My Healing Game

When the shattered mirror sounded, Han Fei's mind was blank, and he vaguely remembered that he had touched the shrine.

Consciousness and soul seemed to be attracted by some kind of power, and there was a tingling pain in the brain.

When his vision returned to normal, Han Fei found himself lying on a single bed with a mild musty smell.

"Attention number 0000 players! You have successfully opened the E-class shrine inheritance mission. You will not be able to leave the game until the last wish of the shrine owner is completed!"

"Attention! The time flow of the memory world is different from the deep world. You exist in the memory of the owner of the shrine."

"Please be careful. After dying in the memory world, you have a great probability of being assimilated by the memory of the owner of the shrine and becoming a part of its memory. Then you will never be able to leave."

"There is great danger in the succession of the shrine, please stay awake and sensible at all times."

"A variety of shrine missions will be randomly triggered in the memory world. Completing these missions will give you rich rewards and help you complete the final shrine succession mission."

Holding his head in pain, Han Fei sat up from the bed and glanced at the attribute panel. At this time, he was in a special state and could not go offline.

"This is the most desperate situation again." The exit key is Han Fei's hole card. When he can't exit the game, he will become more cautious than usual.

"The system prompts have always been concise and concise. This time I will remind you so much, indicating that inheriting the shrine mission is indeed very dangerous."

Looking around at the fastest speed, Han Fei first understood his situation.

Here is a rental house of more than 30 square meters. The bathroom and kitchen are crowded together. There is no bedroom, and the bed is placed in the living room, which is very simple.

The wall was bulging, the water was soaked, the ceiling was covered with gray-green mold, the floor was cracked, and occasionally small bugs could be seen crawling through the cracks in the floor.

"I shouldn't be in the mall? Why would I show up in this rental house?" Han Fei got up and searched for useful things. There were some rotten vegetable leaves on the table, a small bag of rice was thrown in the corner of the kitchen, and he opened the uncooled refrigerator. There are some books and learning materials in it, and the owner seems to have used the broken refrigerator as a bookcase.

"The original owner of this room seems to have just graduated, he seems to be preparing for something."

All the books and materials have taken various notes seriously, and the owner of the house is very practical and hardworking.

"what?"

Looking through the notes left by the owner of the house, Han Fei found a group photo and a case slip.

The photo was taken in a hospital room. A shy boy was sitting beside the hospital bed with a bowl of rice, and a middle-aged woman was lying on the hospital bed.

The woman looked at the child with apologetic eyes. She had an oxygen tube under her nose, her skin was pale and painful, but she tried her best not to show it.

The group photo was taken a long time ago, but the case list is from a recent period of time.

According to the results shown on the case slip, the owner's mother's condition has deteriorated severely, and the operation requires a large amount of money.

Originally, the charity funded part of it, but it was a pity that the money was taken away by the owner's father. After the community learned of this situation, the community again launched donations, but this time there were fewer people willing to help them.

The owner’s mother spends a lot of money in the hospital every day, and the operation can’t be delayed. The owner begged, and the hospital finally agreed to perform the operation on the woman first. However, the owner would have to spend a month for the remaining operation money. Repaid within.

"Please pay attention to player number 0000! You have triggered a random mission in the memory world of the owner of the shrine-wish one surgery fee."

"Wish One Surgery Fee: Players need to receive 50,000 yuan within 30 days, regardless of method or means. After completing the task, they will be rewarded generously."

"Attention! All the choices you make in the memory world will affect the final result."

"Earn 50,000 yuan in 30 days?" If it is in reality, Han Fei might go to act, but this is in the memory of the owner of the shrine, and he doesn't have much room for manipulation for the time being.

The last page of the notebook marked a date. On December 31st, Han Fei would earn 50,000 yuan before that day.

On closer inspection, Han Fei found another interesting place. There were just 31 blank pages left in the notebook. Each page was marked with a date in advance, corresponding to the number of days in December.

