24: Chapter 24 If Life Only Had 24 Hours Left 24: Chapter 24 If Life Only Had 24 Hours Left Han Fei displayed all his life’s acting in those short few minutes, continually giving himself psychological prompts to immerse in a completely new role, yet even so, his body still shivered with fear!
It wasn’t that his acting was poor; it was human instinct.
Breathing heavily, Han Fei slumped onto the bed, feeling surrounded by children the moment he closed his eyes.
“Although I’ve fooled them for now, what if ‘Cry’ doesn’t keep his promise when I log into the game again, and I appear in that room?”
Clutching his hair tightly, Han Fei felt like his mental energy was overdrawn, “Cry will go crazy if he can’t find me.
At the end, I hinted that he should look for me in the other neighbors’ places inside the building.
The best scenario would be that when I go online, Cry happens to be in another neighbor’s house.”
Han Fei left himself a way out, but he also knew the likelihood was slim.
“Cry is terrifying, during our eye contact, I felt like he observed me the whole time.
As soon as I show a trace of cowardice or a flaw, he might just kill me on the spot.” Now recalling it, Han Fei still shuddered, “This feeling of one’s life hanging by someone else’s thread is truly awful.
If I survive tonight, I must quickly increase my level and collect various items.”
Han Fei clenched his teeth and made up his mind, but moments later, he felt powerless and despairing again.
He had struggled with all his might to survive this time, but facing the possibility of logging into a room full of Little Ghosts again, he truly had no confidence in escaping unscathed.
“Tomorrow night might be the last time I play the game.”
Looking at the game helmet on the table, Han Fei was speechless; as an ordinary person, he naturally feared death.
With his nerves taut for an extended period, Han Fei was now very tired but couldn’t sleep at all.
He had always felt that he had a long life ahead; plenty of time to do what he wanted.
But only at this moment did he truly feel his life slipping away.
“So many insignificant things I always put off till tomorrow.
But if one day, tomorrow never comes, how would I spend the last twenty-four hours of my life?”
The tension remained unsettled as Han Fei opened the Wangyiyun Music app and chose a few soothing songs.
No matter how fast technology advances, music is still a haven for the soul.
The night had passed without notice, and with daylight, Han Fei pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contact list that barely filled half a page.
Han Fei was an orphan; he didn’t have the happy and blessed childhood of other children.
Watching others grow up under their parents’ wings, he could only run alone in the pouring rain, shielding himself with an umbrella.
He had never experienced kinship, nor tried his hand at love; the world was not gentle with him.
But he wanted to give back more laughter and joy to it.
He loved listening to the laughter of others, that feeling of happiness, like Elves, gently touched his lonely soul.
This was also why he wanted to become a comedian.
Turning off the music, Han Fei looked out the window; the dawn was rising, and everything was reviving.
Opening the window, Han Fei straightened the skewed game helmet on the table, what was done couldn’t be undone, rather than worry about tomorrow, it was better to live well today.
A quote from the great comedian Charlie Chaplin came to his mind—Today, I only do fun and joyful things, things that I love that make my heart glad, in my way, to my rhythm.
Brushing his teeth and washing up, Han Fei looked at his own reflection in the mirror and saw not the slightest hint of despondency.
“Facing death, so many things I couldn’t let go of now seem so trivial, could this be the charm of the Healing-type Game?”
Dressed neatly, Han Fei took his phone and left his room.
It had rained last night, and the air was especially fresh in the early morning.
He took a deep breath and was about to move forward when he suddenly heard a child crying.
Particularly sensitive to crying, he shivered and then turned to look.
Two children stood under a big tree, continuously calling out a name.
“Don’t cry, don’t cry, what happened?” Han Fei comforted the children in a soft voice.
“Little Guai is up in the tree!
Han Fei looked up and realized that Little Guai was a young cat.
The cat’s meowing sounded very pitiful.
“You two hold my coat.” Han Fei took off his jacket and climbed the tree.
“I feel a bit lighter than before, and my movements have become more agile, could it be that leveling up in the game affects reality too?” Han Fei struggled quite a bit before managing to bring the cat down from the tree, “You must take good care of it and make sure it doesn’t run off again.”
The two children nodded together, clutching the cat, their expressions rather endearing.
Looking at the smiles on their faces, Han Fei inexplicably thought of “crying”: “They’re all children, why is there such a big difference?
Could the crying in the game have once had such smiles?”
Dusting himself off, Han Fei walked out of the neighborhood.
Soon after he left, Zhao Ming, Zhang Xiaotian, and Li Xue, dressed in plain clothes, emerged from a van parked in the residential area.
“A psychologically twisted super criminal still helps kids save a cat?” Zhang Xiaotian was a bit uncertain.
Have you forgotten what the captain said?
Super criminals are masters at playing with human nature!
This might just be his disguise.” Zhao Ming was actually a bit bewildered.
No matter from which angle, Han Fei seemed very different from a super criminal, at least not at all like the super criminals they imagined.
“The kind of super criminal you’re talking about I’ve actually encountered once on an escort mission.” Sister Li Xue stood at the back, and her words immediately drew the attention of Zhao Ming and Zhang Xiaotian: “Just to escort that one prisoner, the authorities had to block the streets in advance and several departments coordinated in the operation.”
“You’ve seen a super criminal?
Sister Li Xue, what did that person look like?” Both Zhang Xiaotian and Zhao Ming were curious.
“I couldn’t see his face, he was locked in a specially made security box, his whole body was strapped down, I only remember a mark on his exposed left hand, resembling butterfly wings.” Li Xue gestured with her hand: “Don’t ask anymore, these things are not to be discussed freely, we should focus on Han Fei.”
“Sister Li Xue, if you don’t think Han Fei could be the super criminal, why did you come with us to observe him?” Zhang Xiaotian was a bit puzzled.
“Because I don’t think he is the super criminal, that’s why I followed you, afraid you’d do something foolish.” Li Xue walked ahead after her remark: “You two lack experience in surveillance and tracking, it’s best to stay away from me.”
The three police officers quietly followed Han Fei, trying to find something wrong with him, but they discovered nothing.
Along the way, Han Fei helped many people, with warmth and gentleness in his eyes, radiating cherishment.
His love for the world seemed as though he only had one last day to live.
His behavior was very much in line with the Civil Information System’s judgment, such a person’s danger rating should be zero, if not, that probably would be abnormal.