My Healing Game

Malicious people wantonly bullied the sick kitten, kicked him, insulted him, and smashed rocks and garbage on him.

The kitten crawled forward with difficulty. He didn't ask for help. He seemed to know that no one would help him.

Dragging the body, the kitten will take care of her under her body.

When he buried his head in the mud, the beating and verbal abuse stopped suddenly, and he looked towards the alley.

The dim light of the street lamp shone on a man, who seemed to have come in a hurry, and his shirt was not buttoned up.

"Another one who owes it to clean up."

"Kick the car? I bought the new car, do you dare to kick it?"

"Something to die! Beat him!"

A group of punks who claimed to be Lao Tzu rushed towards the alley.

"There is **** everywhere, so the black box has to choose two sides."

Han Fei's body was completely submerged in the shadows. He had never been so angry before. After seeing Fu Sheng being bullied in this way, that anger instantly rushed into his brain.

The **** with dyed purple hair ran at the forefront. He was arrogant, as if torturing and beating others was a very happy thing, as if doing so would make him look great.

Shaking his fist, Zi Mao tried to smash Han Fei's nose, but his speed was too slow.

He was kicked on his knee by Han Fei before he got even closer.

The center of gravity was unbalanced, and when Zi Mao was about to fall, the fist he threw was caught by Han Fei.

A fist with smoke scars and a ring can no longer move forward.

Zi Mao looked up, and he saw a terrifying look that he would never forget in his life.

Han Fei, who walked from the street lamp into the shadow of the alley, looked like a hungry lion. The killing intent in his eyes was about to swallow people, but his mouth was still smiling.

Locking Zi Mao's arm, Han Fei bends backwards, Zi Mao's screams instantly resounded through the alley.

Zi Mao was in pain, but Han Fei didn't stop. He broke Zi Mao's arms little by little in front of the other gangsters, and then kicked him onto the garbage dump.

The whole process took only three seconds, and the other people saw the purple hair twisted into twists, and they were so scared that they didn't dare to go any further.

"So many people beat me, don't you dare to go?"

With an indescribable sense of oppression in Han Fei's eyes, the two **** who ran at the front did not dare to move, while the **** standing behind quietly took out a folding knife from his pocket.

When Han Fei walked forward, the three punks behind rushed towards him together.

They yelled one by one to make themselves courageous, and finally the man hid his hand in the sleeve, holding the knife tightly.

He looked at Han Fei with vicious eyes, but was surprised to find that Han Fei was also staring at him. The man's eyes seemed to see through his heart.

Only a few meters away from Han Fei, the **** who ran at the end suddenly accelerated and drew a folding knife from his sleeve to stab Han Fei.

Grabbing the heavy trash can next to him, Han Fei directly smashed it at the gangster.

The trash blocked his vision, and the **** subconsciously wanted to reach out his hand to stop him. He blocked the trash can, but after the trash fell, Han Fei's fist hit him directly in the face.

The head was dizzy, and the gang fell to one side.

Han Fei grabbed this **** smoothly, dragging him like a dead dog.

"My Fu Yi is an **** who deserves no regrets. Don't treat me as a good person."

He pressed and broke the fingers of the gangster with the knife one by one, Han Fei listened to his screams and dragged his body towards the other gangsters.

He was smiling, but his tone was shockingly cold.

"Everyone who beat him, don't even want to leave."

In the dark back alley, the screams kept screaming, and Han Fei didn't even give the gangsters a chance to call the police.

Han Fei walked to Fu Sheng when the last **** fell into the garbage and cried out for mercy.

Fu Sheng, who was curled up on the floor, stood up, his body covered with mud and shoe prints, but the picture frame he was protecting his chest was completely undamaged.

Fu Sheng didn't say hello to Han Fei. He walked out into the darkness holding the picture frame and approached the street lamp at the entrance of the alley step by step.

Sorting out the white bouquets on the ground, Fu Sheng put the girl's photo away, he bent down and began to pick up the scattered goods back into the bag.

Finally, two new bottles of yogurt were placed in front of the photo. He stood silently for a while and walked towards home with the bag.

The child seemed very lonely, he seemed to be the most unusual existence in this world.

After walking a few steps, Fu Sheng stopped again. He slowly turned around and looked at Han Fei who was standing in the shadow of the alley.

With his mouth open, Fu Sheng said the first words to Han Fei: "There is a faceless woman standing behind you. She wants to kill you."

After speaking, Fu Sheng took the bag and walked towards the house without looking back.

"It seems that Fu Sheng can indeed see ghosts."

Han Fei walked out of the alley. He did not directly chase Fu Sheng and go home. He knew that Fu Sheng still hated himself very much.

Sitting next to the girl's photo, Han Fei looked at the undamaged photo, and then at Fu Sheng, who was covered in mud.

"Even if you are labeled that way, you have to protect a ghost you never know. Why would such a Fu Sheng choose the path of destroying the deep world?"

People are constantly bullying Fu Sheng, bringing him pressure and pain, thinking that he is a madman, and hurting him all over his body, but Fu Sheng chose to protect people in the end.

"He must have been very painful when he made that decision."

