My Healing Game

The latest website: "The selected patients in the auxiliary building are all in the withdrawal ward. They can only go out during the day. I will take you to find them." The old man is extremely insecure now, and needs other patients to help him share the pain from the bottom of his heart. panic.

"You'd better hurry up." The longer you stay in the dark building, the more dangerous it is. If you want to leave here, you have to sacrifice patients, so now Han Fei can only rely on the old man as a guide to find some real psychopaths as soon as possible. Kill or sacrifice them.

After breaking open the doors of the compartments, Han Fei found that many words were engraved on the door panels of the wards, some were curses, some were reasoning formulas, some were similar to diaries, and some people even confessed their love on the ward doors.

"The compartments and dormitories in the detox center have no names. Patients hiding here will mark the rooms they are in for easy identification." The old man opened several doors, but still did not find a patient. He was a little flustered For fear that Han Fei would run out of patience and kill himself directly.

When he walked to the seventh door, the old man heard whispers in the room. With the idea that a dead friend would not die a poor man, he hurriedly reported to Han Fei: "There is someone in this room! It is likely that he is a pervert who is not inferior to you? Are you ready?"

"If you can't speak, just say a few words." Han Fei also heard the movement in the house. He stared at the moss-covered door and kicked the door open.

Dirty, messy room with a stench, a poorly dressed

The man in the hospital gown, supported on one foot, with his hands, face and body tightly pressed against the wall.

The door was violently opened, and the man was also taken aback. He frantically swiped his hands on the wall, as if he was about to climb up the smooth wall.

"There is no smell of corpses or blood. This person should be just an ordinary patient." Han Fei looked disappointed.

"Have you ever smelled the smell of corpses and blood?" the old man whispered.

Han Fei didn't bother to explain to the old man. He strode into the room and put his hand on the patient's shoulder: "What's your name? I can take you away with me."

The man looked at Han Fei in horror, propped himself up on one foot, and crawled towards the other side of the wall. It seemed that he couldn't walk normally without the wall.

"Why have you been lying on the wall?" Han Fei grabbed it and was about to start the compulsory treatment.

The starlight entered his mind, and the man's soul was blank. His childish hole kept flipping, and finally stuck out his tongue at Han Fei: "Don't kill me, I'm just a gecko°"

"Gecko?" The man was a little confused about himself.

"Yes, I know that I look different from other geckos. That's because my tail was cut off by the doctor. When I grow back my tail, you'll know that I haven't lied to you." The man looked at Han Fei very seriously. , his tone was firm.

"Attention, player number 0000, you have found a special patient

-gecko. "

Han Fei couldn't imagine that this was a patient he had cured. It seemed that

The healing personality is not a panacea, especially when facing some simple patients who are not threatening in themselves.

"Then are you willing to leave with me?"

"No, geckos can't leave walls."

Han Fei didn't kill the killer, and there was still a distance of ten Chen Luo between the patient and the perverted killer.

"Excuse me." Han Fei closed the door and glared at the old man: "Is this what you mean by mental illness?"

"Gecko! Isn't it perverted enough?" The old man hurriedly led Han Fei to the door of another room. The door of this ward was filled with various formulas and theories.

Open the door and enter, all kinds of inferences and conjectures are engraved on the walls of the ward, and a lot of manuscript paper is scattered on the floor, and an unkempt middle-aged man is sitting on it.

"Player No. 0000, please pay attention. You have discovered a special patient with a prophetic personality—a prophet."

"Precognitive personality?" Han Fei walked up to the middle-aged man and looked down. He was drawing various complicated patterns on the paper. He also marked a lot of words that Han Fei couldn't understand at all: "You are studying What?"

"Prove the existence of ghosts." The middle-aged man did not lift his head, deducing it wholeheartedly.

"The disaster has happened, and there are ghosts everywhere. Does it need to be proved?"

"Why does one plus one equal two? Can't A plus A equal B?" The middle-aged man still didn't look up: "Mathematics is a world constructed by mathematicians. How is the current world constructed?"

"Are you trying to explain ghosts with science?" Han Fei couldn't understand. He was just a part-time doctor and teacher's butcher.

"Science without religion is lame, and religion without science is blind." The middle-aged man tore up the picture he drew: "Have you heard of Plato's cave metaphor? Most people will live forever in the cave of ignorance, What they see is just a little bit of projection outside the cave. What we usually see is only phenomena, and the truth of the facts is in another world; to understand the truth of the facts, it is necessary to turn the soul—from phenomena to ideas.”

"Eh..." Han Fei turned his head and glanced at the old man, who was about to sneak away and didn't listen to what the middle-aged man was saying.

"We were originally living in darkness. To find our home, we lighted candles and chased the light, but became more and more attached to the light. We would forget that our home was in the darkness. As a result, we got lost in the light Myself." The middle-aged man talked about some very basic words. He quoted famous quotes from famous philosophers, but it felt a little crazy.

"Then what is the conclusion of your thinking?"

"Maybe we don't exist, maybe the ghosts are you and me, maybe there's an invisible world hidden here." He lay down on the ground with strange pictures on his pillow: "I won't leave with you , the one who should leave is you."

"Then you should continue to think here." Han Fei gave up the treatment of the middle-aged man. He was afraid that he would affect the other's brain: "Is it so difficult to find a few patients who can directly sacrifice blood?"

