My Healing Game

The music box in the chairman's building of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical also appeared fourteen years ago. After Li Xue's teacher confirmed, it should be the same music box.

Knowing the past of the music box, it will feel ironic to read the sentence under the music box.

The singing in this music box did not bring others moved and happiness, but turned oneself into a monster spreading misfortune.

No one knows what happened to the singing, all changes are a mystery.

The people related to the music box have died, and the deceased's relatives voluntarily gave up, the case will not be resolved.

The reason why Teacher Li Xue can remember so clearly is that in order to identify the cases committed by Butterfly, he memorized all the murders in Xinhu in the past two decades.

The old gentleman himself is also very special. There is almost no information about him on the Internet, but even the captain of the new Shanghai Criminal Investigation Brigade will lower his posture and respect him when he sees him.

He doesn't have a specific position, and few people know about his past experience. Han Fei only knows one thing now that the old man has been consumed with the butterfly in his life, and even if he died, he would drag the butterfly into the coffin together.

Han Fei didn't stay much when he got what he wanted. After dealing with the police's question, he took the psycho-assisted therapy device and left.

Tonight is Huihunye, he will cherish every second before dark.

Back to Jin Jun’s residence, senior paparazzi Jin Junzheng and Zhuang Ren were chatting about the gossip of the entertainment industry. After Jin Jun learned of Zhuang Ren’s true identity, he was shocked and couldn’t hear from ear to ear. He did not expect that he would still see that year in his lifetime The king of bad movies-Zhuang Ren.

Jin Jun wanted to dig out some of the gossip of seniors from Zhuang Ren. Zhuang Ren might have to rely on Jin Jun to enter the game, so he didn't refuse, and inadvertently gave Jin Jun a big gift.

The respectful seniors of the rivers and lakes are playing very big in private. Jin Jun is like a hound who smells the scent of prey, and his eyes are shining when he stares at Zhuang Ren.

"You guys are having fun talking?"

"Brother Han, you are really my lucky star. This time I was considered a great help." Jin Jun was originally going to help Han Fei, but he did not expect that he would become the biggest beneficiary. He stood firmer in Han Fei's place. Aside.

"It doesn't matter if you help or not, it's all friends." Han Fei took out the psycho-assisted therapy device and signaled Zhuang Ren to come over. He connected various lines according to the instructions, and then asked Zhuang Ren to put it on: "Don't be under psychological pressure. , You will appear in a room next, and that room will change according to your psychological state, relax and don’t confront it."

Han Fei is now very worried that Zhuang Ren will not be able to use the psycho-assisted therapy device.

The indicator lights up and the device starts normally, but what happens next is not the same as in the instructions. Before Han Fei started psychological guidance, Zhuang Ren directly entered the deep treatment, feeling like his consciousness and intellectual brain. The virtual world is attracting each other.

"What did the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical do to Zhuang Ren's brain?" Han Fei looked at the destroyed emotional therapy device in the black box, and he fell into deep thought.

Zhuang Ren's consciousness is different from that of normal people. It seems to be specially marked. This method of marking the soul is beyond Han Fei's cognition.

In fact, Han Fei, who lives at the bottom of the old city, has no chance to get in touch with the top technology of the era. He has only heard some very high-end vocabulary on the Internet occasionally.

"When will Director Zhuang wake up?" Jin Jun is also very nervous. He still has many questions that he hasn't figured out. Things like exploring gossip and lace news are deeply loved by people no matter what era.

"I don't know either." Han Fei now only hopes that Zhuang Ren will not be surprised.

After eating something at Jin Jun's house, Han Fei decided not to waste time anymore, he directly took out the dead building game from the black box and started playing.

Jin Jun looked at the two "weirds" in his living room, didn't dare to say more, didn't dare to ask more, just stayed aside, as if he was the guest.

Entering the fourth building of the dead building again, Han Fei seemed to be on the bar like the game maker of the dead building. He ran to the door **** to trigger a dialogue.

