My Healing Games

Chapter 70 Only the most unfortunate people possess the black box
"Is there a butterfly in Meng Changshou's head?"

“The doctor said that the eldest brother’s brain development is abnormal, with early permanent damage, and it is the brain of a rare psychopath.” Meng Changxi’s every word was chilling: “It was from that moment that I realized that it wasn’t just that beast who was sick in my family, but also my eldest brother who had always taken care of me and helped me.”

"So, Meng Changshou is the butterfly?"

Han Fei was quite surprised, and Meng Changxi was even more surprised after hearing Han Fei's words: "You actually know about the existence of butterflies?"

"I only know that Meng Chang'an has been searching for butterflies, but I haven't figured out exactly what butterflies are." Han Fei was completely focused; he was preparing to write down every word Meng Changxi said.

"The eldest brother and the butterfly we're looking for aren't the same person, but the butterfly was indeed the one who completely changed the third brother through the eldest brother." Meng Changxi added, "When that beast of a third brother was in school, his madness got even worse, and the treatment had no effect at all. It was the eldest brother, who was already working, who found a psychologist for the third brother. I only realized something was wrong after seeing the eldest brother's brain scan. I traced back based on the information left by that doctor, and found that the information didn't match the person at all. The person who had been treating the third brother all along wasn't a psychologist at all, but something else entirely."

"Things?" Han Fei noticed Meng Changxi's choice of words.

“That’s right, I don’t know how to describe it either, but it doesn’t seem to be human.” Meng Changxi lifted his sleeve, revealing scars on his arm that resembled codes or words. “I’ve clearly seen it before, but I can’t remember its face at all. To avoid forgetting the last bit of memory about it, I recorded everything on my body.”

Looking at the scars on Meng Changxi's arm, Han Fei's eyelids twitched slightly: "You're really ruthless to yourself."

“Before I met you, I had no other way to go.” Meng Changxi pointed to his face: “Now there are surveillance cameras everywhere. The footage is connected to the central AI. As long as a suspect’s face appears, it can be identified. To avoid being caught, I ruined my face.”

The hideous scars on his face made it impossible to tell whether Meng Changxi was crying or laughing: "That thing always treats Lao San at night. It compares the human body to the nest of the soul. In its view, the soul gives life form and transforms the body's potential into a reality. This transformation is the process of life's creation."

"I don't quite understand these things. Can you simply tell me what the characteristics of that thing are? I want to catch it and avenge my friends." Han Fei's words were simple and sincere.

"To be specific, that thing had butterfly wing-like patterns on its arms. I can't remember its face, I only remember the patterns." Then Meng Changxi said something very important: "They seem to be looking for a box, a box filled with the pain, despair, and misfortune of the world. That box is hidden deep in the soul. It initially wanted to find that box on Lao San, but it didn't find it."

"The box?" Upon hearing this, Han Fei was certain that the butterfly's target was the black box inside his head.

“That box seems to appear on the most unfortunate people. The butterflies searched for a long time but couldn’t find it. Later, they decided to create a soul that might exist in the box.” Meng Changxi simply took off his coat: “Ten years ago, the butterflies approached three people. All three of them were the murderers who created the human body pattern.”

"Three?"

"The first is He Shouye, the director of the North Street Orphanage; the second is Meng Chang'an; and the third is my older brother. These are the three I know of, but we can't rule out the possibility of other murderers."

"Do you have any concrete evidence?" Han Fei wanted to help Meng Changxi, but he also knew that if there was substantial evidence, Meng Changxi wouldn't have to hide.

The two people inside fell silent, neither of them speaking.

After a dozen seconds, Meng Changxi pursed his chapped lips, stared at Han Fei, and slowly said, "Can I trust you?"

"of course."

"Don't agree so quickly. You don't know me. I killed He Shouye. The person standing in front of you now is the real murderer." Meng Changxi's scarred face, combined with his words, made him look extremely terrifying.

“I already guessed it, so I hope that after the real culprit is caught, you can also turn yourself in and try to get leniency.” Han Fei had seen too many horrific and bloody scenes, and his reaction was completely unlike that of a normal person when standing with a murderer.

“I don’t have concrete evidence, but I’ve put everything that’s really been organized in an abandoned community in the far suburbs, a place called Happiness Community. All the evidence is in the bathroom of room 1044.” Meng Changxi slowly shifted his gaze: “The police will find me soon. When Meng Chang’an committed the murder, he deliberately framed me. Now I don’t have much time left.”

"The place you mentioned..." Han Fei was genuinely startled when he heard Meng Changxi's words. The haunted house he lived in in the game was also number 1044.

"What's wrong?" Meng Changxi asked, puzzled when he saw Han Fei's expression change for the first time.

"It's nothing. I'm just surprised you had contact with the deceased depicted in the human body mosaic. I heard the police only received videos of you burying animal carcasses and dead people. If Meng Chang'an has evidence of the human body mosaic, why would he..."

Han Fei was interrupted by Meng Changxi before he could finish speaking: "Meng Chang'an wouldn't send the video of me burying animal carcasses directly to the police. He has already placed clues and evidence in places where the police will find them during a thorough investigation. He wants the police to arrest me themselves."

Who sent the video?

“This isn’t Meng Chang’an’s style. It’s possible that it was my elder brother who did it.” Mentioning Meng Changshou, Meng Changxi became even more distressed: “I don’t know what kind of connection exists between those who have been bewitched by the butterfly. Compared to Meng Changshou, Meng Chang’an is closer to the butterfly’s requirements. So if something really goes wrong, I suspect that my elder brother will take the blame for Meng Chang’an. They seem to have another backup plan, which is why I dare not rashly take out what I have really prepared.”

"You've entrusted me with the information you've actually compiled, so what are you planning to do yourself?" Han Fei realized that Meng Changxi seemed to be entrusting his son to someone else.

“You don’t need to know what I’m going to do, just remember the address I gave you.” Meng Changxi’s eyes were fixed on Han Fei: “If I die, you hand over the things there to the police.”

(End of this chapter)