My Healing Games

Chapter 95 Keep laughing!
The brother's medical report mentioned that the child had witnessed his father commit murder in the bedroom, and saw his father dispose of the body in the bathroom before finally hiding it in the kitchen refrigerator.

The three locations mentioned in the report correspond exactly to the younger brother's bedroom, the bathroom where the hairy female ghost was, and the refrigerator where the headless corpse was hidden.

The younger brother's bedroom has the most ghosts and is the most dangerous. It's possible that the older brother is still subconsciously affected by his father's killing in the bedroom, and the bedroom is the source of danger and disaster for him.

The hair that kept emerging from the bathroom might be another scene that the younger brother saw at the time: his father was disposing of a corpse in the bathroom, and the corpse's hair was floating on the blood.

The fact that the father used the refrigerator in the kitchen to hide a corpse makes it plausible that the brother would imagine the pieces of flesh reconstructing into a person.

The underlying logic is not complicated. Han Fei knows that this place is woven from the memories of the administrator, and now he is certain that the administrator is his comatose and sleeping brother.

"The mission requires me to save all the living people. The manager is also considered alive now, which means I also have to ensure that he is not killed."

This was Han Fei's first time undertaking a managerial task, and he had to learn many things on his own through trial and error.

"The bedroom is where murders are committed, the bathroom is where corpses are disposed of, and the kitchen refrigerator is where corpses are hidden. In my brother's subconscious, the bedroom is a gathering place for vengeful ghosts and monsters, the bathroom can dispose of them, and the kitchen refrigerator can keep them locked up."

After the headless corpse in the refrigerator was digested by the black hair, Han Fei picked up the ashtray in the living room and smashed it against the mirror again.

"You can't smash it completely; you can only smash the edges and corners to slow down its recovery."

As the woman in the mirror screamed, Han Fei dragged the refrigerator out of the bathroom and moved it to the bedroom doorway.

"The child with the scars all over his face is the younger brother. According to the diagnosis report, he may be hiding a very scary ghost."

Han Fei dared not act rashly, nor did he dare to stay in the room for too long. The room seemed to be changing every moment, and an even more terrifying monster could appear at any time.

Holding a kitchen knife, Han Fei pushed open the door to the second bedroom.

Learning from his previous experience, he dodged to the side the moment the door opened.

Two slender arms reached out from the shadows behind the door, but grasped at nothing.

Han Fei had once been killed by a slender arm, and now, seeing his enemy again, he was filled with hatred and grabbed a kitchen knife to slash at him.

"You can kill me once, but every time I come in here again, I'll kill you!"

The cleavers women often use to chop meat are stained with blood, and that blood itself carries a certain malice.

The cleaver easily cleaved into the slender arm. Instead of severing the arm, Han Fei grabbed the handle and tried to drag the man out from behind the door.

As he struggled with his arm, the child sitting amidst a pile of toys heard the noise. The scarred face looked at Han Fei, and the child was instantly terrified and burst into tears.

A piercing cry rang out inside the house, and thumping sounds came from the master bedroom. Han Fei's mother, who was tied to the bed, seemed to have gone mad.

"It seems that in the manager's memory, that mother would do anything for her child."

The mother, who was tied to the bed, seemed to have broken free of her ropes and was desperately banging on the master bedroom door.

“If the mother wants to protect her child, all I need to do is take the child out of the second bedroom and bring him to the mother’s side. The other party should then stop keeping an eye on me.”

Changing his mind at the last minute, Han Fei drew his sword and severed the arm behind the door, then decisively rushed into the room: "Give me your hand!"

He was about to drag the disfigured child out of the bedroom, but to his surprise, his hand had just reached in front of the child.

The child, who had been wailing, suddenly revealed a strange smile. He pulled a knife from the pile of toys and stabbed it directly into Han Fei's palm.

"whee."

The sharp nails gripped Han Fei's arm, and the child climbed onto Han Fei's shoulder, digging his sharp nails into Han Fei's neck.

His vision began to blur, and Han Fei knew he was doomed. He used the last bit of time in his life to crash into the wardrobe.

The cabinet door opened, and a blood-soaked garment lurked in the corner like a living person, emitting a strong stench.

As he fell to the ground, Han Fei looked down at the floor in the last moment before losing consciousness.

There was another child hiding under the bed. The child's face was also disfigured, and he looked exactly like the child in the pile of toys outside.

Is the younger brother hiding under the bed? Is the younger brother outside a ghost in disguise?
……

"The twelfth time!"

Han Fei smashed the picture frame and began recording the number of deaths on his arm as he carefully considered each step of the mission.

“My real brother is hiding under the bed. If I don’t want my mother to go crazy, the best thing to do is to rescue him first.”

The twelve deaths each brought Han Fei deep pain and subtly influenced him.

"The system warned me that I would lose my memories every time I died, but what memories did I lose?"

"My main memories are intact. My name is Han Fei, I am an actor, and I am currently undertaking a management mission in the deep world of Perfect Life. My memories in the game have also not disappeared. I remember Xu Qin, Meng Shi, and Ku. As for reality... I have no friends or relatives in reality."

Han Fei doesn't remember knowing anyone in real life. The only person he vaguely remembers is the police: "I had some contact with the police a while ago because of the human body puzzle, but that was all. I'm not familiar with them."

Thinking of this, Han Fei paused for a moment: "It seems like a policeman helped me before?"

Rubbing his temples, Han Fei sensed something was wrong. Holding the shards of glass, he began to record more crucial information onto his body.

Five minutes passed quickly, and as the girl's head ran out of the room, Han Fei had already raised the brazier.

He was like a machine with a pre-programmed sequence, executing each step with extreme precision.

After dealing with the corpse in the refrigerator using the same method, Han Fei dragged the refrigerator to the bedroom door. He knew the child inside would cry if he saw him, so this time he planned to lure the child out.

"That little rascal seems to really like toys."

Han Fei found several mannequin models under the TV in the living room, placed them at the bedroom door, and then opened the door.

A short while later, the somewhat puzzled disfigured child came out of the room. After picking up the model, he discovered Han Fei hiding in the shadows.

The little devil was so frightened that he cried. He didn't even have time to dodge before Han Fei slashed him with his sword.

"Hehe? Keep heheing!"

After being injured, the little devil's body became ethereal, its speed increased dramatically, and it began to cry and scream desperately again.

(End of this chapter)