My Healing Game

The dead building was far more dangerous than Han Fei had imagined, or it was impossible to even imagine the horror of the dead building with the imagination of ordinary people.

For a thirteenth-level player, the death building is like a purgatory where countless nightmares are gathered together. It will drive a normal person to life and make people feel that death is liberation.

"Zhuang Ren, Chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical, Fu Sheng, Butterfly..." Han Fei's mind was filled with countless doubts. He was under pressure that a comedian should not bear.

After recovering slightly, Han Fei crawled out of the game compartment and opened the curtains.

With the sun shining on his body, Han Fei slowly closed his eyes, silently feeling the beauty of this moment.

"Living turned out to be such a real thing."

The warmth is flowing on the cheeks, nourishing the body and mind, Han Fei feels that he was stupid before, and he will be depressed and distressed because he cannot be an actor.

"There used to be a happy life of eating and waiting for death before me, but I didn't cherish it. After losing it, I regretted it." Han Fei turned his head and glanced at the wall of murder photos. I ordered some food, and then dialed Li Xue's phone.

"I want to report something to you. Zhuang Wen's biological father is probably a butterfly."

There was a bang on the phone, and Li Xue seemed to have touched the closet with her calf: "Are you sure?"

"OK, you must speed up the screening. The butterfly also feels the crisis. The next few days will be its craziest days. If it does not lock the target as soon as possible, it is likely to do even more frenzied things."

"Citizen data cannot be screened, but we are applying for higher permissions. Don't worry, we will dig him out as soon as possible."

"You must also protect Huang Ying, not let him disappear like Feng Ziyu. You'd better stay in his home directly and monitor his mental state at all times."

"We are all doing this." Li Xue paused for a while, and then said: "Han Fei, how do I feel that you seem to be anxious? Have you encountered something?"

"I am now in a race against the butterfly. The loser will lose everything."

After a few more words, Han Fei hung up, put on his coat and went out.

To bask in the sun is already a break for Han Fei, and he must seize every second of his time.

Arriving in the Lihua Community by car, Han Fei knocked on the door of Zhuang Ren's house. After entering Building No. 4, he now knew one thing very well-there was a secret hidden in Zhuang Ren.

It is precisely because of that secret that Butterfly did not attack Zhuang Ren in reality, but wanted to bring it into the deep world through spiritualism.

Three minutes later, the door opened, and Zhuang Ren's condition worsened. His lips were black and his eyes were almost filled with bloodshot eyes. This is no longer sub-healthy, it's completely a fate.

"Sorry, I slept very unsteadily last night, and fell asleep only at dawn." Zhuang Ren's voice became hoarse, and his voice was full of exhaustion.

"Have you had a nightmare again?"

"Neither, I just dreamed of my daughter."

"Is it the little girl?" Han Fei said casually.

"Yes." Zhuang Ren was a little surprised: "She said that she missed me very much and hoped that I would go with her. But when I was about to go, she was picked up by a big demon, pinched by the neck.

"Do you often have similar dreams?"

"I used to do it a long time ago. When I get older, I only dream about my family members every four days."

Four days is exactly the interval between two soul-returning nights. Every time the soul-calling in the deep world can weakly affect Zhuang Ren's dreams, this discovery also made Han Fei a little frightened.

"If not every time I dream about them are nightmares, I really hope I can dream about them every night." Zhuang Ren invited Han Fei into the room: "Did you have breakfast? I still have some fruits and dairy products at home. ."

"No, I have something very important to tell you today." Han Fei sat on the sofa, his tone and demeanor was different from any previous visit.

"What's the matter?" Zhuang Ren also found that Han Fei was not quite right. After closing the door, he sat on the other side of the sofa and looked at Han Fei with confusion.

"I found your family."

A simple one sentence, it was like thunder in Zhuang Ren's ears. He didn't react for the first time. After a few seconds, his darkened lips trembled slightly, and his muddy old eyes locked on Han Fei tightly.

"Not only did I know where they were, but I also saw them." Han Fei threw out the bait. He leaned back on the sofa and said silently: "But they are in a strange state. They seem to be confused by something. They think they are still alive. You were the one who was in the car accident. In order to reunite with you who have been'dead', they are constantly betraying their souls to evil spirits to call upon their souls."

Picking up the gamepad, Han Fei didn't even look at Zhuang Ren's reaction, and directly began to quickly clear the map in front of the level.

Every time Han Fei said a word, Zhuang Ren's face changed. There were things that Zhuang Ren didn't tell Han Fei, but Han Fei said the same words as the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical.

In reality, it was the wife and daughter who died, but it was Zhuang Ren who died in the dead building.

"Where are they?" Zhuang Ren moved toward the place where Han Fei was sitting, his voice hurried.

"Room 4144 in the death building, I know the way to get there, I can let you see your family." Han Fei didn't go down, he just looked at Zhuang Ren.

"As long as I can really see my family, I can give you whatever you want! I won't live long, and all my house and family properties can be transferred to your name~www.wuxiaspot.com~ By the way, you are not An actor? I have some friends before, I can help you..."

"I don't need these." Han Fei shook his head: "My life may be less than twenty-four hours left. Money, fame, and wealth are really not important to me. All I want is Live."

Zhuang Ren didn't understand Han Fei's words too much. He felt that Han Fei looked healthy, not like the kind of terminally ill person.

"Then how can I help you?"

"Tell me all the information related to the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical. In addition to the death building game, did he give you anything else? Did he tell you other things?" Han Fei has always wondered why he died. The manager of the building would put the statue of Fu Sheng's memory fragments into the room of Zhuang Ren's wife and daughter?

"I have told you everything I know."

"Do you dare to swear to your wife and daughter?" While speaking, Han Fei manipulated the game characters with both hands and kept clearing the map in front of the level: "Think about it and answer again. I will call room 4144 later. It proves that I have not deceived you, and at the same time I want you to see what kind of fear they live in."