My 'Healing' Game-Chapter 71 The Last Time in Life

71: Chapter 71 The Last Time in Life

71 -71 The Last Time in Life

“You mustn’t act rashly!” Han Fei noticed something was off in Meng Changxi’s tone, and immediately tried to persuade him, “The police have already been to the Donghua Ice Factory; they know your plan.

Going to Xinhu International Plaza now won’t harm Meng Chang’an at all; it will only increase the police’s suspicion of you.”

“That plan was meant for the police to see.

I update different plans every day, but the real plans are never written down.” No one could guess what Meng Changxi was really going to do, “Both Meng Chang’an and Meng Changshou are murderers, but in the end, the real murderer is that butterfly.

Even if Meng Chang’an and Meng Changshou are brought to justice, the butterfly that caused all this tragedy can still get away with it.

It hides behind the scenes, never showing its face.”

“Let’s take it step by step, catch Meng Chang’an first.”

“But I don’t have that much time left.” Meng Changxi turned around, revealing a large, festering wound on his back, “I bear the infamy of having killed my mother, I endure the framing and slander of the real culprit, and my life is full of pain, so now I want a spectacular finale.”

Han Fei could probably understand what Meng Changxi meant, and wanted to stop him, but was stopped by Meng Changxi himself, “After you find that evidence, pay attention to your own safety.”

“Don’t worry about me.” Han Fei nodded.

“You’re too deeply involved in this case, and the butterfly will definitely come after you!

So, you can’t be too careful.

Over the past ten years, dodging around, there have been several times when I nearly died in accidents, those ‘accidents’, now that I think about them, might have been the butterfly watching me.”

“Accidental deaths?”

“The butterfly enjoys toying with human nature, creating certain coincidences, that two seemingly completely unrelated events, might end up taking your life.” Meng Changxi told Han Fei everything he needed to be aware of, and after giving his advice, he pointed a finger at the door, “Go ahead, once you leave here, don’t look back, pretend we never met, hopefully this will keep the butterfly from noticing you for a while longer.”

Han Fei stood inside the house without moving, knowing this might very well be the last time he ever saw Meng Changxi.

Seeing Han Fei’s hesitation, Meng Changxi showed a slightly more human side for the first time, patting Han Fei on the shoulder, “The luckiest thing for me in the last ten years has been meeting you when I didn’t have much life left.

If you really want to catch the butterfly, if you really want to take revenge for the dead, if you really want to know everything, then do as I’ve told you.”

Meng Changxi struggled to show a smile, which, pulling at the scars on his face, looked terrifying, “I don’t mean to scare you, I just haven’t smiled in ten years, I’ve forgotten how to smile.”

His last sentence touched Han Fei.

“I hope your plan goes smoothly, and I wish you good luck.”

After finishing his words, Han Fei left Wei Youfu’s father’s house and hurried to the address Meng Changxi had given him.

At three in the afternoon, Han Fei arrived in Xinhu Far Suburb, where there was hardly a person in sight.

As technology advanced and the city grew larger, many people preferred the tiny ‘hive’ apartments of a dozen square meters in the core urban areas to the isolated life in the far suburbs.

Walking on a rare dirt road, Han Fei found the Happiness Residential Community Meng Changxi had mentioned behind an abandoned chemical plant.

The place had been desolate for a long time, overgrown with weeds, and the walls were severely corroded by rainwater.

Next to it stood a warning sign of a dangerous building.

Even the warning sign was from many years ago, full of rust, and looked like it could fall off at any moment.

“This building is exactly ten stories high, just like in the game, but the arrangement inside the corridors is completely different from the game’s, most of the residents’ doors are wooden.”

With his doubts, Han Fei cautiously entered the apartment building.

The air was filled with a musty smell, and there was trash and seriously damaged furniture everywhere; the place seemed to be seldom visited even by vagrants, as most of the stuff was covered in a thick layer of dust.

Arriving on the fourth floor, Han Fei looked at the room 1044 before him and had a strange feeling, as if reality and the game were overlapping here.

Grasping the doorknob, Han Fei used a bit of force to realize that the door’s hinges had long been damaged.

Upon entering the room, Han Fei shivered with cold.

Although it was daytime, the room was incredibly creepy, with various paper-made furniture arranged in the living room.

“It feels like this room was prepared for the dead,” he thought.

Due to the layout of the building, sunlight hardly reached the living room, and many of the paper people and paper furniture, filled with some kind of stuffing, had become moldy and were emitting a foul smell.

“Meng Changxi told me to go to the bathroom,” Han Fei recalled.

Walking through that pile of paper furniture, Han Fei pushed open the bathroom door, where he found the documents mentioned by Meng Changxi beneath the fourth floor tile.

After opening them, Han Fei saw a blood-stained letter.

The letter listed seven addresses, each corresponding to a room in the building, where parts of the body of the Human-body Puzzle’s victims, still undiscovered until now, were buried.

This seemed to be part of a ritual too, connecting the positions of these seven rooms somewhat resembled the wings of a butterfly.

“How much does Butterfly know about the Black Box and the Deep World of Perfect Life?

Why is there a building in the game that is almost identical to one in reality?” Han Fei wondered.

After memorizing the numbers of those seven rooms, Han Fei continued to look through the documents; it was no coincidence that the Human-body Puzzle’s killer chose this building to bury parts of the bodies.

This building had been known as the Ghost Building for decades, filled with odd and bizarre urban legends and rumors, as well as being a notorious suicide spot in Xinhu.

Taking out his phone, Han Fei searched for Happiness Residential Community in Xinhu and instantly, dozens of entries popped up.

Reading those news reports was like going through a collection of ghost stories, almost too unbelievable to be true.

“In the Human-body Puzzle case, Butterfly buried parts of the victims’ bodies in the Ghost Building and used them, along with the body of the eighth victim, to piece together the most horrifying corpse which met their requirements for misfortune, despair, and pain.

However, from the final outcome, they still did not find the Black Box,” Han Fei read from the information left by Meng Changxi, which, apart from detailed data about the Human-body Puzzle case, also recorded a lot of content related to Butterfly.

He was about to read carefully when a hot news alert suddenly popped up on his mobile screen.

Usually, Han Fei wouldn’t pay attention to these, but this time was different, he saw that the image used for the alert was of Meng Changxi, with his face completely disfigured!

Clicking on the alert, a live broadcast appeared.

A shirtless Meng Changxi, calmly looked at the person sitting beside him.

He seemed to be in a TV station or maybe at some live broadcast company, “I won’t hurt anyone in this room, but that’s under the condition that you don’t cut the signal or try any other tricks,” he said.

It was unclear who he was speaking to, but after he finished, he turned to the camera, “Meng Chang’an, I know that even if I use my life as a price, I may not be able to reach you and communicate, so I have to use this method.”