In Fu Sheng's memory world, Han Fei saw that he was working hard to protect all kinds of ghosts, which was completely different from Han Fei's previous impression of Fu Sheng.

"No matter what kind of person he is, now I want to protect him, he is my child." Han Fei looked at his blood-stained hands: "No one was carrying a burden for him before..."

After Fu Sheng went upstairs, Han Fei shouted into the alley again: "If I find any defects in the photos outside, you will be dead."

After speaking, Han Fei walked towards the community. When he returned home, Fu Sheng had already locked himself in the room again.

"Everything is difficult at the beginning, he said a word to me today, this is a breakthrough development."

Han Fei was in a good mood. When he changed his shoes, he found that his wife's shoes were placed at a different angle from before: "She also went out?"

Pretending that he didn't know what to do, Han Fei quietly opened the bedroom door. He saw his wife still sleeping on the bed, and his movements became more gentle.

When Han Fei got into the quilt, he heard the system prompt when Han Fei was about to go to bed.

"Attention player number 0000! Your wife's hatred of you is reduced by one."

"Hate reduced by one?" Han Fei was a little surprised. He didn't know which thing he did that touched his wife, or perhaps it was the accumulation of all things that finally reduced his wife's murderous intent a little.

"Although it's only a little bit less, this is already a very good start." Han Fei lay on the bed and fell asleep soon.

The tense nerves were relaxed, and his tired body slowly recovered, Han Fei fell asleep until dawn.

The curtains were opened and the sun shone on his face. When Han Fei opened his eyes, he saw his wife standing at the door.

"It's almost late for work."

"Okay, I'll get up now." Han Fei got up from the ground, quickly folded the quilt and mattress, and then went to the bathroom to wash.

When he walked out, the woman had already filled out the rice.

"You have a foot injury, just tell me and let me do it."

Han Fei finished his breakfast fragrantly. He glanced at the clock on the wall and found that there was still time: "Today you will rest at home. I will send Fu Tian to kindergarten."

"No, you go to work." The woman handed Han Fei the packed briefcase, and delivered him to the door: "Are you still going home for dinner tonight?"

"I'll be back to cook tonight, so you can rest well, don't move, take care of the injury first." Han Fei took the briefcase and walked out of the room: "Go."

"On the way... be careful."

"OK."

Han Fei walked in the sun and took the elevator downstairs.

This time he learned to be smart, and when he left the community, first check if there are suspicious vehicles around.

Cautiously all the way, finally arrived at the company before nine o'clock.

"I'm not late today. It's worth celebrating."

When Han Fei came to the office, all four subordinates had already started to work.

"We'll leave when it's time to get off work, but we must get off work hard during working hours and can't fish." Han Fei returned to his seat, he turned on the computer, and was just about to play a game of Plants vs. Zombies when Li Guoer suddenly walked over.

"Group leader, this is changed according to your design requirements." Li Guoer handed the printed document to Han Fei, which contained the pattern and corresponding notes.

Probably the main line of the game is the story of a scumbag who fell in love with five women at the same time, and was chased and killed by five women and two ghosts after the incident was revealed.

There are sweet interactions, warm daily routines, and welfare pictures, but more horror and horror.

Han Fei watched, cold sweat on his forehead came out. In the patterns that Li Guoer drew, the hero's death became more and more miserable. She really devoted all her feelings to making it.

Standing next to Han Fei, Li Guoer leaned down and said if she pointedly: "Team leader, I drew seven different endings and gave this scumbag seven different ways to die. But the game is not complete. It's such an ending, but I can't figure out how to operate such a scumbag to survive."

"Hi...I also think he should be dead, but we are playing games after all, so we still have to give players a little chance, even if it's just a glimmer of light, at least we have to give players hope." Han Fei put down the file: "Everyone is doing very well. Let's stop the work and briefly discuss how the scum hero can survive."

Han Fei's question was mainly to ask Li Guoer. He didn't want to be at work and was suddenly killed.

The methods of death Li Guoer drew just now included pushing the scumbag directly downstairs, or the scumbag having his neck pierced with scissors while taking a nap at the desk.

Originally, Han Fei was not so scared yet, but after seeing this, he was really panicked.

"I thought about it for a long time last night. It seems that the male protagonist has no chance of surviving." The eldest brother who watered the fake tree yesterday looked at everyone: "Besides, I really want the game male protagonist to die. I still still have it. Single, this guy actually fell in love with five women at the same time, he himself has a wife, MD, this kind of person must die!"

Han Fei scratched his head: "When you think about the problem, don’t substitute yourself. You have to consider the problem from the perspective of the player, okay? The player is playing the scumbag. You have to consider it from the perspective of the scumbag now. What to do to have a chance to live."

"If I were that scumbag..." The fake tree-brother thought for a while: "It's better to stop yourself than to be scared every day. I've enjoyed it anyway."

"Negative, your thoughts are too negative."

"I'm in love with five women, so what do I care about."

No one in the office spoke, and finally Li Guoer put forward his own opinion: "I think that scumbag will die no matter what he does. The best outcome for him should be to choose a less painful way of death, and before he dies. Try to reduce the hatred of women towards him as much as possible."

