My Iyashikei Game Chapter 15: Who's the Therapist Now?

The robotic voice sounded in his mind but Han Fei was not distracted by it because the man’s entire focus was still on the television screen. The strange cartoon was still playing. On the screen, the monster made from human parts stood behind the couch. The cartoon character had already been dismembered. Blood was everywhere. However, the monster did not seem to find release in this butchery, if anything, it looked like it was more in pain. Under the fractured skin, the human faces bit at each other. The sense of humanity that temporarily returned to Wei Youfu and Ah Mei was disappearing. Han Fei had no idea what would happen next but he knew that the reason he was still alive was because Wei Youfu and Ah Mei had interceded on his behalf. That meant that if Wei Youfu and Ah Mei’s faces were damaged, or they lost their humanity again, Han Fei would be placed under fatal threat once more. ‘Dead people in real life have reappeared in this game. I am not sure what their current condition is but one thing’s for sure—they still retain part of their living memory. At least that was evidenced from Wei Youfu and Ah Mei’s ability to understand my earlier plea.’ Viewing the tormented monster on the television screen, Han Fei resisted the urge to turn around and instead said softly, “A blissful life together was ruined by that crazed murderer. Are you looking for revenge?” Han Fei realized how redundant his statement was but he hoped that this would remind the monster of the actual culprit behind its current torment. That hopefully would shift the monster’s hostility away from him. It was not Han Fei who caused this tragedy, Wei Youfu and Ah Mei were faultless either, the real criminal was the person who murdered them. Even though Han Fei had not officially studied psychology, he had been to many psychotherapy sessions to deal with his social anxiety. He remembered the following from one of his many psychologists’ office walls—To understand a man, you’ll have to walk a mile in his shoes. To console those in pain, it would be u

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