My Healing Games

Chapter 870 Escaping the Mental Abyss
Han Fei's fingertips touched the doorknob of the dean's office, but just then he heard a child crying again. The sound did not come from the dean's office, but from another room deep in the corridor.

"Number Two told me to keep listening to the baby's cries and not to be disturbed by anything."

Han Fei withdrew his hand, unaffected by his habitual thinking, and turned to run towards the direction from which the crying was coming.

He hadn't run more than a few steps when the door to the ward marked "Dean's Office" was opened, and a huge, brown-haired arm stretched out from it, its palm holding countless smiling faces of children!
If Han Fei had accidentally opened the door just now, he would have been grabbed directly by the large hand!

A wave of fear washed over him, and Han Fei turned and ran without daring to linger.

"The giant hand has brown hair, and it seems to have been mentioned in the memories that surfaced from the soy sauce vat! Could this hand belong to the Dean?"

It's impossible for Immortal Pharmaceuticals to hire a monster as its director. Something else must have happened to that deformed madman, or perhaps the so-called reddish-brown hair is some kind of hint.

Following closely to the child's cries, Han Fei seemed tireless, an endless stream of strength welling up from the depths of his heart, and no fear could stop him from moving forward. This was also the biggest difference between Han Fei and other members of the Investigation Bureau. The more fear and anxiety one felt, the more one would fall into internal strife, and would collapse from exhaustion after running only a short distance. But Han Fei, with his unwavering will, never doubted himself; every step he took was straight toward hope.

The large hand was impossible to shake off; it almost grabbed Han Fei several times. Just as the thick fingers were about to close, Han Fei suddenly accelerated and managed to escape.

Han Fei wandered around the building for a long time until the child's crying grew louder and louder. Finally, he saw a new picture at the end of the corridor.

A newborn baby is drawn on the cracked wall, looking so cute that it easily evokes adults' protective instincts. However, the scene in the drawing is somewhat cruel: a pair of rough hands grab the baby's legs, pulling it from the cradle, with various toys and a storybook scattered nearby—the person that Dad and Mom are looking for is here.

The baby waved its hands haphazardly, one of which seemed to be pointing towards the stairwell.

The crying became even more piercing. To prevent being caught by the giant hand, Han Fei rushed directly into the stairwell at the end of the corridor.

The floor tiles changed, the wallpaper was torn off, and the moment Han Fei entered the corridor, he seemed to fall back into the fear of the dean's childhood.

The smell of disinfectant in the air was replaced by a fishy stench. Mold lingered in the secret passage leading underground, and bloodstains that could not be washed off remained on the slippery ground. Small bone fragments were also stuck in the gaps between the stone bricks.

The scene before him was incredibly realistic; it seemed to be the most vivid image in the dean's memory.

"Something's not right."

The cries sounded like tiny hands climbing up Han Fei's body, clinging to him little by little, as if trying to drag him somewhere.

The light grew dimmer and dimmer, and suddenly the sound of a door closing rang out. The stairwell door disappeared, and Han Fei was trapped in this strange, downward-pointing secret passage.

Cold water droplets fell from above, and Han Fei pressed himself against the wall, his body disappearing into the darkness.

He didn't know how long he walked down the spiraling secret passage before a room finally appeared before him.

Buried deep underground, hidden from the light of day, the dean's secret must be hidden in this room.

A creaking sound rang out, and Han Fei pushed open the door. In front of him was a huge mirror, and the person in the mirror seemed to be himself.

Han Fei had changed. He had returned to the age of four or five. His wounds were rotting, and reddish-brown fungal spots had grown on them. His hair had been shaved off, and his ugly birthmarks were too horrible to look at.

"Is this what the dean looked like when he was a child?"

From any perspective, he doesn't seem like a human being, and it's impossible to imagine what he's been through.

Footsteps suddenly sounded behind him, and Han Fei quickly hid behind the mirror. He saw a burly man enter the room.

The man seemed to be searching for something; he was incredibly impatient and angry, as if he had lost an inseparable part of his life.

He roared and smashed things in the room, as if he needed to vent his nameless anger.

After searching the entire house without finding the "thing," the man gave up. He sat on the floor and casually opened a wooden cage in the corner of the room.

The sound of wheels turning filled the air as a poor child's lower body became entangled with the wooden cart. He forced a smile, but the man was not satisfied and kicked him away.

The wooden wheel fell off the boy, and he crawled away in fear.

The man's eyes gradually turned excited and terrifying. He enjoyed chasing away his fleeing prey and torturing fearful children, which seemed to satisfy his twisted desires.

The eerie room was terrifying. Han Fei slowly moved towards the door, but he found that the child's crying was concentrated inside the room, and he couldn't hear it clearly as he got closer to the door. According to Number Two, he needed to stay in the room as much as possible.

"What should we do?" The dean's mental state was so bizarrely twisted that the exit was always hidden in places that were hard for ordinary people to guess, and it was designed entirely according to the thinking of mental patients.

