert, and slowly reached into his pocket.

"You actually survived a major disaster?" Han Fei's face was full of disbelief. This Zhao Ming was a police officer from the Old Town Police Station. When Han Fei first received the gaming helmet, Zhao Ming and another police officer named Zhang Xiaotian had come to his house to investigate an arson case.

Having been tempered by disaster, Zhao Ming's demeanor was completely different from before; he was capable, mature, and like a hungry tiger ready to hunt at any moment.

"Why can't I live?" Zhao Ming was ready to take action. He gave the young man next to him a look, signaling him to evacuate the crowd to a more distant place.

"It's normal that you don't remember me. I wonder if you still remember the name Han Fei." Han Fei looked at Zhao Ming with great anticipation. He wanted to know what his fate would be in the future orchestrated by the master of the shrine.

"Never heard of him." Zhao Ming sensed that Han Fei had mental problems and was a deeply hidden madman, just like when they first met in real life.

"Never heard of him?" To make sure the other person hadn't forgotten him, Han Fei asked again, "Do you remember your colleague? You two came to see me together. His name is Zhang Xiaotian."

Mentioning Zhang Xiaotian, Zhao Ming's gaze became complicated. After a moment's hesitation, he took out a blood-stained police badge from his inner pocket: "He's here."

Neither of them spoke again. After the disaster, many people were gone and would never return.

"Tell me your purpose in coming to the Bureau of Calamity Investigation. Why do you have an aura of hatred on you?" Zhao Ming pretended not to want to fight Han Fei, but in reality, he was buying time to evacuate the survivors.

Watching the crowd recede into the distance, Han Fei gave a bitter smile: "My name is Gao Cheng. I possess a greedy personality, which allows me to imprison ghosts and monsters within the abyss of my personality."

The coin of fate spun in the air, and black mist symbolizing greed surged from all around Han Fei, with an illusion of a bottomless abyss behind him.

"Calm down! He's not a ghost!" Zhang Menglan ran over from a distance, accompanied by an old man who was the messenger who was in contact with Zhang Menglan's boyfriend.

"Team Leader Zhao! Don't act yet! We have information on that teacher; he is indeed a person with a special personality!" The old man hurriedly handed the documents to Zhao Ming for review: "Gao Cheng is on the list; he's a teacher at a school that needs close monitoring!"

Zhao Ming glanced at the director's seal on the document, then slowly lowered his hand from his pocket, the hostility in his eyes lessening somewhat: "He can imprison ghosts, but the instruments show he's tainted with hatred. Could he have imprisoned that hatred? How is that possible?"

"They killed the principal of the school's stronghold before they came, and they killed the human traitor who made a deal with the Black Building!" The old man gasped for breath, pointing at Yan Lan: "She killed him, and he took the body."

"Old He, have you confirmed all this information? Letting someone filled with hatred into the stronghold is too risky." Zhao Ming wasn't deliberately targeting Han Fei; he was responsible for all the survivors in the stronghold.

“I can stay outside the stronghold.” Han Fei was very cooperative. He was an old friend of the Shanghai police and naturally wouldn’t make things difficult for them: “I came here mainly to escort the survivors and my students.”

“It’s already dark, and I really can’t let you into the stronghold tonight. However, I will provide you with tents and plenty of food so that you can stay in the safe zone for the night.” The old man was in charge of logistics, and his department had already begun to provide psychological counseling and treatment to the survivors of the school stronghold in batches.

An hour and a half later, eleven survivors were taken by the Bureau of Investigation to the quarantine zone near Han Fei. Unlike Han Fei, these people had been possessed by ghosts on their way here, and some of them had been silently cursed by ghosts. Han Fei and his team had not noticed this before. If they were allowed to enter the stronghold, they might cause trouble.

After the two screenings were completed, Lao He's department distributed food and questionnaires to each survivor.

Anyone can join the Calamity Investigation Bureau, but all members must be prepared to face an extremely high mortality rate. The members of the Bureau are not gathered together to survive in the ruins, but to find out the truth about the calamity and reclaim the city occupied by monsters.

This is a fortress united by faith. Although it has a small population, it is the strongest of the three major human strongholds in terms of combat power.

The questionnaire made everything very clear: those who hated ghosts and were willing to risk everything to fight would stay, and the investigation bureau would not force those who were unwilling; they would wait until dawn to gather the crowd and send them to Hope New City.

The Bureau of Calamity Investigations enters the city every day to rescue people trapped deep within it and to contact other scattered small outposts, so they are very familiar with this process.

Around midnight, the Bureau of Investigation had compiled a list of nearly three thousand survivors, but only a little over three hundred were willing to join the Bureau.

Having no better option before, they decided to leave as soon as they heard that the Bureau of Investigation was willing to escort them to the safest human settlement on the outskirts of the city.

