My Healing Games

Chapter 355 The Song Used to Summon Souls

With one hand, Han Fei lifted the stuffed black box, his arm strength once again astonishing Zhuang Ren, who knew very well how heavy the box was.

"Are you so strong?"

"How can you be an actor without a skill?" Han Fei also noticed the changes in his body. When he first got the black box from the old man, he needed both hands to barely lift it. Now he could lift the box with just one hand. Although it was still a bit strenuous, it was already a terrifying change.

"Once we get there, just listen to my instructions. Be patient. Remember, I would never harm you." Han Fei, carrying a black suitcase, pushed open the door to Zhuang Ren's house. After a long time, Zhuang Ren finally came out of his room again.

The sunlight shone on the two of them, and Zhuang Ren and Han Fei both enjoyed the moment. Unfortunately, the warm sunlight was soon covered by clouds.

Han Fei brought Zhuang Ren to the residential area where Jin Jun lived. As the most famous entertainment reporter in Shanghai, 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 had to keep a low profile due to the special nature of his profession.

Zhuang Ren's identity was rather sensitive, so Han Fei was very careful the whole way. It wasn't until Jin Jun opened the door and the three of them entered the room that he finally felt relieved.

"Han Fei, after I left my home, I kept feeling like someone was watching me. That strange feeling has only just disappeared now." Zhuang Ren said somewhat uneasily, "No one should be interested in me, a useless old man like me."

"You'll stay here for today and do as I say." Han Fei had Jin Jun give Zhuang Ren a brand new game account.

"What is this?"

"You can think of this game as another type of dead-building game." Han Fei let the old man into the game pod, personally connected all the wires, checked them repeatedly, and then had Zhuang Ren activate the account.

This was Zhuang Ren's first time experiencing an immersive game. He followed Han Fei's instructions step by step, but just as he was activating his account, the alarm inside the game pod suddenly went off.

The gaming pod door opened automatically, and Zhuang Ren, lying inside, looked puzzled: "What's going on?"

“People with serious heart and brain diseases cannot play ‘Perfect Life’. The game pod will automatically detect this and will sound an alarm when it encounters a patient with similar conditions.” Jin Jun brought over three drinks. Although he was a paparazzi and did not do anything respectable, he was a very loyal person and always remembered Han Fei’s life-saving grace.

"But I don't have any of those illnesses you mentioned! My heart and brain are perfectly healthy." Zhuang Ren was anxious. He had already prepared to meet his family, but who knew this would happen.

"It shouldn't be due to any illness." Han Fei stood beside the game pod, frowning. "Did anything unusual happen when you started the game?"

"I can't seem to activate my account at all; these wires don't seem to recognize my consciousness." Zhuang Ren said helplessly, "What should I do?"

"You once wore an emotional therapy device created by the chairman of Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals. That device may have altered something deep within your consciousness." Han Fei had Zhuang Ren try several more times, but all attempts failed; the game "Perfect Life" refused to let Zhuang Ren log in.

This interesting discovery also led Han Fei to re-examine Zhuang Ren, who may not even know how special he really was.

"Can't I see my family anymore?" Zhuang Ren was initially in a much better mood when he learned that he could see his family, and even joked with Han Fei. But when he couldn't log into the game, his face fell, and he looked as if he had aged several years in an instant.

"I have another alternative plan. Please wait here for a moment." Han Fei took out his phone and dialed Li Xue's number. He wanted to borrow the latest psychological support device from the police.

A few weeks ago, Han Fei used a psychological auxiliary therapy device developed by Deep Space Technology to summon Mingmei's soul to the deep world to punish the murderer who killed Yingyue.

Now he wants to try the same method, maybe it will work, since the psychological auxiliary therapy device can be activated directly without recognizing specific identity information.

"Sister Li, there's something I'd like to ask you for help with."

"Didn't we just talk on the phone this morning? You've made another discovery?" Li Xue's voice carried a hint of surprise.

"I need your help. Could you borrow one of Deep Space Technology's latest psychological support devices? It's the one I saw you using in the detention center before."

"What do you need the psychological support device for? Are you having psychological problems?" Out of concern, Li Xue asked a few questions before helping Han Fei submit an application to his superiors.

Han Fei is the key figure in capturing the butterfly, and he absolutely cannot afford to make a mistake at this critical juncture.

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

"Our leader has personally intervened to help you get it back, so there shouldn't be any problem."

"There's one more thing I'd like to ask you." Han Fei took the music box out of the black box: "Does your police force have any technical personnel who can help me decipher the lyrics of this song and what it's trying to express?"

Pressing the switch on the music box, eerie singing filled Jin Jun's room.

"This is a song from a music box."

“I can’t hear clearly, and the recording is also very blurry, so it’s impossible to analyze it with a computer. Why don’t you just come to the police station?”

After checking the time, Han Fei told Zhuang Ren to stay at Jin Jun's house while he rushed to the police station.