The child crawling on the ground had stopped struggling; he had lost his life in the man's hands.

After picking up the child's body, the man opened a cabinet in the room, which was filled with all sorts of children, their bodies all different from those of normal children.

Satisfied with admiring the "display case," the man suddenly noticed an empty space underneath, where a child seemed to have escaped.

The man's face instantly turned extremely terrifying, as if he wanted to devour people. The aura emanating from him was very frightening, and his body began to swell little by little.

A sense of terror permeated Han Fei's entire body. This had nothing to do with his own will; he was forced to immerse himself in the dean's terrifying memories.

Instinct drove him to flee, and it was indeed not too late to run, but the child's cries could only be heard inside the house, and nothing could be heard outside.

"What choice did the dean make back then? The exit from this nightmare must lie in his choice!"

The man's body was slowly turning, and Han Fei clenched his fists. The monster's aura was filled with boundless hatred, and it was still rising steadily.

His mind raced, and Han Fei decided not to hide any longer; he stepped out from behind the mirror.

As the man turned around, he saw Han Fei standing next to him.

A rough arm covered in sharp blades grabbed Han Fei's head, and the man, whose body had swelled several times larger, easily lifted him up, admiring the dean's ugly and deformed face.

The man seemed to want to see fear and dread in Han Fei; that was what he wanted.

The sharp blade cut through his skin, and blood flowed onto the fungal patches and birthmarks. The excruciating pain tormented Han Fei's nerves, but he endured it.

To overturn everything, one must feign compliance with the rules, accumulate sufficient power, and then transform from an ugly pet into a ferocious monster.

After his face was slashed again, the man got bored and casually threw Han Fei on the ground.

The massive body walked out of the house, the door closed, and Han Fei slowly got up, listening to the crying beside him.

"When the man first came in, he seemed to be looking for something. He seemed very anxious. Considering the pattern on the outside wall, and the book that says 'What Dad and Mom are looking for is here...'"

Han Fei thought of a possibility: "The man might be looking for his own child, but the head of the hospital has hidden the baby."

Instead of running away, Han Fei leaned against the wall, carefully trying to discern the direction from which the crying was coming.

"It seems like I'm the only one who can hear this crying?"

After walking around the house for a long time, Han Fei made an incredibly horrifying discovery. He stood in front of the mirror, listened intently, and finally confirmed that the child's cries were coming from inside his own stomach.

Just as Han Fei realized this, a child's arm emerged from his abdomen, revealing a large, bloody hole in his stomach.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Han Fei was shocked by this spiritual realm; most people would never have such extreme and bizarre thoughts.

"Could it be... that's the exit?"

Han Fei reached out and touched the mirror. The mirror surface rippled like water, and the dean's stomach in the mirror was slowly being torn apart, with the hole getting bigger.

"Isn't it too perverted?"

Bending down, Han Fei crawled into the stomach of the dean in the mirror, where he found the whereabouts of the murderous couple's biological child.

The world turned blood red, and Han Fei felt his body being digested and decomposed until all the pain disappeared.

Han Fei suddenly opened his eyes and found himself back in the mental hospital, in a strange room.

Before them were rows of wardrobes, just like the ones the director remembered from the basement where children were kept, only ten times more numerous.

Opening the cabinet doors, one finds various personalities stored within each cabinet, seemingly extracted from the consciousness of living people by the Dean, collectively forming a vast spiritual realm.

"Attention player number 0000: You have discovered the spying personality. This special personality comes from a patient in a mental hospital and has been stripped away by hatred."

"Attention player number 0000: You have discovered a fantasy personality. This special personality comes from a patient in a mental hospital and has been stripped away by hatred."

……

System notifications kept ringing out, and before Han Fei could even touch those personalities, the voice of Number Two echoed in his mind again.

"Quick! It's coming! Get to the deepest part of the room right now! Smash that jar!"

An unprecedented sense of crisis washed over Han Fei, and he knew without a doubt that the Dean's true form had arrived.

He has now entered the innermost room of the Spiritual Demon Realm, a forbidden place that the Dean cannot touch.

In fact, the dean probably didn't expect that there would be living people who could overcome their fears. To get to this room, one must first find the loopholes that occur when the mental and spiritual realms alternate, delve into them, and then pass through tests that are impossible for normal people to complete. One also needs very good luck to have even a slight chance of success.

How could the Bureau of Investigation have such a twisted and incomprehensible person who moves freely amidst the fear woven by countless mental patients?

By the time the Dean himself caught up, it was already too late. Han Fei walked to the center of the entire Spiritual Ghost Realm and found the special jar.

All personalities are connected to the jar, and the brain floating inside that jar controls and governs everything.

"Attention Player 0000! You have successfully found the Brain in a Jar. Please take it out of the Third Mental Hospital immediately!"

"The world you see is just a dream reconstructed from countless memories. In reality, everyone lives in their own jar, and all souls that want to escape will be ruthlessly crushed by fate, and you will be no exception."

(End of this chapter)