My Healing Games

Chapter 678 The Secret of the First Generation of Ghosts
"That doll is a toy too." Han Fei used a sharp knife to rummage through the trash can, making sure the doll wasn't hiding inside.

Perhaps the noise from rummaging through the trash and toys was too loud, because footsteps came from a neighboring house. Soon the door was opened, and a man with slicked-back hair, who was spraying hairspray, opened the door and shouted outside: "How many times have I told you? Be quiet when you collect the trash. If you want to find something, take it downstairs and find it there. Don't linger in front of my door."

The man was speechless, his eyes filled with disgust, but his expression quickly changed.

He saw Han Fei, wearing a white mask, take a sharp knife out of the toy's belly and then walk towards him.

The bottle full of hairspray fell to the ground. The slightly greasy man never expected that two people would be standing at his door early in the morning: one was a wanted criminal, and the other was also a wanted criminal.

"You have quite a lot of hair," Han Fei said casually, a remark that the man would likely remember for a lifetime.

The homeowner tried to close the door by stepping back, but Han Fei's five fingers had already gripped the door panel.

Good morning, my dear neighbor.

The two sides were not evenly matched; the man's body, which had not been exercised for a long time, was no match for Han Fei.

The security door was slowly pulled open, and that terrifying white smiling face filled the man's vision.

Wearing slippers, he only then remembered to call the police. He turned and rushed towards the landline inside the house, but he only took one step before Han Fei grabbed his neck and covered his mouth.

"I won't hurt you. Let me introduce myself..."

Before Han Fei could finish speaking, an emergency announcement came from the television in the living room, which was playing the morning news. The police had listed all the information on eleven Class A fugitives. The first one was Li Guo'er, and the second one was Han Fei.

“If I said I wasn’t a psychopathic serial killer, you definitely wouldn’t believe me, right?” Han Fei grabbed the man’s collar and pressed him onto the sofa.

"I believe you, I really believe you!" The man was panting as he spoke, his fat face trembling slightly, his eyes filled with terror: "I'll give you whatever money you want! You can take everything in this house, as long as you don't hurt me. I have ten million in the bank and gold bars in my private safe deposit box. We can go and get them together."

"Do you think I'm doing this for the money?" Han Fei sat down opposite the man. "I'm going to ask you a few questions. If you lie for even once, I'll cut off one of your hands."

The cold tone made it sound like he was talking about a trivial everyday matter. The man didn't dare to move. The villains he saw on TV were nothing compared to the person in front of him.

"Ask away, I will absolutely not hide anything, and I certainly will not call the police." The man's eyes moved slightly, and cold sweat kept sliding down his forehead.

"First question," Han Fei held up one finger, "Who else is in this room besides you?"

The man blinked, sweat already trickling into his eyes: "My wife and children sleep in the bedroom; I'm used to waking up early."

"Are there only the two of them?" Han Fei offered his companion: "Put your hands on the table."

The man's breathing became rapid, his hands trembled, and his body leaned forward.

“From the moment I walked in until now, you’ve unconsciously glanced at the second bedroom several times. It seems you’re more worried about the person living in the second bedroom than your wife and children.” Han Fei’s voice came from behind the mask, almost freezing the man’s heart.

“My wife and children sleep in the master bedroom, and my ex-wife’s children sleep in the second bedroom.”

“I understand your desire to protect your family, but you also need to understand that you only have two hands and two legs.” Han Fei got up and sat down next to the middle-aged man. Because of his battle with the evil spirit, the yin energy on his body had not yet dissipated, and he carried a strong smell of blood.

"The second question is, have you ever seen a very worn-out rag doll? One of its eyes has been gouged out and is hanging on its face, and its dress is made of old clothes pieced together." With each sentence Han Fei spoke, the man's expression worsened; he must have remembered something.

"Are you here to find that rag doll? I knew that thing was a jinx." The man was even more frightened: "I don't know when that rag doll came into my house. I first saw it in my eldest son's room. I have a very bad relationship with my eldest son, and I threw the rag doll away without thinking much about it at the time, but I didn't expect that the rag doll would reappear in my eldest son's closet later."

