My 'Healing' Game-Chapter 70 The Most Unfortunate Person Will Own the Black Box

70: Chapter 70 The Most Unfortunate Person Will Own the Black Box

70 -70 The Most Unfortunate Person Will Own the Black Box

“There’s a Butterfly in Meng Changshou’s brain?”

“The doctor said our eldest brother’s brain developed abnormally with early permanent damage, characteristic of a rare psychological disorder,” Meng Changxi’s every word dripped with a chilling breath.

“It was then that I realized, the one who was sick in my family wasn’t just that beast, 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 even more so upon hearing Han Fei’s words: “You actually know about the existence of the Butterfly?”

“I simply know that Meng Chang’an has been searching for the Butterfly all this time, but I still haven’t figured out what the Butterfly actually is,” Han Fei said with total concentration, preparing to commit to memory every word spoken by Meng Changxi.

“Big brother isn’t the same person we’re looking for as the Butterfly, but the Butterfly truly changed third brother completely through big brother,” Meng Changxi then revealed another matter.

“When that beast, third brother, went to school, he became even crazier, and the treatment had no effect whatsoever.

The one who found a psychologist for third brother back then was big brother, who was already working.

After seeing big brother’s brain scan, I realized something was wrong.

I tracked down the information left by that doctor at that time, only to find the information didn’t match up with the actual person.

All along, the one treating third brother wasn’t a psychologist, but something else.”

“Something else?” Han Fei noted Meng Changxi’s choice of words.

“That’s right, I don’t even know how to describe it, but it doesn’t seem human.” Meng Changxi rolled up his sleeve to reveal scars on his arm, looking like codes or characters: “I clearly saw it, but can’t recall its face at all.

To avoid forgetting the last bits of memory about it, I recorded everything on my body.”

Gazing at the scars on Meng Changxi’s arm, Han Fei’s eyelids twitched slightly: “You’re really harsh on yourself.”

“Before I met you, I had no other path to take,” Meng Changxi pointed at his face.

“Surveillance cameras are everywhere now, connected to the central Smart Brain.

Any suspect’s face that appears could potentially be recognized, so to prevent being caught, I destroyed my own face.”

The gruesome scars cluttered on his face made it impossible to tell whether Meng Changxi was crying or smiling.

“That thing always treated third brother at night, treating the human body as a nest for the soul.

In its view, it is the soul that gives life its form, transforming the body’s potential into a reality.

This transformation is the very process of life’s creation.”

“I don’t really understand all this, could you simply tell me what that thing’s features are?

I want to catch it to avenge my friends,” Han Fei’s words were earnest.

“Speaking specifically, that thing has butterfly-wing-like patterns on its arms; I can’t remember its face, just the patterns.” Right after, Meng Changxi revealed something very significant: “They seem to be searching for a box, a box filled with the pain, despair, and misfortune of the mortal world, that box hidden deep within the soul.

At first, it wanted to find that box within third brother, but it wasn’t found.”

“A box?” At this point, Han Fei was certain that the Butterfly’s target must be the Black Box inside his own head.

“The box seems to appear with the most unfortunate individuals.

Butterfly searched for a long time and didn’t find it, and later they prepared to create a soul that might possess the box themselves.” Meng Changxi promptly took off his coat: “Ten years ago, the Butterfly sought out three people, each of them a culprit in the Human-body Puzzle case.”

“Three?”

“The first was He Shouye, director of the North Street Orphanage; the second was Meng Chang’an; and the third was my eldest brother.

I know of these three, and it’s possible there are other culprits as well.”

“Do you have any definitive evidence?” Han Fei really wanted to help Meng Changxi, but he also knew that if there were tangible evidence, Meng Changxi wouldn’t need to be on the run.

The two inside the room fell silent, neither saying a word.

After more than ten seconds, Meng Changxi pursed his cracked lips, staring at Han Fei, he slowly said: “Can I trust you?”

“Of course.”

“Don’t agree so quickly, you don’t know me well.

The man standing before you right now is a real murderer; I killed He Shouye,” Meng Changxi’s scar-riddled face became terrifying in conjunction with his words.

“I had already guessed that, so I hope that after we catch the real culprit, you can also surrender and seek a lenient sentence,” Han Fei had seen too many horrifying and bloody scenes; his reaction was not at all like that of a normal person staying together with a murderer.

“I don’t have definitive evidence, but I have stored everything I’ve truly organized away in an abandoned area in the outskirts called Happiness Residential Community.

All the evidence is in the bathroom of room 1044.” Meng Changxi slowly averted his gaze: “The police will locate me soon, Meng Chang’an intentionally set me up when he was killing people.

I don’t have much time left.”

“That place you mentioned…” Hearing Meng Changxi’s words, Han Fei was genuinely startled; the Haunted House where he lived in the game also had the number 1044.

“What’s the matter?” Seeing Han Fei’s expression change for the first time, Meng Changxi was somewhat puzzled.

“No, it’s nothing; it’s just surprising that you had contact with the victims involved in the Human-body Puzzle case.

What I heard was the police only received the videos of you burying dead animals and people in the past.

If Meng Chang’an had evidence of the Human-body Puzzle case, why would he…”

Han Fei was cut off before he could finish as Meng Changxi interjected: “Sending the videos of me burying animal corpses directly to the police is not something Meng Chang’an would do.

He had already placed the clues and evidence where the police would definitely find them if they investigated deeply, wanting the police to catch me by themselves.”

“Who sent that video then?”

“This isn’t Meng Chang’an’s style, it might have been done by my eldest brother.” Mentioning Meng Changshou, Meng Changxi’s agony intensified: “I now don’t know what kind of connection exists among those bewitched by the Butterfly.

Compared to Meng Changshou, Meng Chang’an is closer to what the Butterfly desires.

So, if an accident truly occurred, I suspect my eldest brother would take the fall for Meng Chang’an; it seems they have another backup plan ready, which is why I dare not rashly take out everything I’ve truly organized.”

“If you’re entrusting me with the information you’ve truly compiled, what do you plan to do yourself?” Han Fei realized Meng Changxi seemed to be making a “final arrangement.”

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