"Please pay attention to player number 0000! You have successfully found a special item-a notebook."

"Notebook: Keeping a diary is a good habit. You can use it to record... the last month of your life."

Looking at the introduction is a very inauspicious item, but Han Fei still put it away solemnly. Perhaps the owner of the shrine used to write a diary.

"What I'm going through now should be what the owner of the shrine has experienced. He has been living in such a depressing environment, and it is indeed easy to go wrong."

Closing the refrigerator door, Han Fei's stomach screamed, and he could clearly feel hunger and thirst in the memory of the owner of the shrine.

"Even the hunger pangs have been restored?"

This memory world is different from the memory world Han Fei has experienced before. It is very real. If you stay here for a long time, it is easy to get lost.

"When I was working as the manager of the Yimin Private College, Jinsheng only restored physical pain and despair. There would be no hunger at all. It seems that the memory world of top resentment is very different from the unspeakable memory world. ."

The original owner of the shrine has been dead for a long time, but his memories and obsessions have not dissipated after so many years. This is the most terrifying point.

"We still have to eat in this world, but there is not much rice at home." Han Fei took the rotten vegetable leaves on the table into the kitchen and poured out part of the bag of rice in the corner.

Turning on the faucet, a little muddy water came out with a faint smell.

Han Fei didn't care too much at this time. After cleaning the leaves, he simply cooked a bowl of porridge.

After warming the porridge, the hunger gradually disappeared, and Han Fei felt that his mood was not so depressed.

"Humans are iron, and rice is steel. Even in the deep world full of murderous intent, we must eat well."

Han Fei, who was washing the dishes, suddenly heard a cell phone ringing under the bed, and he quickly wiped his hands to check.

Lifting the bed board, Han Fei saw an old-fashioned mobile phone under the bed: "Is this the owner's mobile phone?"

He tried to connect to the phone, and the moment he pressed the answer button, he heard the roar in the microphone: "Why can't you still come?! Are you going to be late on the first day of work! But you patted your chest and assured the leader, you Character and ability are all right!"

"work?"

"Are you sleepy? Yesterday you cried and asked me to find you a job in the mall, saying that you are in urgent need of money and want to get a part-time job at night. I think you are pitiful to give you this opportunity !"

"I see, sorry, I'll be there soon!"

Han Fei hung up the phone and probably understood something: "This is how the owner of the house started working in the mall. This is how he contacted that mall, but what is the problem in that mall? Ordinary people abruptly become unspeakable?"

Facing the bathroom mirror, he straightened his hair briefly. When Han Fei stared at the mirror, he always felt that he was also looking at himself in the mirror.

It felt strange, as if he was still looking at him in the mirror when he looked away.

Picking up the phone and finding the key on the table, Han Fei opened the door of the living room.

"Attention player number 0000! Are you going out?"

"Even when going out, there are system prompts?" Han Fei was a little surprised. When doing tasks before, the system had very few "talks".

"OK to go out." Han Fei chose yes. When he walked out of the house, the system prompt sounded in his mind again.

"Attention player number 0000! You have triggered a random mission in the memory world of the owner of the shrine-Wish Two to survive."

"Wish two to live: survive for thirty days. Only by living can you change everything."

"Please pay attention to players with number 0000! Your current hunger level is 30. If your hunger level exceeds 70, your mood will begin to fall; if your hunger level exceeds 90, your physical fitness will be affected; when the hunger level reaches 100, it will cause disease. , Increase your probability of death."

"Your current physical condition is good. Your physical condition is divided into six levels: perfect, good, normal, weak, bad, and dying. Your physical condition will affect your physical fitness."

"Your current mental state is slightly low, and the mood value is fifty. After the mood value is lower than 50, your physical fitness will slowly decline; after it is lower than 40, you will feel psychologically uncomfortable; below 30 After that, you will start to think wildly; after less than twenty, you will see some strange things, and the probability of illness will increase; if the mood value is less than ten for a long time, your probability of death will increase significantly, and you may not be affected. Controlled choice to commit suicide."