"So, that doll is your son's toy?" Han Fei narrowed his eyes slightly. "I saw a lot of dolls piled up in the box outside your house. Does your son like dolls a lot?"

"No! He must have just picked up that doll by accident!" The middle-aged man clasped his hands together and pleaded, "Our family are all honest and law-abiding citizens. If you just let us go this time, I will do my best to fulfill all your requests."

"The third question," Han Fei said without any change in expression, "Don't hide anything. I need to know the specifics of your family situation, including why your relationship with your eldest son deteriorated, information about your ex-wife, and your eldest son's usual behavior in life and studies."

Han Fei was eager to figure out why the rag doll had hidden in this neighborhood.

“My first wife died on the delivery bed. She was carrying twins, a boy and a girl. The girl didn’t survive either, only the eldest son was saved by the doctors. But he seemed different from other children from a young age. He was withdrawn and eccentric, and hated communicating with people.” The middle-aged man said cautiously, “I saw many doctors, but it was no use. He strongly resisted treatment, and we often argued about it, which made his condition worse and worse.”

“My sister and wife are dead, only one child is still alive.” Han Fei told Li Guo’er to keep an eye on the middle-aged man, and then he walked towards the bedroom.

Holding the companion in his hand, Han Fei slowly opened the door to the second bedroom.

The smell of air freshener wafted from the room, and he saw a child with long hair, wearing a woman's pink nightgown, and pale skin lying on the bed.

The room was very clean. The desk was neatly tidied, the floor was spotless, the walls were covered with warm and lovely wallpaper, and the bed sheets were without any wrinkles.

"Is this your son? Are you raising him like a daughter?" Han Fei gestured for the middle-aged man to come over, and the man looked very aggrieved.

“I’ve always wanted him to be more masculine, and I’ve hit him many times for that, but the more I try to discipline him, the more resistant he becomes.” The middle-aged man didn’t dare to move, as Li Guo’er’s knife was held to his neck.

"is it?"

Hearing the noise outside, the child on the bed opened his eyes. He seemed to have just woken up, and curled up in fear, hiding his exposed legs under the covers.

"Stop acting. You probably don't know what it's like when a person wakes up from a dream, do you?" Han Fei held his knife forward, his fingertips twirling a slightly dim red rope. "You were already awake before I came in. Did the rag doll that ran in wake you up?"

Long hair fell down, covering half of the boy's face. He was very handsome; if his sister were still alive, she would probably look like this.

"Are you the older brother or the younger sister?"

As the blade flashed, Han Fei's voice was suffocating. He hadn't expected the rag doll to be hiding in a place inhabited by living people. In his mind, those terrifying ghosts and monsters were hidden in ancient castles and abandoned houses. These evil spirits, which were not under the control of the amusement park, were indeed somewhat special.

The boy shifted his body backward; he was frail and pitiful, his expression terrified, but deep in his eyes lurked a vicious hatred.

"Brother, let this child go." The middle-aged man spoke up again: "He's mentally ill, a developmentally delayed idiot who can't recognize people. Even if he saw you, he definitely wouldn't tell anyone."

“Many people are always blinded by appearances. Maybe the wanted psychopath is trying to save you, while your family member living under the same roof wants to kill you.” Han Fei was too lazy to explain further. He tilted his head back, his nostrils twitching, and smelled a faint stench of decay amidst the strong air freshener: “It’s right here.”

Han Fei seems to be very good at hide-and-seek. He has an excellent ability to find things and can deduce a lot of things from just a few details.

Slowly approaching the single bed where the boy was lying, Han Fei suddenly swung his knife at the bed, tearing the quilt and revealing the cotton wadding. The sheet underneath also ripped open.

Seeing the power of Han Fei's single strike, the middle-aged man panicked even more. His voice trembled, and he slowly squatted down, pleading, "Spare him! He's just a child. Please, I'll do everything I can to cooperate with you."

"You slept all night, and the sheets aren't even wrinkled? Do you believe that?" Han Fei withdrew his companionship. "Your son probably wasn't in bed all night. Where in the room could he be? What could he be doing behind your back?"

