My Iyashikei Game

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

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

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

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

The people related to the music box have all died, and the relatives of the deceased voluntarily gave up, and the case is over.

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

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

He has no specific position, and few people know about his past experience. Han Fei only knows one thing now. The old man has spent his entire life with butterflies, and even if he dies, he will drag the butterflies into the coffin together.

After getting what he wanted, Han Fei didn't stop there. After answering the police's questions, he left with a psychological aid therapy device.

Tonight is the night of returning to the soul, and he will cherish every second before dark.

Back at Jin Jun's residence, senior paparazzi Jin Jun was chatting with Zhuang Ren about gossip in the entertainment industry. After Jin Jun learned about Zhuang Ren's true identity, he was so shocked that he could not close his mouth. The king of bad movies - Zhuang Ren.

Jin Jun wanted to dig out some of the gossip of the Jianghu predecessors from Zhuang Ren. Zhuang Ren may have to rely on Jin Jun to enter the game, so he did not refuse, and accidentally gave Jin Jun a big gift.

The sanctimonious Jianghu seniors played very big in private. Jin Jun was like a hound who smelled the smell of his prey, his eyes glowing when he stared at Zhuang Ren.

"Did you have a good time talking?"

"Brother Han, you are really my lucky star. You have helped me a lot this time." Jin Jun originally planned to help Han Fei, but he did not expect that he would become the biggest beneficiary. He stood firmer on Han Fei's side. aside.

"It doesn't matter if you help or not, they are all friends." Han Fei took out the psychological aid therapy device and motioned Zhuang Ren to come over. He connected the various circuits according to the instructions, and then asked Zhuang Ren to wear it: "You don't have to be under psychological pressure. , and then you'll be in a room that changes based on your mental state, take it easy, don't fight it."

Han Fei is now very worried that Zhuang Ren cannot use the psychological aid therapy device, and he has been staring at Zhuang Ren.

The indicator light came on and the device started up normally, but what happened next was different from the instructions. Before Han Fei started psychological guidance, Zhuang Ren entered the deep treatment directly, it felt like his consciousness and intellectual brain The virtual worlds are attracting each other.

"What did the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical do to Zhuang Ren's brain?" Han Fei looked at the emotional therapy instrument that had been destroyed in the black box, and he was lost in thought.

Zhuang Ren's consciousness is different from that of normal people, and it seems that he has been specially marked. This method of marking his 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 cutting-edge technology of the current era. He has only occasionally heard some very high-end words on the Internet.

"When will Director Zhuang wake up?" Jin Jun is also very nervous. He still has many questions that he has not figured out. The pursuit of gossip and lace news is very popular in any era.

"I don't know either." Han Fei now only hopes that Zhuang Ren will not have an accident.

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

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

Entering the No. 4 building of the Dead Building again, Han Fei seemed to be in a relationship with the game maker of the Dead Building. He went to the door god specifically to trigger the dialogue.

What surprised him was that the door god seemed to be an NPC with memory. He actually remembered that Han Fei had been here before. The conditions he offered to Han Fei were also different. He tried his best to tempt Han Fei, hoping that Han Fei could 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 the warning for the second time, he just wanted to see what would happen after triggering the three warnings.

After the second warning, the clothes on Han Fei's game character had completely turned bloody. When he came to the door god again, the door god on the door had been dismantled into eight pieces, and his head was nowhere to be seen.

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

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

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

Han Fei remembered that blood-red look, and next time he encounters a similar look, he can easily recognize him.

Unable to trigger the three warnings, Han Fei began to seriously explore Building No. 4, hoping to find more clues.

Several hours passed, and Han Fei found some useful information in the Dead Tower game.

Building No. 4 is different from other residential buildings.

There is a basement, and the stairs leading to the basement are locked by an iron door.

The "weird people" in red clothes are unique to Building No. 4. It seems that ordinary residents can't see them. If they want to communicate with them, they must go through a special ceremony.

Han Fei once saw a child wearing bear pajamas among the weird people in red. The other party should be the child of the woman in the wardrobe world. Han Fei did not forget what he promised the woman. He also wanted to help them reunite their mother and son within his ability. .

After repeatedly dying in the Dead Building game, Han Fei also discovered that every time a game character dies in the Dead Building, there will be more death spells in the Dead Building, which is very strange.

The difficulty of the game would increase after each death, which Han Fei had not thought of before.

