My Healing Game

　　 "Virtual and reality are indistinguishable from each other. In fact, human beings as biological creatures are no longer unique."

　　 "Now about 400 million photos are uploaded every day, and 1.4 billion active users generate 3.2 billion comments. This massive amount of information has not been lost, and the brain has collected and compiled them into unique and complex personalities."

"This personality can be used as a virtual substitute. With it, we can even communicate with relatives who have passed away. In the "Perfect Life" game jointly developed by Deep Space Technology and Yongsheng Pharmaceutical, after obtaining the user's permission, we can Using virtual avatars to act as NPCs, everyone in this world is real, they have their own memories and pasts, and they also have their own unique personalities..."

　　 At the main venue of the New Shanghai International Plaza, Kong Tiancheng, an executive from Deep Space Technology, was giving a passionate speech. Suddenly, there was a commotion in the venue. Many people were exclaiming and shouting, and the crowd became chaotic.

　　 With a dry cough, Kong Tiancheng was about to amplify the sound of the virtual image when his assistant suddenly ran over.

"problem occurs!"

　　 "What are you panicking? I didn't tell you that you should be calm when you encounter major events." Kong Tiancheng turned off the public voice.

　　 "There was a murderer with scars who hijacked several anchors. He said he was Meng Changan's elder brother. He also said that Meng Changan was the murderer of human body patterns ten years ago!"

　　 "Fuck! Where did you see it?!"

　　 Kong Tiancheng glanced at the phone, then looked at the seat of the senior executive of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical on the podium.

　　 All four of the five positions are empty. Only the middle-aged man with a handsome face in the middle is silently looking at the virtual display. The identity card he hangs clearly says his name-Meng Changan.

　　 The eyes of the crowd were full, and thousands of people watched him. He originally wanted to use himself as a bait to lure Meng Changxi out, but at this time he was stared at by thousands of people instead.

　　Leaving, perhaps because of a guilty conscience. If you don't go, who knows what will happen next?

　　 "He is Meng Changan?"

　　 "The brother of the murderer? No, the murderer said that Meng Changan is the murderer!"

　　 "Meng Changan doesn't look like it at all!"

　　 "What do you know? Such people can hide."

　　 "Go and report to the head office now!"

　　 Kong Tiancheng hurriedly left the podium, and music began to play in the venue, but the sound of the music could not suppress the noise of the crowd.

　　Similar scenes appear in many places in Xinhu. In this era of extremely fast spread of information, bursts of information can instantly trigger an upsurge.

　　 At this moment, many people are looking at their mobile phones, looking at the man on the screen whose face is completely disfigured and his upper body is covered with scars.

　　 "I want to tell you a story, a story about love and death."

"There was a mother who adopted three undesired children. Of the three children, two had psychological problems and one was physically disabled. The mother gave all her love without asking for anything in return, but in the end she was given to her by her own children. killed……"

　　 In room 1044 of Xingfu Community, Han Fei also stared at the screen closely. He knew Meng Changxi's past and understood that the other party should have been preparing for this day for a long time.

　　 "Is this how he prepared the curtain for himself?"

　　 Meng Changxi told all the things he knew in the video, without any concealment, even the existence of butterflies.

　　 In Han Fei's view, Meng Changxi knew very well that even if both Meng Changan and Meng Changshou were caught, the butterfly would be at large, so he bet on his life and disclosed the organization of the butterfly with the determination to die.

　　Some people believe it, and some people don’t believe it, but it doesn’t matter at all. As long as someone pays attention, the number of people hurt by butterflies may decrease.

　　 In order to avoid facial recognition, Meng Changxi destroyed his face; in order to prevent fingerprints, he ironed his fingers; for this day, he hid for ten years.

　　 He engraved all the things he wanted to say on his body. The scars were all words. Even if the signal was disconnected, as long as the picture had been made public, the horrible screenshots were clues and evidence.

　　 From the case of hiding the dead body in the refrigerator to the stitching of the human body, Meng Changxi tells what he has experienced, known, investigated, and explained.

　　 He did not deny his guilt. He said he buried the body and killed He Shouye himself, but he only admitted what he had done.

　　 Meng Changan’s painstakingly arranged, overtly and secretly planted and blamed, the protective net he carefully constructed for ten years was opened by Meng Changxi in front of everyone!

　　 The live broadcast was very short, and the images in the back continued to fluctuate, and then they didn't know what happened at the scene. People only heard the last roar from Meng Changxi.

　　 "You need evidence to be guilty!"

　　 The live broadcast was interrupted, but the videos and pictures in the live broadcast began to appear on the Internet on a large scale, and the information dissemination entered the second hot spot.

　　 After watching Meng Changxi's video, Han Fei immediately called Li Xue. Unfortunately, he was busy, and he sent several more messages to Li Xue.

　　 More than ten seconds later, Li Xue replied to Han Fei: "The three Meng family brothers are all under control!"

"What are your plans for the next step?" Han Fei trusts the Xinhu police~www.readwn.com~ but it is difficult for the police to track down a illusory butterfly. Meng Changxi may also want to use public opinion to force the butterfly to publicize this time. The police investigated the butterfly deeply.

　　 "A thorough investigation of the case of the corpse hidden in the refrigerator and the pattern of the human body, the police are preparing to do their best this time to catch the real murderer, including the butterfly mentioned by Meng Changxi."

　　 "If you are willing to track down butterflies, I can help you. I have a document about butterflies."

　　 "Are you still at home?"

　　 "I'm in the outskirts of Xinhu, and I will look for you now." Han Fei stayed in the room full of paper people and paper furniture. He also felt that the place was a bit gloomy and wanted to leave.

　　 "Speaking of the detailed address, our leader has already driven off." From Li Xue's words, Han Fei could hear a kind of attention.

　　 "Behind a chemical plant in the northern suburbs, this place is called Happy Community..."

　　 Meng Changxi publicized the existence of Butterfly in the live broadcast. In fact, he can't guarantee his success. After all, he feels that Butterfly has been staring at him and it is very difficult for him to implement his plan.

　　 "Butterfly should have also seen Meng Changxi's live broadcast. This place is not safe anymore."

　　Han Fei did not continue to stay. He took away all the materials compiled by Meng Changxi, hid the thick paper bags in his arms, and ran out of the apartment building all the way.

　　 Very lucky, Han Fei had no accidents before meeting with the police.

　　 Under heavy protection, he was sent directly to the Criminal Investigation Brigade.

　　 Two seemingly energetic police officers personally "greeted" Han Fei. One of them seemed to be Li Xue's former leader.

　　 There are police officers in every house, but Han Fei has no stage fright. He never conceals what he should say, and what he shouldn’t say can’t be detected by ordinary polygraphs.