What surprised him was that the door **** seemed to be an NPC with a memory. He actually remembered that Han Fei had come before, and the conditions he gave Han Fei were different. He tried his best to seduce Han Fei and hope Han Fei can help him. .

Han Fei also wanted to help him, but there was no option to help him in the game.

Forced to quit the game, Han Fei triggered a warning for the second time. He just wanted to see what would happen after three warnings were triggered.

After the second warning, the clothes of Han Fei's game character had completely turned blood. When he came to the door **** again, the door **** on the door had been removed, and his head disappeared.

Han Fei tried to trigger the dialogue again, but as soon as he approached, the game character was directly beheaded by the door god.

The dead building game is finally unified with the dead building in the deep world, and Han Fei seems to have no chance to trigger the third warning.

"I always feel that there is also an invisible hand in the dead building game. It is maintaining the operation of the game, just like a manager in the deep world. The **** eyes I saw after triggering the warning should belong to the manager. ."

Han Fei remembered the blood-red eyes, and next time he met a similar look, he could easily recognize the other person.

Unable to trigger three warnings, Han Fei began to explore Building 4 in earnest, hoping to find more clues.

After a few hours, Han Fei found several useful information for him in the dead building game.

Building No. 4 is different from other residential buildings in that there is a basement, and the stairs leading to the basement are locked by an iron door.

The "weirds" in red are unique to Building 4. Ordinary residents seem to be unable to see them. To communicate with them, they must go through a special ceremony.

Han Fei once saw a child wearing bear pajamas among the crimsons. The other party should be the child of the woman in the wardrobe world. Han Fei has not forgotten what he promised a woman. Within his power, he also wants to help them reunite with their mother and son. .

After repeatedly dying in the dead building game, Han Fei also discovered that every time the game character dies in the dead building, the death curse in the dead building will increase, which is very strange.

The difficulty of the game will increase every time after death, which Han Fei had not thought of before.

"The dead building mini game is constantly improving, collecting more methods of death and death curses. Does this imply that the dead building in the deep world is also collecting death, becoming more terrifying?"

When playing games, time always flies.

The sky outside the window darkened unconsciously. At 7 o'clock in the evening, when Han Fei and Jin Jun were about to forcibly unplug the power, Zhuang Ren finally woke up from the deep psychotherapy.

Across the transparent treatment instrument panel, Han Fei saw Zhuang Ren's wrinkled face.

"What did you see? Why did you wake up now?"

"I was trapped in a room, and that room seemed to be constructed based on my own shallow consciousness, and all memories became some kind of imagery." Zhuang Ren took off the treatment device, and the fear on his face had not dissipated: "I saw my eldest daughter turned into a handsome adventurer, my second daughter turned into a sticky cat, and my wife built the main body of the house with body bones."

"Isn't this very warm?" Han Fei knows several basic functions of the psycho-assisted therapy device, among them, he interprets and analyzes the user's shallow consciousness, and builds his own consciousness room for him.

"The key... my room is bloody, blood is everywhere, and the room continues to expand, as if it has no boundaries. I can't control my room at all, and gradually some of the **** colors that are not my memory begin to appear. Something!" Zhuang Ren seemed to have swallowed a piece of ice, and his words were full of chills: "I seem to hide other people's memories in my mind!"

"You have been building a subconscious room in these few hours?" Han Fei remembers that the manual said that it only takes three to five minutes to build a room, but Zhuang Ren is only the first step and it is almost five minutes. Hours.

"Yes." Zhuang Ren nodded.

"What did you see in that **** room?" Han Fei tried his best to make his words warmer. Zhuang Ren's situation is not quite right now, he is very nervous and scared.

"People, people who are dying, and people who have already died, are full of their limbs, boundlessly, filling my room, still expanding." Zhuang Ren covered his head with his hands, that scene of light It felt terrible in retrospect: "I feel like I am not in the room, but at the source of a sea of ​​blood."

"The source of the sea of ​​blood?" When Han Fei uses the soul-calling ability, he has to pass through a sea of ​​blood. He is not sure if there is any connection between the two: "Then have you tried to communicate with those who have not yet died? Ask one Ask them their names and past? You should also want to figure out whose memory is stuffed into your mind, right?"