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

When playing games, time always flies.

The sky outside the window darkened before he knew it. At seven o'clock in the evening, when Han Fei and Jin Jun were about to forcibly unplug the power, Zhuang Ren finally woke up from deep psychological therapy.

Through 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 that seemed to be constructed based on my own superficial consciousness, and all my memories became some kind of imagery." Zhuang Ren took off the treatment device, and the fear on his face has not dissipated: "I saw my eldest daughter become a handsome adventurer, my second daughter a clingy cat, and my wife built the main body of her home with her bones."

"Isn't this very warm?" Han Fei knew several basic functions of the psychological aid therapy device, among which was to interpret and analyze the user's shallow consciousness, and build his own consciousness room for him.

"The key... My room was bloody, there was blood everywhere, and the room kept expanding, as if it had no boundaries. I couldn't control my room at all, and gradually some bloody colors that didn't belong to my memory began to appear. Stuff!" Zhuang Ren seemed to have swallowed a piece of ice, and he spoke with a coolness: "I seem to be hiding other people's memories in my mind!"

"Aren't you building subconscious rooms for the past few hours?" Han Fei remembered that it only took three to five minutes to build a room at most, but Zhuang Ren was just the first step. Hours.

"Yes." Zhuang Ren nodded.

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

"People, people who are about to die, and people who have already died, their limbs are everywhere, boundless, filling my room, and expanding." Zhuang Ren covered his head with both hands, that scene of light It's scary in retrospect: "I feel like I'm not in the room, but standing at the source of a sea of ​​blood."

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

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

"Don't worry, it's not necessarily a bad thing."

"Han Fei, you didn't see that scene, you don't know the horror and shock. My subconscious room is full of dead people I don't know and people who are about to die. They seem to be all hidden in my mind!" Zhuang Ren His hands were getting harder and harder, and his hair was pulling his scalp: "Yongsheng Pharmaceutical is a company whose purpose is immortality. There are two research directions about immortality. One is physical immortality, which is almost impossible, and the other is consciousness immortality. , Each unique consciousness is its own soul, and the people I see in my mind seem to be consciousness that has failed the experiment! Really, I seem to have heard people say this, but I can't remember who said it."

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

"I've heard of this. In the past, Immortality Pharmaceuticals pursued to prolong human lifespan and conquer all the mysteries of the brain. Later, people from Deep Space Technology found them, and the two giants began to cooperate in research on the immortality of consciousness." Jin Jun listened Similar news: "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 memory in Zhuang Ren's subconscious, he could completely occupy Han Fei's consciousness and become a The new owner of his body.

Han Fei suddenly shuddered. He remembered what a scientist said many years ago - the apparent degree of a phenomenon has made me horrified, and this is that our human nature has lagged far behind our science and technology.

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

A lot of scattered things were put together at this moment.

Zhuang Ren's wife and daughter were detained in room 4144. They used the god statue that imprisoned Fu Sheng's memory fragments to conjure souls, hoping to recruit Zhuang Ren into room 4144 as well.

Wife and daughter correspond to Zhuang Ren

, the statue corresponds to the memory in Zhuang Ren's mind that does not belong to him.

Butterflies go to great lengths to get what they want.

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

"So I can see my family?" Zhuang Ren's expression changed: "Could it be that my family was also made into fragments of consciousness? Also buried in the 'corpse mound'?"

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

It seemed that something exploded, and although it was very far away from them, it could still be heard clearly.

The three hurried to the window, and they saw the sky-high fire in the smart city.

"What happened to the smart city?" Xinhu smart city is a monument of modern urban construction. It is completely controlled by the intellectual brain. Usually, there is no traffic accident, but an accident happened today.

The firelight illuminated the night sky, and the virtual giant screen next to the sky and the earth was also affected, and the huge number "3" was distorted in the firelight.

Only half an hour later, there were overwhelming videos and short messages on the Internet. The fire was caused by the information database jointly managed by Deep Space Technology and Yongsheng Pharmaceutical, which stored a lot of things related to "Perfect Life".

"There are only three days left until the server starts, 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 put out. Han Fei kept watching the flames. He looked at the churning fire and remembered that the night he got the game helmet, the entire street where the helmets were sold was engulfed by the fire.

"It's getting dark, tonight is the night of returning to the soul, should Butterfly do it too?"