My 'Healing' Game

74: Chapter 74 The First F-Class Mission

74 -74 The First F-Class Mission

In a high-rise residence within Xinhu Smart City, Acheng hung his phone around his neck, his eyes gazing at the dark clouds on the horizon, silently counting the tiny raindrops on the window.

“Acheng, you’ve been standing there for two hours already, shall we go find Director Jiang now?

The company hasn’t responded yet, and although they invested in the drama, since you were the one who dropped out, it might not reflect well on you.” The agent spoke cautiously, “Let’s invite Director Jiang for a meal and have a good talk, everything should be fine once we clear the air.”

“It’s only been 46 hours, I really don’t understand what you’re worrying about,” Acheng scolded, and then he instinctively reached into his pocket, “Huh?

Where’s my phone?

Search quickly!

I bet Jiang Yi has already called me, but it’s possible we didn’t hear!”

Seeing Acheng’s flustered demeanor, the agent didn’t have the heart to remind him.

Last night, to avoid missing a call from Jiang Yi, Acheng had hung his phone around his neck before going to sleep and hadn’t taken it off since.

“Well, let’s do as you say and wait a little longer then…”

At 8:30 p.m., Han Fei left the criminal investigation squad, grabbed a quick bite on the street, and hurried back to his home.

“All those involved in the killing were caught, but the true mastermind hiding behind the scenes has yet to be found.

Now, I have to be careful of Butterfly’s revenge.” Looking at the wall full of case photos, Han Fei was too lazy to tidy up, “Can’t people live a good life without causing trouble?

This kind of person should play ‘Perfect Life’ and get completely healed.”

Han Fei looked at the game helmet with its warm, healing-type label and couldn’t help but mutter, “It just so happens my neighbors are all in pain, if I could pull those bastards’ consciousness into the depths of the game, I’d have a way to let everyone vent out their inner despair.

Sacrificing a psychopath could heal everyone, that’s a good deal no matter how you look at it.”

Justice has its advocates, debt has its debtor, and errors must be punished, Han Fei felt that this was pretty fair.

After practicing basic combat moves several times in his room, Han Fei wiped off his sweat and picked up the book by his bed.

In this restless, fast-paced era, only reading and studying could relax Han Fei’s mind.

“Personality disorders typically start in childhood, become fixed during adolescence, and continue into adulthood or even for a lifetime.

In the strictest sense, a personality disorder is a form of behavior characteristic that sits between mental illness and normal personality in the realm of abnormal psychology…”

Time always flies when one is studying intently, and before he knew it, it was already well past eleven at night.

Han Fei connected various cables and donned the game helmet.

The whole world fell into a Blood Sea, and when Han Fei opened his eyes again, he found himself in a cold living room.

“I’ve been here so many times, it really feels like coming home.”

Before playing this game, Han Fei didn’t have a single friend and was the type who was destined to be lonely for life.

Now, under the coercion of the game, he finally started learning how to become a better version of himself.

However, this time Han Fei logged into the game with a very complex set of emotions.

The Human-body Puzzle killer from ten years ago was caught; although Butterfly had not been arrested yet, he felt he had fulfilled a wish for his roommates.

He was eager to share this good news with his roommates, genuinely wanting them to gradually emerge from despair and become somewhat more normal.

Han Fei didn’t expect his roommates to freely communicate with him; as long as they no longer lost control, all his efforts would be worthwhile.

Looking toward the deepest corner of the haunted house, the bedroom, Han Fei gathered his courage and walked in that direction.

“Creak…”

The door was pushed open, and Han Fei saw his seven roommates sitting on the bed with their backs to him.

No matter how many times he witnessed this scene, it was always terrifying, and Han Fei was still not used to it.

“The murderer who killed you has been brought to justice, and all who harmed you have been punished.”

Han Fei entered the room and recounted everything that had happened in reality, but the seven roommates seemed as if they couldn’t hear his voice at all, their heads hanging low, expressionless, as if they were still struggling desperately with the despair in their hearts, preventing the last shred of humanity from being devoured.

“I can’t prove what I’m saying, and it would be great if I could bring you all into reality to see for yourselves,” Han Fei sat on the bed, letting out a deep sigh.

To send the neighbors from the game into reality was nothing but a pipe dream.

He had yet to figure out how to define this game he was playing.

This world was isolated from the outside, hidden in the darkest sea, and he seemed to be the only one who could freely move between the two worlds.

Picking up paper and pen, Han Fei wrote down everything that happened in reality and placed it beside Wei Youfu: “Youfu, you can read these when you are lucid.

I didn’t lie to you, the murderer has indeed been caught!”

The words might still be pale, and Han Fei turned to glance at the TV: “I really want to record the courtroom’s proceedings and watch them together, but it seems like my panel doesn’t have the recording function…”

At that thought, Han Fei suddenly narrowed his eyes: “A normal Perfect Life Game can transmit recordings and videos!

Even memory reconstructions can be created within the game.

If this is truly the Deep World of the Perfect Life Game, then all I need to do is take them to the Shallow World to let them see the punishment of the murderer with their own eyes!”

Han Fei had originally just wanted to find a way out and escape from this deadly world, but now, he wanted to lead his neighbors out together.

“Finding the door between the Deep World and the Shallow World will be extremely difficult.

If I live that long, I fear I’ll have many friends and neighbors by my side, as, from the information I hold now, this seems to be a game that highly encourages social interaction…”

Han Fei truly wondered whether, when that day arrived, he might cause turbulence in both the game world and in reality.

“Does this count as opening Pandora’s box?

Using one’s own power to drag the entire game into the Supernatural World?”

Shaking his head, Han Fei did not want to become the dark force behind the Supernatural Recovery, nor did he want to live as a public enemy and become the most abnormal boss in the game.

“Thinking too far ahead, I’d better focus on surviving first.”

Han Fei tidied up the few sheets of paper he had left beside Wei Youfu and slowly exited the room.

Just as he closed the door, Wei Youfu, who had been hanging his head, expressionless, picked up the few sheets of paper.

Pale fingers covered in black blood silk, he trembled uncontrollably after reading the words on the paper.

Leaving the bedroom, Han Fei had just reached the living room when the cold voice of the system suddenly resounded in his mind.

“Player number 0000, please note!

You have successfully triggered the Level F mission—Human-body Puzzle!”

“Human-body Puzzle (Level F Blood Task): Seven pieces of human-body puzzles are hidden in the seven rooms of this apartment!

You need to find them all within three days!”

“Attention!

The task level is vastly different from the player’s level!

Completing the task will grant additional special rewards!”