My Healing Games

Chapter 93 Who is the manager?
"I died five times, but I've figured out where the ghost was hiding in the bedroom. Compared to the child's bedroom, the living room and kitchen are actually safer."

Han Fei couldn't understand why there were so many ghosts hiding in the child's room. He had too little information to deduce the answer.

After scratching his name with a piece of picture frame, Han Fei rushed into the room once again.

He still held the girl's head down first, and then ran to the master bedroom, which was far from the living room. But to his surprise, the master bedroom, which was at the very back of the room, was locked and could not be opened without a key.

"Only the master bedroom in room 1091 was locked, there must be something wrong here. It seems I need to find the key to the master bedroom first."

Unable to get into the room, Han Fei did not sit idly by and wait for his death. He had now figured out the girl's movement patterns and attack habits, and whenever she rushed at him, he could always block her with the brazier in advance.

Fighting and retreating, Han Fei knew that it was impossible for him to pass the level with his life alone, so he wanted to make each death more meaningful!
Retreating to the other side of the living room, Han Fei kicked open the bathroom door. Perhaps the noise was too loud, because the woman chopping meat in the kitchen ran out with a cleaver.

Facing both the woman's and the child's heads at the same time, Han Fei had no confidence whatsoever. He used all his strength to smash the girl's head away, and then hid in the bathroom.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sharp kitchen knife kept slashing at the bathroom door. Han Fei could hear the woman's hysterical voice outside the door; she seemed to have completely gone mad.

"Can you hear me? Can anyone hear me?!"

There was no one to talk to; room 1091 was a living hell.

Holding onto the doorknob tightly, Han Fei focused on dealing with the head and woman outside the door when he heard the sound of running water behind him—someone had turned on the tap.

Turning his head, he saw black hair flowing continuously from the faucet. The black hair looked like rotting seaweed, emitting a strong stench, and had somehow wrapped around Han Fei's legs.

Unable to struggle, Han Fei was eventually wrapped in black hair, his body completely deformed from the constriction.

……

Opening his eyes, Han Fei's body trembled slightly: "The sixth death."

He smashed the framed portrait, held the shards of glass to record the event, and carefully felt the pain radiating from his arm.

"It's unrealistic to think I can kill all the ghosts in the house by my own power. I only have a chance if I make them kill each other."

There were so many ghosts in the house that even after dying six times, Han Fei still couldn't figure out exactly how many ghosts were in the house.

"The child's bedroom is the most dangerous, followed by the bathroom. Next time, I'll try opening both the bathroom and bedroom doors at the same time to see if the ghost in the bathroom will fight with the ghost in the bedroom. I'll only be safe once they've made a mess of things."

"My mission requires me to kill all the ghosts and save all the people. The people in the room should be the middle-aged mother in the kitchen and the disfigured boy in the second bedroom, but their condition is also very strange. They reacted very strongly when they saw me, as if they had seen a ghost."

Han Fei looked down at his portrait and an idea came to mind.

"Could I be a ghost too?"

Picking up the brazier, Han Fei stared at the door of room 1091: "The manager's tasks are woven from the manager's memories, which means there should be traces of the manager's existence in the room, or even that the manager might be in the room. If I can find him, it will be much more convenient."

Han Fei currently knows nothing about managers; he needs more information.

However, he also knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch, and he would have to risk his life for all the information and clues.

This is a gamble with memories as the stakes; the loser will lose everything.

Opening the door to room 1091, Han Fei raised the brazier to block the girl's head. He had memorized all of her movements, and almost every step was predicted.

He rushed straight to the door of the second bedroom, opened it, and without pausing, turned around and opened the bathroom door.

The temperature inside the house dropped suddenly, and the child in the second bedroom started crying. The mother in the kitchen heard the noise and prepared to open the kitchen door.

Just then, Han Fei arrived at the kitchen door at the perfect moment. The instant the door opened, he rushed into the kitchen, ready to seize the knife!

I don't know if it's because the kitchen is located in the sunny part of the house, or because the kitchen is often used for cooking, but the temperature inside is a bit higher than outside.

To prevent the girl from attacking him with her head, Han Fei rushed into the kitchen and closed the kitchen door at the same time.

He knew time was of the essence and he absolutely could not be held back by a woman, so he was willing to risk injury for injury.

During the struggle for the knife, a bunch of keys from the woman's apron fell to the side next to the refrigerator.

"The key is with the child's mother? Why did she lock the master bedroom door? I haven't seen my father in the house. Could he have been locked in the master bedroom?"

He successfully seized the kitchen knife, but when he went to pick up the key next to the refrigerator, the refrigerator door suddenly opened, and a headless corpse crawled out and dragged Han Fei into the refrigerator.

Bones shattered, a chill rushed into my heart, and intense pain stimulated every nerve.

"It's so cold..."

……

When Han Fei opened his eyes for the seventh time, he didn't think about anything. He first smashed the photo frame and then drew bloodstains and his name on his arm.

"When you open the door, a girl's head will fall off, and there's a headless child's body hidden in the kitchen refrigerator..."

Han Fei pondered the relationship between the ghosts and humans in the room, and after making preparations, he entered the room again.

Just like last time, he first opened the doors to the second bedroom and the bathroom. After hearing the child's piercing cries, he led the group to the kitchen doorway.

The moment his mother came out, Han Fei took the bunch of keys out of her apron pocket.

Dodging the swinging cleaver, Han Fei rushed towards the master bedroom. Because the woman and her head were right behind him, he only had one chance to try opening the door.

Han Fei chose the first key, inserted it into the lock, and turned the key, but the door did not open. Just as he was about to try the second key, the kitchen knife was already on his body.

There's definitely something hidden in the master bedroom!

……

He died eight times, nine times, and it wasn't until Han Fei died ten times that he finally managed to open the master bedroom door!
The moment the door opened, he slipped inside and then used the key to close the master bedroom door.

The child's mother was hacking at the wooden door with a kitchen knife, and the girl's head was banging against the door. Han Fei knew that his time was limited.

He turned his head to look around the room, his gaze quickly drawn to the double bed in the room.

A boy of eleven or twelve was bound to the bed, which was covered in stains. His hands and feet were tied to the bed legs with restraints, and he was wearing a hospital gown. He appeared to be unconscious.

“I’ve been to all the rooms in the house. There should only be three living people: the mother and two children. Which of them could be the former manager?”

(End of this chapter)