My Healing Game

Lifting the stuffed black box with one hand, Han Fei's arm strength once again surprised Zhuang Ren. He knew the weight of the box very well.

"Are you so strong?"

"How to be an actor without a skill?" Han Fei also noticed a change in his body. When he first obtained the black box from the old man, he needed two hands to barely pick up the black box. Now he can lift the box with only one hand. Although it is still a bit difficult, it is already a very scary change.

"When you get to the place, you will listen to my arrangements and be patient. Remember, I will never harm you." Han Fei carried the black box and pushed open the door of Zhuangren's house. After a long time, Zhuang Ren finally walked out of his room again.

The sun was shining on the two of them. Zhuang Ren and Han Fei both enjoyed this moment, but it was a pity that the warm sun was soon blocked by the clouds.

Han Fei took Zhuang Ren to the community where Jin Jun lived. As Xinhu’s most famous entertainment reporter, although Jin Jun did not live in Smart City, this does not mean that he cannot afford a house in Smart City. It only shows that he Because of the particularity of the profession, it is necessary to keep a low profile.

Zhuang Ren's identity was more sensitive, and Han Fei was cautious all the way, until Jin Jun opened the door and the three of them entered the house, his hanging heart was let go.

"Han Fei, after I left my home, I always feel that someone is staring at me. That strange feeling has only disappeared now." Zhuang Ren was a little uneasy: "I'm a trash old man. No one should hit my mind. ."

"Just stay here today and do what I said." Han Fei asked Jin Jun to give Zhuang Ren a brand new game account.

"What is this?"

"A game, you can understand it as another type of dead building game." Han Fei let the old man enter the game warehouse, he personally connected various lines, after repeated checks, let Zhuang Ren activate the account.

It was the first time Zhuang Ren came into contact with immersive games. He did a little bit according to what Han Fei said, but when he activated his account, the alarm in the game warehouse suddenly sounded.

The door of the game compartment opened automatically, and Zhuang Ren lying in it was puzzled: "What's the matter?"

"People with severe heart and brain diseases cannot play "Perfect Life", the game compartment will automatically detect it, and when it encounters a similar patient, it will call the police." Jin Jun brought three drinks, although he is a paparazzi He did not work on the stage, but he was very righteous, and he always remembered Han Fei's life-saving grace.

"But I don't have the diseases you mentioned! My heart and brain are very healthy." Zhuang Ren was anxious. He was already ready to see his family, but who knew that such a thing would happen.

"It shouldn't be the cause of illness." Han Fei stood next to the game compartment, frowning: "Did you have any abnormalities when you started the game?"

"I don't seem to be able to activate my account at all. These lines don't seem to recognize my consciousness." Zhuang Ren was somewhat helpless: "What should I do?"

"You have worn an emotional therapy device made by the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical. That device may change something deep in your consciousness." Han Fei asked Zhuang Ren to try several times, but all ended in failure. "Perfect Life" is a game that refuses Zhuang Ren to log in.

This interesting discovery also caused Han Fei to re-examine Zhuang Ren. Maybe even Zhuang Ren himself does not know how special he is.

"I can't see my family?" Zhuang Ren was in a much better mood when he first learned that he could see his family. He also took the initiative to joking with Han Fei, but when he couldn't log in to the game, his whole face collapsed. Coming down, it seemed to be several years old.

"I have another alternative. You can wait a moment here." Han Fei took out his cell phone and called Li Xue. He wanted to ask the police to borrow the latest psycho-assisted therapy device.

A few weeks ago, Han Fei used a psycho-assisted therapy device developed by Deep Space Technology to conjure Mingmei to the deep world and punished the murderer who killed Yingyue.

Now he wants to try the same method, maybe it will work, after all, the psycho-assisted therapy device can be started directly without identifying specific identity information.

"Sister Li, I have something to trouble you."

"Didn't we just call this morning? Have you discovered something new?" Li Xue's voice was a little surprised.

"I want to ask you for a favor. Can you borrow a deep-space technology's latest psycho-assisted therapy device for me? It's the thing I saw you used in the detention center before."

"What do you want a psycho-assisted therapy device for? You have a psychological problem?" Li Xue asked a few words out of concern, and then helped Han Fei apply to the leader.

Han Fei is the key figure in catching the butterfly, and he must not have any problems in this aspect.

"Li Xue, we need it urgently, can you apply for me before dark?"

"Our leader has personally come forward to help you ask for it, it should be no problem."

"One more thing, I want to consult with you." Han Fei took out the music box from the black box: "Do your police have relevant technical talents, can you help me restore the text in this song, and it? What you want to express."

Pressing the switch of the music box, weird singing sounded in Jin Jun's room.

"This is a song in a music box."

"I can't hear well, and the recording is very vague, so I can't use a computer to analyze it, or you can come to the police station directly."

After checking the time, Han Fei asked Zhuang Ren to stay at Jin Jun's house first, and he rushed to the police station without stopping.