After reading all the prompts in the system, Han Fei noticed one thing: “It’s only wish two to survive. The first wish of the house owner is to help his mother earn enough for the surgery. From this point of view, the house owner’s temperament is not bad."

The more innocent and not bad people, the more regretful their journey towards the abyss will be.

Han Fei walked out of the house after accepting the task.

The unspeakable memory world is almost the same as reality, everything is restored perfectly.

Walking in the dark corridor, the voice control light on his head was a bit dull, and Han Fei took a few shots before it turned on.

This is an old building that is about to be demolished. There are only four floors in total. Tenants are mostly concentrated on the first and second floors. Landlords above the third floor are not allowed to go up casually. Many warning signs are posted in the corridors.

"Quite a breath of life?"

It was night now, but the corridor was not quiet, and quarrels, children's crying, advertisements from TV sets, and human-creation sounds could be heard faintly.

Han Fei lives in the innermost part of the second floor. He is not in a hurry to go to work. Instead, he memorizes all the rooms that make noises, presumably inferring the personality and age of the tenants living in it.

Walking out of the old building smoothly, Han Fei did not encounter the danger he imagined, but he did not dare to take it lightly.

Looking back, there are several houses in the old building with lights on.

His eyes moved slowly, Han Fei pretended not to notice anything, and left along the path.

When he turned around, his eyes had changed.

When he just walked out of the corridor and looked back, he found that in a room on the third floor with no lights on, a person had been staring at him.

"Go to work first."

Han Fei didn't know where the mall was, but fortunately, the mall's promotional advertisements were posted on the walls and telephone poles, indicating the location of the mall.

The place where the old building is located is the demolition area. There are almost no people at night. To go to the mall, you must first pass through two alleys and pass through an abandoned small park.

These places shouldn't be too scary during the day, but going by alone at night is indeed a bit gloomy.

Entering the first alley, Han Fei saw a person curled up in the alley from a distance. He smirked, wearing very torn clothes, his face and body covered with mud, and a wooden box was leaning on his back. There was a box in the box. Lame dog.

"Vagrant?" When I saw a homeless man in an alley late at night, normal people would walk around.

Han Fei entered the alley, and the tramp in dirty clothes stood up. He smirked constantly at Han Fei, cupped his hands, and stretched out in front of Han Fei.

"I have no money now. I will help you when I have money." Han Fei tactfully refused. He walked forward. The tramp followed him, stepping on his shadow and chasing after him until he left the first one. Alley.

"It's going to speed up." Han Fei ran into the second alley. Both sides of this alley were low-rise bungalows. The house seemed to be unoccupied for a long time and felt very deserted.

Passing through the second alley, Han Fei did not enter the park, but chose a detour.

He just saw the swing in the park swaying by himself, and vaguely heard the children's laughter.

At the end of the abandoned park is a cement bridge. Standing on the bridge, Han Fei can already see the mall.

He didn't plan to stay anymore, but when he was about to walk across the concrete bridge, he suddenly heard the sound of something falling into the water, as if someone had jumped off the bridge.

Han Fei held on to the fence and looked towards the water ~www.wuxiaspot.com~Because the street light next to it had been broken, the water surface was dark and nothing was seen.

"It feels like returning to reality, but it also feels weird everywhere."

Walking down the stone bridge, Han Fei was only a few tens of meters away from the mall. He trot all the way and finally came under the mall.

The street lights here are still working normally, but I don’t know if the voltage is unstable or other reasons, the lights will occasionally flash suddenly.

"Finally arrived safely."

Han Fei looked up and saw that the shopping mall with a huge floor area was shrouded in darkness. Just being close would produce an inexplicable sense of depression.

It seems that it has been built for many years, the exterior wall is lack of maintenance, and the huge light sign is also out of order.

It was originally a department store, but the horizontal line on the head of the hundred characters has been wiped out, and it has become a white goods store.