"It makes sense, you continue on." Han Fei was going to write down Li Guoer's words and use the methods she taught to alleviate her hatred of herself.

"The injury has been done. Even if the wound is healed, it will leave ugly scars. There is no perfect way to remedy the past. If I were one of the women injured by him, I really can’t forgive him. I can do it. The limit is to bring him less pain when killing him." Li Guoer didn't say a specific solution, she gently pushed her glasses, and slowly sat back on her seat.

"Little Guo'er, you are so kind." The fake tree brother stretched out a finger and wiggled it left and right: "If I were the woman who was bullied by the scumbag, I must abolish his lower body, so I would kill him. It's still uncomfortable! Team leader, what do you always look at me for? Do you think what I said makes sense, as expected, men know men better!"

"It really makes sense, everyone, let's continue to work. Let's try to make the plan today." Han Fei looked at the computer screen and suddenly felt that Plants vs. Zombies were not fun anymore. He secretly glanced at Li Guoer, who was immersed in work. , The back could not stop taking a cold breath.

The methods of death that Li Guoer drew were so real, it felt as if she had planned seriously.

"My charm has already lost thirteen, why can I still meet such a task?"

Holding his hair, when Han Feizheng was upset, the office door was knocked.

"Fu Yi? It's time for you to clean the utility room. I haven't cleaned it for a few months." A middle-aged man with white skin appeared at the door. He was dressed very casually, with a trace of complacency on his face.

"Octopus, don't go too far. The clutter room is always cleaned by you." The fake tree brother stood up.

"Before we were in charge of these fringe projects, so we have time. Now we work overtime to research and develop immortality, how can we still have time to do those chores?" The white and Jing middle-aged man waved his hand: "Sister Qian also agreed. If you don't agree, go to her. ."

Octopus left after speaking, his expression was very nasty.

"This dead octopus has kicked its nose and face!"

"Okay, okay, let's continue with the four of you. Confirm the plan early. I'll go to the utility room to have a look." Han Fei got up and left his seat. He didn't want to sit with Li Guoer too much. An excuse.

Walking towards the depths of the corridor, few people came from the utility room and the archive room, and the surroundings were very quiet.

"The mood value hasn't decreased, it's still safe for the time being." Han Fei pushed open the door of the utility room and saw all kinds of things piled up in a mess. There were boxes of documents, props models made, and broken ones. Computer screens, etc.: "This is too messy."

Entering it, Han Fei just took two steps and realized that something was wrong: "The shelves seem to be a bit slanted, why are all the heavy-looking props and models placed on the shelves?"

Han Fei had been working behind the scenes before acting, and he knew very well that there was a safety hazard in this arrangement.

"It feels like it was done on purpose. The middle-aged man named Octopus wants to harm me?" Han Fei closed the door of the utility room: "No, he seems to have mentioned Sister Qian before. Let us come here to clean it. Zhao Qian gestured."

Observing the various items in the utility room, Han Fei moved forward a little bit, and soon he found the problem.

There are bundles of colored ribbons hidden under the large pile of shredded paper on the ground. The ends of the colored ribbons are just hanging from the container. If someone does not see them and accidentally trips over the colored ribbons, they may bring the container over.

Looking for the broom behind the door, Han Fei pulled away the waste paper in front of the ribbon. There were all kinds of plastic props thrown underneath, some of which looked like unshaven knives.

Under normal circumstances, those props will certainly not hurt people, but if you accidentally fall down, those props are likely to pierce directly into your body.

"Who wants to kill me?"

"Li Guoer and the girl in the skirt both acted directly, holding the idea of ​​dying of the same thing, but this person who wants to kill me is different. She hates me incomparably and wants me to die, but she is very sensible."

The figure of Zhao Qian appeared in Han Fei's mind. The mature and exquisite superwoman is still single to this day.

"No? I don't have any ambiguous chat records related to her on my mobile phone. Are all those records deleted by me at her request?" Han Fei looked at the phone, and his Adam's apple rolled: "Subordinates want to kill me. The leader wants to kill me too?"

Zhao Qian is a few years older than Fu Yi, shrewd and mature ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ with rich experience, if she also wants to kill Fu Yi, she will definitely not show any killing intent.

"Open guns are easy to hide, but hidden arrows are hard to guard. I will still have to be more careful in the future."

Han Fei took the broom and strongly picked up the ribbon on the ground. The unstable container on the left fell towards the aisle in the middle, and all the things on the top of the shelf fell off.

"The positions of the head, lower body, cheeks, those props have been tested many times..."

There was a loud noise, footsteps outside the house immediately sounded, and Han Fei also fell to the ground.

A few seconds later, the door of the utility room was pushed open, and the first person to enter it was indeed Zhao Qian.

The **** and mature woman looked directly at the container at first glance, and there was nothing underneath.

Then she looked to the side and found Han Fei who seemed to be frightened.

She squatted down quickly and looked at Han Fei with great concern: "Are you okay?"

Han Fei's stiff mouth twitched slightly and nodded: "Well, I'm not dead."