Han Fei has almost never rested since waking up from the game.

Entering the police station, Li Xue took Han Fei into the technical department. They recorded the singing in the music box and used big data for comparison. But what surprised everyone was that there was no information about this song on the Internet.

"No, as long as it exists on the Internet, it will leave traces." Li Xue and the others were about to try other methods, when the door of the department was suddenly pushed open.

Li Xue's teacher and the policeman who had been protecting him returned to the police station with an unopened psycho-assisted therapy device.

"This time, I gave up my old face and borrowed the things. If he has a psychological problem, it will affect the arrest... Han Fei? When did you come?" Li Xue's teacher put the things next to him, he just thought Saying hello to Han Fei, I suddenly heard the strange singing in the music box.

Lines of ambiguous lyrics are sung by the two different voices of women and children, and their songs are mixed together, like knots.

"Where did you get this song?" Li Xue's teacher listened carefully for a long time, her face gradually becoming strange.

"I found it. Have you heard this song before?" Han Fei moved the music box to his front calmly.

"This is not a song at all, you turn off all the instruments first." The old man looked serious, and he seemed to know something.

All the instruments were turned off, leaving only the strange singing from the music box in the department.

"The song was recorded in advance. As long as the music box is opened, it will be played. It is exactly the same as the music box 14 years ago." The old man's breath is completely different from before, and his serious look is a bit scary.

"Fourteen years ago?"

"On April 4th, fourteen years ago, there was a tragedy in Xinhu. A certain residential building caught fire, and a music teacher and her children were trapped. They were almost dead when they were rescued from the fire. But then who Unexpected things happened. After rescue, the more seriously injured child woke up from a deep coma, and his mother lost his vital signs and completely passed away."

"But what does this have to do with the music box?"

"The boy kept crying after he was awake. At first, the doctor thought he was due to physical pain. Later, he found out after inquiring. When he was in a coma, the child had a terrible dream. In the dream, his gentle mother seemed to have changed. As an individual, he kept beating and scolding him, trying to drive him out of the house. After he was finally forced to leave the house with a knife by his mother, he woke up from a coma." The old man recalled some details of the case. .

"It feels like my mother is saving the child. That room may represent death. Only when you leave the room can you return to reality." Han Fei felt that the story was a bit touching.

"Maybe." The old man did not believe in ghosts and gods. He felt that everything was self-interfering with consciousness: "The boy's body was burned extensively and turned into a monster. He could not leave the emergency room. During the follow-up treatment, he kept talking. Missing my mother's words is very heartbreaking."

"This child is indeed very poor." Li Xue said, but Han Fei next to him seemed to realize something.

The old man was talking about cases, not accidents.

"Don't be blinded by appearances." The old man's eyes were calm and there was no wave of waves: "After our in-depth investigation, we finally found the cause of the fire. Someone deliberately set the fire, and the arsonist was the child. No one knows the reason for his arson, perhaps the only one. It is the mother who knows the truth, but the other person is already dead."

"It was the kid who set the fire? Why did he do it?"

"We found the father of the child. The other party knew that his child was still alive. He said that the child was a monster and an unfortunate catastrophe. He had known that the child would kill, but he didn't expect to do it so soon. "Li Xue's teacher said astonishingly: "The child is very young, but his mind has matured. We did not disturb him, and followed his words to weave a world of lies for him. As the contact deepened, we I found more strange things."

The old man listened to the weird singing in the music box and took a deep breath: "The boy said that he missed his mother very much and wanted to find his mother's belongings. He hoped that the medical staff could go to his house to find a music box. He said it was his mother. Favorite thing."

"We found the music box in his house, but after the child's father confirmed, this music box is not the boy's mother at all."

"Later, the medical staff gave the music box to the boy. He held the music box every day and talked to the singing in the box, as if it was his real mother who was closed in the box."

"Later, something even stranger happened. The young child went crazy. He often used the most innocent words to say some of the scariest things, which caused a great impact on people."

"After the boy got the music box~www.wuxiaspot.com~, his injury became unstable and he soon passed away in one night."

"In the follow-up investigation, we sorted out all the information, and in the end we can confirm only two points."

"The boy once said an unfamiliar name when he was talking to himself-Resurrection. He wanted to kill the resurrection, saying that everything was the sin of resurrection. Why should it bear it? But someone the boy knew There is no resurrection person among them."

"The other point is that we carefully distinguished every sentence in the singing, and probably inferred that the singing seemed to be used to call souls to the dead."

The old man's words made Han Fei unable to calm down for a long time. He really didn't expect to hear the name Fu Sheng from Teacher Li Xue, let alone the unspeakable singing used to call souls.

"It feels like the rest of them are very troublesome to call upon their souls, with many steps and huge side effects. Is this ability so laborious?"

Han Fei began to re-examine the ability of soul-recalling. In fact, in addition to soul-calling, he was thinking more about his own unique talent ability-soul-recalling.