"I asked, those half-dead people would only repeat four words-resurrection and eternal life." Zhuang Ren sat on the sofa, seeming to lose all his strength: "I have never done anything extraordinary in my life. This extra thing should be related to the treatment device that the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical gave me! Why did he do this?!"

"Don't worry, this is not necessarily a bad thing."

"Han Fei, you didn't see that scene. I don't know the horror and shock. My subconscious room is full of unrecognized dead and dying people. They all seem to be hidden in my mind!" His hands are getting harder and harder, and his hair twitches his scalp: "Yongsheng Pharmaceutical is a company whose purpose is immortality. Now there are two research directions on immortality. One is **immortality, which is almost impossible, and the other is consciousness. Eternal life, each unique consciousness is its own soul. The people I see in my mind seem to be the consciousness of failed trials! Really, I seem to have heard people say this before, but I don’t remember who said it."

"Consciousness immortality?" For a actor like Han Fei, consciousness immortality is too far away from him, even if he has such a technique, he is not qualified to use it.

"I've heard of this. In the past, Immortal Pharmaceuticals pursued the prolongation of human lifespan and conquered all the mysteries of the brain. Later, the people of Deep Space Technology found them, and the two giants began to collaborate on research on the immortality of consciousness." A similar message: "In their eyes, the human soul has been materialized."

Zhuang Ren and Jin Jun’s words touched Han Fei a lot. If what they said was true, since the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical could hide his memories in Zhuangren’s subconsciousness, he could completely occupy Han Fei’s consciousness. The new owner of his body.

Han Fei shuddered suddenly. He remembered what a scientist had said many years ago—the obviousness of a phenomenon has made me creepy. This is that our human nature has fallen far behind our science and technology.

"Butterfly has always wanted to get Zhuang Ren into the dead building. It should be just to get the memory hidden in Zhuang Ren's subconscious."

Many scattered things were put together at this moment.

Zhuang Ren's wife and daughter were locked up in Room 4144. They used the statue of Fu Sheng's memory fragments to be imprisoned to call upon their souls, hoping to recruit Zhuang Ren into Room 4144.

The wife and daughter correspond to Zhuang Ren, and the image of God corresponds to the memory in Zhuang Ren's mind that does not belong to him.

In order to get what they want, the butterfly takes great pains.

"It seems that I can't take Zhuang Ren into the deep world casually. I must be cautious." Looking at the watch on the wall, Han Fei walked to Zhuang Ren: "After midnight tonight, you will wear auxiliary treatment. Yi, stay inside and face that part of the memory."

"So I can see my family?" Zhuang Ren's expression changed: "Is my family also made into fragments of consciousness? They are also buried in the'corpse pile'?"

Shaking his head, Han Fei was trying to say something, when a noise suddenly came from a certain direction outside the window.

It seemed that something exploded. Although it was very far away from them, it was still very clear.

The three hurriedly walked to the window~www.wuxiaspot.com~ They saw the skyrocketing flames from Wisdom City.

"Something happened to the Smart City?" The Xinhu Smart City is a monument of modern city construction. It is completely controlled by the brain, and there are no traffic accidents, but an accident happened today.

The fire light reflected the night sky red, and the virtual giant screen next to the world was also affected, and the huge number "3" was distorted in the fire light.

After only half an hour, an overwhelming amount of videos and short messages appeared on the Internet. The information database jointly managed by Deep Space Technology and Yongsheng Pharmaceutical was responsible for the fire, which stored a lot of things related to "Perfect Life".

"There are only three days left before the service is opened. Why did something happen at this time?" Jin Jun is a loyal fan of "Perfect Life". Only in that virtual world can he relax completely without worrying about being recognized by fans of various stars. Out.

The fire burned for an hour before it was extinguished. Han Fei kept watching the flames. He watched the tumbling fire and remembered that the night when he got the game helmet, the whole street where the helmet was sold was engulfed by the fire.

"It's getting dark, tonight is the night of soul-returning, and the butterfly should do it too, right?"