Since waking up from the game, Han Fei has barely rested.

Upon entering the police station, Li Xue led Han Fei to the technical department. They recorded the song from the music box and compared it using big data. However, to everyone's surprise, there was no information about the song on the internet.

“No, anything that exists online will leave a trace.” Just as Li Xue and her team were about to try other methods, the department door was suddenly pushed open.

Li Xue's teacher and the police officer who had been protecting him returned to the police station with an unopened psychological support device.

“I really had to swallow my pride to borrow this stuff. If he has psychological problems, it will affect the arrest… Han Fei? When did you arrive?” Li Xue’s teacher put the things aside and was about to greet Han Fei when he suddenly heard the strange singing from the music box.

The lyrics, indistinct and unclear, are sung by two different voices, a woman and a child, their voices intertwined like a tightly bound knot.

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

"I found this. Have you heard this song before?" Han Fei casually moved the music box in front of him.

"This isn't a song at all. Turn off all the equipment first." The old man's expression was serious; he seemed to know something.

All the instruments were turned off, and only the eerie singing coming from the music box could be heard in the room.

"The song was pre-recorded. It will play as soon as you turn on the music box, just like the one from fourteen years ago." The old man's aura was completely different from before, and his serious expression was a little frightening.

"Fourteen years ago?"

"Fourteen years ago, on April 4th, a tragedy occurred in Xinhu. A fire broke out in a residential building, and a music teacher and her child were trapped inside. When they were rescued from the fire, they were already on the verge of death. But then something unexpected happened. After being rescued, the child, who was more seriously injured, actually woke up from a deep coma, while his mother lost vital signs and passed away."

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

"The boy cried continuously after regaining consciousness. At first, the doctor thought it was because of physical pain, but after questioning him, they learned that while he was unconscious, he had a terrible dream in which his gentle mother seemed to have become a different person, constantly hitting and scolding him, trying to drive him out of the house. He woke up from his coma after his mother forced him to leave the house with a knife." The old man recalled some details of the case.

"I feel like the mother was trying to save the child, and that room probably represents death. Only by leaving the room can they return to reality." Han Fei found the story somewhat touching.

"Maybe." The old man didn't believe in ghosts or gods. He thought it was all a result of his own consciousness interfering with him. "The boy suffered extensive burns and turned into a monster. He couldn't leave the emergency room. During his subsequent treatment, he kept saying that he missed his mother. It was heartbreaking."

“This child is indeed quite pitiful,” Li Xue said, but Han Fei, who was standing next to her, seemed to realize something.

The old man was referring to a case, not an accident.

"Don't be fooled by appearances." The old man's eyes were calm and unwavering. "After our thorough investigation, we finally found the cause of the fire: it was arson, and the arsonist was that child. No one knows why he set the fire. Perhaps the only one who knew the truth was the mother, but unfortunately, she is already dead."

"Did the child start the fire? Why would he do that?"

“We found the child’s father, but he wasn’t happy at all to know his child was still alive. He said the child was a monster, an unlucky jinx. He knew the child would kill, but he didn’t expect him to do it so soon.” Li Xue’s teacher made a startling statement: “The child was very young, but his mind was already mature. We didn’t disturb him. We followed his words and wove a world of lies for him. As our contact deepened, we discovered more strange things.”

The old man listened to the strange music from the music box and took a deep breath: "The boy said he misses his mother very much and wants to find her belongings. He hopes the medical staff can go to his house to find a music box, which he said was his mother's favorite thing."

“We found the music box in his house, but after the boy’s father confirmed, the music box did not belong to the boy’s mother at all.”

"Later, the medical staff gave the music box to the boy. He hugged the music box every day and talked to the songs inside, as if his real mother was locked inside the box."

"Then something even stranger happened. The young child went completely insane. He would often say the most terrifying things in the most innocent language, which had a great impact on people."

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

"In the subsequent investigation, we sorted out all the data, and in the end we could only confirm two things."

"When the boy was talking to himself, he uttered a strange name—Fusheng. He wanted to kill Fusheng, saying that everything was Fusheng's sin, so why should it bear the burden? But among the people the boy knew, there was no one named Fusheng."

"Another point is that we carefully analyzed every word in the song and roughly deduced that the song seemed to be used to summon the soul of the dead."

The old man's words left Han Fei unable to calm down for a long time. He never expected to hear the name Fu Sheng from Teacher Li Xue's mouth, and he never expected that the unspeakable song was used to summon a soul.

"It seems like the other people's soul-summoning methods are all very complicated, with many steps and huge side effects. Is this ability really that difficult?"

Han Fei began to re-examine the ability of summoning souls. In fact, besides summoning souls, he was thinking more about his own unique talent ability—returning souls, an ability that neither Fu Sheng nor Butterfly seemed to have seen.

(End of this chapter)