My Iyashikei Game

Chapter 354 of My Healing Game Main Volume The song used to conjure the soul lifted the full black box with one hand. Zhuang Ren was startled again by Han Fei's arm strength. He knew the weight of the box very well.

"Are you so strong?"

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

"Once you arrive at the place, you can listen to my arrangements. You must be patient. Remember, I will never harm you." Han Fei pushed open the door of Zhuang Ren's house with the black box. Jen finally walked out of his room again.

The sun shone on the two of them, and Zhuang Ren and Han Fei enjoyed the moment, but it was a pity that the warm sun was quickly covered by the clouds.

Han Fei took Zhuang Ren to the community where Jin Jun lived. As the most famous entertainment reporter in Xinhu, although Jin Jun did not live in the smart city, this did not mean that he could not afford a house in the smart city, it only meant that he Because of the particularity of the profession, it is necessary to keep a low profile.

Zhuang Ren's identity is relatively sensitive, and Han Fei was cautious along the way. It was not until Jin Jun opened the door and the three entered the house that he let go of his dangling heart.

"Han Fei, after I left my house, I always felt that someone was staring at me, and that strange feeling disappeared now." Zhuang Ren was a little uneasy: "I am a waste old man, no one should hit me. ."

"You stay here for now and do as I say." 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 room. He personally connected the various lines, and after repeated checks, asked Zhuang Ren to activate the account.

Zhuang Ren came into contact with the immersive game for the first time. He followed Han Fei's instructions a little bit, but when he activated the account, the alarm in the game warehouse suddenly sounded.

The game barn door opened automatically, and Zhuang Ren, who was lying inside, was puzzled: "What's going on?"

"People with severe heart disease and brain disease can't play "Perfect Life". The game box will automatically detect it, and when it encounters a similar patient, it will call the police." Jin Jun brought three glasses of drinks, although he is a paparazzi , He did not do anything on stage, but he was very righteous and always remembered Han Fei's life-saving grace in his heart.

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

"It shouldn't be the cause of the disease." Han Fei stood beside the game booth, frowning: "When you started the game, did anything unusual happen?"

"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 a little helpless: "What should I do?"

"You have worn the emotional therapy instrument made by the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical. That instrument may have changed something deep in your consciousness." Han Fei asked Zhuang Ren to try a few more times, but all of them ended in failure. The game "Perfect Life" refused Zhuang Ren to log in.

This interesting discovery also made Han Fei start to re-examine Zhuang Ren, maybe even Zhuang Ren himself didn't know how special he was.

"Can't I see my family?" When Zhuang Ren first learned that he could see his family, his mood was much better, and he took the initiative to joke with Han Fei, but when he couldn't log in to the game, his whole face collapsed Come down, as if a few years old.

"I have another alternative, you can wait here for a while." Han Fei took out his mobile phone and called Li Xue. He wanted to ask the police to borrow the latest psychological aids.

A few weeks ago, Han Fei summoned Ming Mei to the deep world through the psychological aid therapy device developed by Deep Space Technology, and punished the murderer of Ying Yue.

Now he wants to try the same method, maybe it will work, after all, the psychological aid therapy device can be activated directly without identifying specific identity information.

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

"Didn't we just make a phone call this morning? Did you find something new?" Li Xue's voice contained a hint of surprise.

"I want to ask you a favor. Can you lend me a newest psychological aid therapy device from Deep Space Technology? It's the one I saw you used in the detention center before."

"What do you want a psychological aid therapy device for? You have a psychological problem?" Out of concern, Li Xue, after asking a few questions, still helped Han Fei to apply to the leader.

Han Fei is the key figure in catching butterflies. At this juncture, he must not go wrong.

"Li Xue, we need it urgently here. Can you apply for it for me before it gets dark?"

"Our leaders have come forward to help you ask for it in person, so it should be no problem."

"One more thing, I want to consult you." Han Fei took out the music box from the black box: "Do you 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, a strange singing sounded in Jin Jun's room.

"It's a song in a music box."

"I can't hear clearly, and the recording is very vague, so it can't be analyzed with a computer, or you should come to the police station directly."

After looking at the time, Han Fei asked Zhuang Ren to stay at Jin Jun's house first, and he rushed to the police station non-stop.

Waking up from the game till now

, Han Fei hardly ever rested.

Entering the police station, Li Xue took Han Fei into the technology department. They recorded the songs in the music box and used big data to compare them, but to everyone's surprise, there was no information about the 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 psychological aid therapy device.

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

Sentences of indistinct lyrics are sung by two different voices, a woman and a child. Their singing voices are intermingled and entangled like a knot.

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

"I found it, have you heard this song before?" Han Fei calmly moved the music box to him.

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

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

"The song is pre-recorded, and it will play as long as you open the music box. It's exactly the same as the one fourteen years ago." The old man's breath was completely different from before, and his serious look was a bit scary.

"Fourteen years ago?"

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

"But what does this have to do with music boxes?"

"The boy kept crying after he woke up. At first, the doctor thought it was because of physical pain, but he found out after inquiring. When he was in a coma, the child had a terrible dream, dreaming that his gentle mother seemed to have changed. Like 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 by his mother with a knife, he woke up from a coma." The old man recalled some details of the case. .

"I feel that my mother should be saving the child, and that room may represent death. Only by leaving the room can you return to reality." Han Fei felt that the story was a bit touching.

"Maybe." The old man didn't believe in ghosts and gods. He felt that everything was self-interference by consciousness: "The boy's body was extensively burned and turned into a monster. He couldn't leave the emergency room. During the follow-up treatment, he kept talking It is very distressing to miss the words of my mother."

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

The old man was talking about a case, not an accident.

"Don't be deceived by appearances." The old man's eyes were calm and unwavering: "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 unfortunately the other party is dead."

"Did the child set the fire? Why did he do it?"

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

The old man listened to the strange 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 relics. He hoped that the medical staff would go to his house to find a music box. He said it was his mother. favorite thing."

"We found a music box in his house, but after confirmation by the child's father, the music box was not owned by the boy's mother at all."

"Then 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 the one inside the box was his real mother."

"Afterwards, something even more bizarre happened. That young child was completely mad. He often used the most innocent words to say some of the most terrifying things, which caused a great impact."

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

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

"When the boy was talking to himself, he said an unfamiliar name - Resurrection. He wanted to kill Resurrection, saying that everything was the sin of Resurrection, why should he bear it? But the child knew someone There is no resurrection of this person at all."

"Another point is that we have carefully distinguished every sentence in the song, and probably deduced that the song seems to be used to evoke the soul of 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 Fu Sheng's name from Teacher Li Xue's mouth, and he didn't expect that the indescribable singing was actually used to evoke souls.

"It feels like the rest of them are numb

It's annoying, there are many steps, and the side effects are huge. Is this ability so laborious? "

Han Fei began to re-examine the ability to summon the soul. In fact, in addition to the ability to summon the soul, he was thinking more about his own unique innate ability - soul-returning, which seems to have never been seen before by Fu Sheng.