With one hand gripping the edge of the bed, Han Fei lifted the sheet as he approached the boy.

An unmistakable stench emanated from under the bed, accompanied by the sound of viscous liquid dripping, as if a giant, foul-smelling mouth was growing under the single bed.

"Get down." Han Fei pointed the knife at the boy, who hesitated for a moment before obediently getting out of bed and standing to the side.

Without any hesitation, Han Fei forcefully lifted the bed board!

A strong stench filled my nostrils. The bed frame was covered with all sorts of clothing scraps, and in the middle of all the scraps was an incredibly ugly rag doll clinging tightly to the bed frame.

Its eyes were hanging from its mouth, most of its face skin had peeled off, it had lost an arm, and the stitches on its stomach had come undone, with flesh and blood constantly sliding off.

"This..." The middle-aged man was dumbfounded. He never expected that there would be such a terrifying thing under his bed!

The thought of his son sleeping back-to-back with this ugly rag doll every night sent chills down his spine.

"Are those the clothes of the dead pasted under the bed board? I see a lot of them are children's clothes. Did you kill those people?" Han Fei gripped the rag doll tightly. This should be the weakest moment for the rag doll, and he was not going to let it go.

"whee……"

The boy made a high-pitched, girlish voice, and purplish-black veins appeared on his delicate face.

At the same time, the rag doll that was holding onto the bed board let go and fell to the ground with a thud, splattering a lot of blood.

"I...I'm here..." An extremely weak voice came from the rag doll's body.

The rag doll lying in the blood struggled to turn over. All the stitches on its belly burst open, revealing the blackened cotton and human remains inside, as well as a stillborn baby with a large head.

What's most terrifying is that the baby's body never grew, but its disproportionately large head had a boy's face.

"Son?" The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard the baby's voice.

“For those moral guardians, they may now face a dilemma: the person is inside the ghost’s belly, and the ghost is inside the person’s body. Killing the ghost is the same as killing the person, and saving the person is the same as saving the ghost.” Han Fei shook his head: “Fortunately, I am just a wanted psychopathic killer, so I don’t have such a problem. At worst, I can just kill you all.”

Han Fei's mask always wore a cold smile: "Don't be nervous. Actually, there's no mortal grudge between us. I'm just here to ask you some questions. I want to find out what the First Generation Demon really was."

"whee……"

"If you keep laughing like that, I'm going to tear your mouth apart." Han Fei hated that kind of laughter.

“I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you.” The big-headed baby in the rag doll opened his mouth, and all the blood vessels in his body were connected to the rag doll: “She is my sister, my own sister who was born with me. There was an accident during childbirth, and only one of the two children could be saved. My father and mother saved me and gave her up.”

From the big-headed boy, Han Fei learned the reason for the appearance of the rag doll.

My younger sister was a child who was abandoned at birth. She didn't even have the chance to open her eyes before her life was decided.

After the "rescue" failed, her body was discarded, and her newborn soul was trapped in a shell of despair, along with countless other pieces of garbage awaiting disposal.

She absorbed all sorts of abandoned emotions, and slowly, amidst countless pieces of trash, she opened her eyes and understood the first emotion—hatred.

The younger sister's hatred stemmed from being abandoned. As she came into contact with more and more discarded items, she absorbed more resentment from those relics. These things accumulated and turned her into the person she is today.

At first glance, the younger sister seemed no different from the other ghosts, but Han Fei noticed a few details.

My younger sister died before she was fully born, her soul was incomplete, and she had no memories or obsessions.

The other ghosts were formed because of their obsessions, but the younger sister was formed after being abandoned. She continuously absorbed and assimilated the emotions discarded from those trashy things, and finally pieced them together to form a monster.

"Was the original ghost also formed from a mixture of various emotions? Was it not a single person?"

"How come this sounds a bit like the reason for the formation of the Deep World? The paper craftsman said that the Deep World is formed by the accumulation and sedimentation of people's negative emotions. Does that mean the entire Deep World is a ghost?"

(End of this chapter)