It's worth mentioning that the vast majority of students chose to stay. The school's purpose was to train fearless sacrifices, ensuring students wouldn't resist assessments and making school management easier. This was somewhat of a lucky accident; many students, after witnessing the brutality of the monsters, became even more determined to change everything—a mindset the school had consistently instilled in them.

The investigation bureau was also very satisfied with the results. Ordinary people have limited role to play in major disasters, but almost every child in these schools has the potential to awaken their own personality; they are the sparks of the future.

Only after registering each student's name can they truly be considered as hope by the Investigation Bureau.

"Out of 29 students in Class 1, 25 have decided to stay! Three of them possess special personalities, ten students have begun to awaken their personalities, and the remaining students have a very high probability of awakening their personalities as well!" Old He looked at the record sheet, in a very good mood, and even found Han Fei much more agreeable: "These school teachers are really capable. Not only do they all possess the strength of a group leader, but they also teach their students so well!"

"Don't you think they're pitiful? If the principal hadn't been killed, these children would have been placed on a table of hatred, their dreams thwarted." Zhao Ming remained guarding not far from Han Fei, not daring to relax for a moment.

"Of the twenty-two students in Class Two, twenty stayed behind, and one student awakened a special personality... My God!"

Old He suddenly widened his eyes as he watched, slapped Zhao Ming on the shoulder hard, and swore out loud.

"Are you sick?"

"Zhao Ming! Look at the test results for Class 7!" Old He jumped up, his hands trembling as he held the report.

"What's so interesting about a bunch of kids?" Zhao Ming glanced at the report, then his gaze was fixed on it.

"All thirty students in Class Seven chose to stay, including twenty-five students with special personalities! Of the remaining five, four could not be identified by the instruments! One student caused three instruments to malfunction in a row!"

Zhao Ming maintained his posture, his eyes still slanted, unable to adjust.

Twenty-five students in one class have awakened special personalities? As long as they grow up smoothly, they will at least reach the group leader level like Zhao Ming in the future!

Having twenty-five unique personalities is one thing, you could understand it as being in the top class in the city, but what's going on with four children whose personalities even the instruments can't identify?
Zhao Ming's eye twitched slightly. As for the last student who destroyed an instrument with each test, he dared not comment on him.

"What's going on with this class? How come they're so much better than the other classes?" This isn't just outstanding; it's like a fighter jet parked in the middle of a chicken farm. Although they're all students, there are fundamental differences between them.

"I don't know either!" Old He glanced casually at Zhang Menglan's Class 8, then looked around with Class 7's report in hand: "The person in charge of Class 7 must be terrifying to be able to teach such a class of monsters! I'm going to tell the director to lock this teacher up and bring him to the base!"

"It's okay, I can go in tomorrow." Han Fei, who was separated by the protective fence, heard the conversation between the two and waved from the fence.

"Are you the person in charge of Class 7?" Lao He and Zhao Ming both looked at Han Fei, but they couldn't see anything special about him.

"It is indeed me." Han Fei smiled shyly: "Don't be fooled by my greedy personality, my frequent consumption of ghost blood and devouring of monsters, and even my past act of sacrificing fellow prisoners. I am indeed a good teacher. My greatest strengths are teaching and nurturing students, as well as saving lives."

Staring at Han Fei behind the isolation fence, Zhao Ming sensed that Han Fei was seriously ill. Old He silently repeated Han Fei's words: "Human sacrifice? Fellow inmate?"

"Your focus is strange." Han Fei shrugged. "I'm really not a bad person. I share the same pursuits and ideals as you. If possible, I would like to meet your director as soon as possible."

If Han Fei were merely a special personality possessor radiating hatred, Zhao Ming and Lao He wouldn't have paid much attention to what Han Fei said. After all, the Calamity Investigation Bureau had eliminated real hatred before. But now that Han Fei has taught a class of students who can be described as monsters, it must be reported.

"You stay here and watch him! I'm going to notify the station!"

Zhao Ming took the report and left quickly. About twenty minutes later, the side door of the Investigation Bureau was opened, and fully armed members of the Investigation Bureau came to Han Fei's side.

The group of people exuded a strong stench of blood and a sinister aura; they must be the main members of the Investigation Bureau fighting against the ghosts and monsters.

"What do you want?" Before Han Fei could speak, Yan Lan and Wang Chuqing, who had been watching him closely, stepped forward: "We have been escorting the survivors here and have cooperated as much as we can. Don't push your luck."

Yan Lan stood directly in the middle of the crowd, facing the members of the Investigation Bureau alone without any fear: "Gao Cheng is a teacher at the school. As the acting principal, I will not let him be taken away alone."

“Our director wants to see him.” The leader pointed at Han Fei, then, avoiding Yan Lan, shouted to Han Fei, “The director said she has never heard of the name Han Fei before, but she feels that the name is familiar. She wants to see Gao Cheng, and she also wants to see Han Fei.”

(End of this chapter)