My Healing Games

Chapter 92 A Cycle of No Escape

"As long as I can complete this management task, I should be able to become the new building manager."

Han Fei kept giving himself psychological suggestions. He had studied a lot of psychology before, intending to use it to heal his neighbor, but unexpectedly he used it on himself first.

"The task didn't give any specific hints, it seems I'll have to figure it out myself."

He glanced at the brazier, the photo frame, and the portrait on the ground; it seemed like this was the night the spirits returned.

“It always feels weird.”

Han Fei placed his portrait face down on the ground. He gently grasped the doorknob of room 1091, and as he tried to push the door open, the system's voice rang in his mind.

"Attention, Player 0000! You must kill all the ghosts in this room and save everyone!"

The door to room 1091 opened with a bang, and before Han Fei could even step inside, a girl's head fell off the door frame and bit his neck!

A sharp pain shot through him, and Han Fei grabbed the man's head with both hands, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free.

Blood blurred his vision, he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't even scream.

His strength waned, pain shot through his body, and Han Fei collapsed to the ground, his consciousness fading. He was unable to get up again.

"Is this death?"

……

Han Fei suddenly opened his eyes and found himself standing at the door of room 1091, with a portrait of himself on the ground, smiling happily.

"I've already died once?"

Everything happened so suddenly. The ultimate goal of this mission seems to be to kill the player by any means necessary, causing the player to lose their memories.

Han Fei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, remembering the system's warning from before.

In the manager's task, there is no penalty for death, but memory loss will occur. When one forgets who they are, the previous manager will be reborn using their body.

"This mission is more dangerous and difficult than we imagined!"

Han Fei thought carefully for a moment, and realized that he didn't seem to have forgotten anything important, which was what made him most uneasy: "Could it be that I have completely forgotten something?"

Suppressing his unease, Han Fei looked at room 1091 again: "As soon as I open the door, a girl's head falls off; she'll bite my neck off..."

Han Fei didn't want to experience that kind of pain a second time. He looked around and picked up the brazier on the ground: "The system just gave me a hint, telling me to kill all the ghosts in this room, but what am I going to use to kill them? To light the brazier? Or to fight them head-on?"

After thinking for about five minutes, Han Fei didn't even touch the door this time. As a result, the door to room 1091 opened by itself, and the girl's head fell off again, biting Han Fei to death in a pool of blood.

……

Opening his eyes, Han Fei subconsciously touched his neck: "Staying too long will get me killed. It seems I have no choice but to find a way to get inside!"

Cheer up. Besides the pain from his previous two deaths, Han Fei also remembered the location of the severed head. This time, he would avoid the attacker and rush straight into the house.

Picking up the brazier filled with ashes from paper money, Han Fei slammed the iron brazier down in a certain direction the moment he pushed open the door!

"Oh!"

The girl's head slammed into the brazier, and a scream echoed through the house.

Han Fei knew the other party was very strong, so he rushed into the house and used his body to press down on the brazier, trying to put the man's head in the brazier.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

While the head was being violently struck against the brazier, Han Fei took the opportunity to survey the room before him: "A glass coffee table, a fruit bowl with rotten fruit on it, the bedroom on the left, and the kitchen door on the right..."

When he could no longer suppress the crowd, Han Fei rushed straight to the kitchen. He needed a weapon, even a kitchen knife would do.

Pushing open the kitchen door, a strong stench hit me, and a middle-aged woman was chopping up rotten meat in front of the cutting board!
Upon seeing Han Fei, she screamed and slashed at him with the kitchen knife in her hand.

Blood gushed out, and a human head bit the back of Han Fei's neck. He fell to the ground, enduring unimaginable pain, but his brain was working frantically. His eyes scanned the room, desperately trying to remember as much as possible!
……

"The fourth death."

Opening his eyes, Han Fei didn't know what he had forgotten, and he hated this feeling.

"The difficulty of this task is beyond imagination. The main problem is that I forget something after each death. Now I've even forgotten what I've forgotten."

"If this continues, I might forget that I'm on a mission and who I am. Will I start to think that I belong here?"

The thought was terrifying. Han Fei silently counted down the time in his mind: "There are two kinds of memory: brain memory and body memory. Many people still remember some frequently repeated actions after they lose their memory. The black box exists deep in my brain, and it can most likely only affect brain memory."

To leave himself a way out and to avoid completely losing himself, Han Fei decided to do something crazy.

He glanced at the framed photo containing his own portrait, picked it up and smashed it, then held a shard of glass and slashed four bloody lines on his arm.

This is the fourth death!
Blood flowed from his finger, and Han Fei felt the pain. Then he drew the words "Han Fei" on his other arm.

"It has to be repeated after every death; I hope my body can remember this pain!"

Selecting the sharpest shards of glass and putting them in his pocket, Han Fei opened the door, first using the brazier to shield the person's head, then rushed towards the bedroom door on the other side of the room.

Chased by heads, he dared not stop for a moment: "There are two bedroom doors. The first door has an alphabet and posters on it, probably for the children."

Grasping the doorknob, Han Fei pushed open the bedroom door, which was closer to the living room.

Toys scattered all over the ground came into view, and among them sat a five or six-year-old child with his back to Han Fei.

With the severed head right behind him, Han Fei rushed into the house. He still remembered the system's last instructions: kill all the ghosts and save everyone.

"Is this child even human?"

He instinctively moved away from the child, but the child still sensed his presence and slowly turned his head, revealing a scarred face to Han Fei.

Immediately afterward, the child let out a scream, and two slender arms suddenly emerged from the shadows behind the door. They grabbed Han Fei and hanged him inside the room.

With his neck deformed, face turning bluish-purple, and eyes bulging outwards, Han Fei stared intently at the bedroom.

"There are bloodstained clothes in the gaps of the wardrobe, half a face under the bed, a person hanging behind the curtains, and the shadow under the desk moves. There are at least four ghosts in this bedroom..."

……

Opening his eyes, Han Fei didn't think about anything. He first smashed the photo frame and began to train his body's memory in his own way.

Each bloody wound represents a past that can never be forgotten.

(End of this chapter)