Leaving the room where the Prophet was, Han Fei glanced at all the rehab centers

Ward. A ward caught his attention.

Bloody handprints were printed on the wooden door, the visiting glass was smashed, and there was a very vicious dormitory name written crookedly on the center of the door panel—Chang Wei and the Qi Family Thirteen...

"Are you finally going to meet the murderer?" Han Fei kept the **** paper figurine behind him, and holding the coin, he kicked open the door of the ward.

"First Evolution"

The door panel hit the wall, and wires were torn off one by one. This is a single ward. There is no hospital bed in the room, only a coffin-like compulsory treatment equipment filled with restraint belts and a chair used for electrocution.

"There's no manners." The broken electric chair turned slowly, and there was an abnormal person sitting on it just by looking at it.

He wore a huge knitted melon hat, a calculator on his chest, two flashlights hidden in his waist, and all the "electronic devices" that patients could touch were hidden on his body.

I don't know if it's because of the frequent electric shock treatment that he has a lot of hideous wounds on his head, and his body muscles are also different from ordinary people.

"Generally speaking, those with strong self-injury and suicide attempts: those who are extremely excited and agitated, those who hurt others: those who do not respond to psychotropic drug treatment or who cannot tolerate drug treatment will need electric shock therapy. It seems that I have found the right person this time. "

Han Fei put the bereaved girl down, tossed a coin, and entered the house: "What's your name? Why are you locked up here?"

The faint black mist escaped from the abyss, and the warm smile of the doctor caring for the patients appeared on Wei Fei's face.

"I am a high-achieving student majoring in computer science at a prestigious university, starting my sophomore year

Started his own business and came to Xinhu Third Psychiatric Hospital to work as the dean of the Internet Addiction and Abstinence Ward. "The patient with the melon skin hat is full of arrogance, speaks very aggressively, and has a kind of unruly look that is difficult for ordinary people to understand: "Don't care what my name is, the entire Internet addiction recovery center, anyone who sees this knitted melon skin hat will bow their heads and call me One melon. "It feels like you're a little bit special. "The smile on Han Fei's face became more and more gentle. After he approached, he continued to ask: "Master Gua, have you ever killed someone?" The kind that is innocent and has done nothing wrong. Just someone who simply puts your spirits on the line? "

The old man at the door was already in a daze. No doctor would ask a patient such a question. Which of the two in the room is more seriously ill!

"A lot." The expression of the melon cap patient became horrified, with uncontrollable excitement in his eyes: "I have to kill every night! Sometimes I kill dozens, sometimes I kill hundreds! If I don't kill, I will feel uncomfortable!"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, black blood vessels protruded from his forehead, and he reached out and tore off the hat on his head, revealing the terrifying scars left by the electric shock all over his head. "Kill a few hundred?" Han Fei did feel the killing intent on the melon cap, but to be honest, he wouldn't notice it unless he felt it carefully.

"What about you?" Guapi Mao was originally handsome, but after receiving treatment here, he became a little scary: "How many times have you killed?"

"I only have a dozen or so at most?" Han Fei had already reached in front of the melon cap, and he stretched out his hand.

After hearing Han Fei's answer, Guapimao was not only not afraid, but even more excited in his eyes: "Okay! Then you can come with me from now on! No! I can't help it now!"

He tore off the calculator hanging on his chest: "Come here, a hero of your own destiny, so that you can look at my coffin Wan'er."

Before the words fell, he jumped onto the coffin-like compulsory withdrawal device, and then frantically tapped his fingers, and the sound of returning to zero continued to come from the calculator.

Considering that this is an Internet addiction recovery center, Han Fei frowned slightly: "You said killing hundreds of people is in the game?"

The melon cap didn't respond, but his words frightened the old man at the door, and asked tremblingly, "Could it be that you're not talking about games?"

"I also killed it in the game." Wei Fei smiled and glanced back at the old man. Then he tossed a coin and pressed Guapi's head.

"Attention player number 0000! You have found a sacrifice chosen by the dean of a patient with chaotic personality."

"Chaotic personality: disorder, imbalance, the favorite rare personality of ghosts°"

The starlight of human nature came into his mind, and Han Fei found that Guapi Mao had very few negative emotions in his heart? He seemed to be a person who was close to ghosts.

"Attention, player No. 0000! You have cured five personality-deficient patients, completed the random task of the shrine-healing personality, and gained a lot of experience rewards~www.wuxiaspot.com~The healing personality has been strengthened, and you have a chance to open the inventory. "

"Attention, player No. 0000! You have triggered the hidden mission of the shrine—healing the reason for existence."

"Task requirements: Heal one hundred patients with personality defects. After completing this task, you will receive hidden rewards from the shrine. There is a chance to help you bring out the cured souls and ghosts in the shrine."

The prompts from the system helped Han Fei a lot. He had been looking for a suitable sacrifice, and what was "placed" in front of him was the one personally selected by the dean.

"It's running out of time. I'll borrow your flesh and blood first, and I will definitely treat you well in the future." Han Fei took advantage of the opportunity he had just obtained, opened the inventory and took out the Butcher Knife: "Sangnu, what should I do next? ?”

The head nurse's hoarse voice sounded in Han Fei's mind: "Use the blood of the sacrifice to guide the way, and run in the direction where the blood mist spreads!"

"Okay." Han Fei stared at the melon-piped man's veins, raised his knife and dropped it.