My Healing Game

　　　　 Han Fei has played many games after losing his job. He did this mainly to vent his inner pressure, hoping to adjust his state as soon as possible and regain his motivation for life.

　　 Now his goal has been achieved. After playing the game "Perfect Life", he deeply understands the beauty of life. It turns out that the unfairness he encountered is so insignificant in the face of ghosts and perverts.

　　 In a way, he was indeed cured.

　　 It's just that this cure method is rougher, as if a wooden thorn was stuck in his finger, and as a result, he directly chopped off the entire arm.

　　 collapsed to the ground feebly, pain and exhaustion torturing every nerve, Han Fei didn't know whether he fell asleep or passed out in a coma.

　　...

　　嘭! Bang! Bang!

　　 At seven o'clock in the morning, Han Fei was awakened by the knock on the door. He got up from the ground, still confused.

　　 It wasn't until he saw the game helmet on the table and the blood stains in the helmet that he realized that the game last night was not a dream.

"The task for the novice is that difficult, and there must be more terrifying tasks behind. Isn't this asking me to die? I'm a comedian, and I can't even fight. How can I confront the vicious neighbours on the whole building? "

　　嘭! Bang! Bang!

　　 Knocking on the door keeps coming. If it is before playing the game, Han Fei, who suffers from serious social fear, will probably pretend that there is no one in the house and wait for the other person to leave.

　　 But after playing that game, he didn't think much about it, so he walked over and opened the door of the room.

　　 "Hello, we are the policeman from the Xingfu Road Police Station in the old city. My name is Zhao Ming and this is my colleague Zhang Xiaotian."

"Policemen?"

　　 Looking at the two policemen in uniforms at the door, Han Fei's eyes lit up, and the thing called the "black box" in his mind threatened him with brain death and prevented him from calling the police, but now the police came by themselves.

　　 "Please come in!" Han Fei has never been so active in communicating with people. He invited the two policemen into the house and ran to the refrigerator to find drinks.

"We came here because we want to ask you something. There was a fire in our jurisdiction. The surveillance camera showed that you were at the scene of the fire." The two policemen looked at Han Fei's enthusiastic look, feeling a little strange, Zhao Ming also took out Looking at his cell phone, he found that Han Fei's performance was different from what the police investigation showed.

　　 "Actually, I have something I want to tell you." Han Fei took a drink and sat across from the police.

　　 "Oh?" The two policemen glanced at each other, their expressions gradually became serious, and they stared at Han Fei in front of him: "What do you want to tell us?"

　　 "I last night..."

　　 "Warning! Attention players numbered 0000! Do not reveal to anyone that the first version of "Perfect Life" exists! After three warnings! The black box will explode in your brain!"

　　 The brain nerves seemed to be grabbed by someone. The trembling from the depths of the brain made Han Fei open his mouth, but he couldn't continue speaking.

　　 The two policemen looked at Han Fei's half-open mouth, and the three of them stopped motionlessly for a few seconds.

"What happened to you last night?" The two policemen waited. They didn't know the pressure Han Fei was under at this time. Dou sweat fell down Han Fei's cheeks, the kind of horror that destroyed every brain nerve. Haunted deep in my mind.

　　 Blue veins appeared on his forehead, Han Fei gritted his teeth, he slammed his fist on the sofa, and finally did not say the existence of the game.

　　 The two policemen were taken aback by Han Fei's actions: "You calm down, if you have something to say, armed resistance is the most stupid."

　　 racked his brains, Han Fei deliberately avoided the game, he tried to tell his troubles from another angle.

In order to prevent the black box in his mind from exploding, he said every word was very careful: "Last night at midnight, pay attention to this time. An old lady asked me to eat dumplings. Her grandson threw the fish soup and said the ingredients. It was taken out of the coffin, but the ingredients were taken out of the refrigerator. I felt like there was a corpse hidden in their refrigerator."

"If you can have such an idea, shouldn't you think about yourself more?" The two policemen looked at Han Fei's serious appearance, Zhao Ming quietly turned on the law enforcement recorder, and Zhang Xiaotian's hand was placed behind him without a trace: "and then?"

　　 "I went home and started to sleep. The bathroom door moved by itself, and something came out of it. Do you believe there are ghosts in this world?"

"What?"

"Ghost! Just squatted on the ground, and suddenly disappeared, his face was pale and pale, his body was like no bones! He was hiding by the bedside lamp as soon as he opened his eyes!" Han Fei became more and more excited, he was afraid of the police. I left and missed the opportunity to ask for help, so I danced with my hands and fully demonstrated my solid performance skills.

"I took out the law enforcement recorder, you told me there is a ghost?" Zhao Ming took a deep breath and tried to calm down his tone: "If you just want to tell us these things, then forget it, then we I will ask you a few questions, please answer truthfully."

　　 "Heaven and earth conscience, I'm all telling the truth!" Han Fei is really not acting. He blinked desperately as if he was a hostage, but it was not a kidnapper who was holding him, but a game.

　　 "First question, why did you show up on Antique Street in the Old Town at 1:30 noon yesterday?" Zhao Ming didn't go around with Han Fei and asked directly.

　　 "I'm going to buy second-hand games, yes! We can go to the store manager! Comrade police! You come with me to find the store manager..."

　　 "Where is there a store manager? That old street is a lot of dilapidated houses, and all the shops were closed three months ago."

　　 "Impossible! I have bought games at that thrift store for three consecutive days! Let's pass now! I will take you to that store!" Han Fei stood up directly.

"Are you really ignorant or deliberately pretending to be confused? Yesterday afternoon, there was a fire in Antique Street. All second-hand shops of UU Reading www.uukanshu.com were burned down. Fortunately, the shops were closed a long time ago, so no one was injured." Zhao Minghe Zhang Xiaotian felt that Han Fei was a little suspicious.

"All thrift shops have been burned?" Han Fei stared at the two policemen in a daze. After a while, his eyes became firm again: "Impossible! There are loopholes! I clearly remember the appearance of the store manager! As long as you find this person , You can prove that I didn't lie!"

　　Han Fei is a professional actor. He has a very good memory. At this time, he took out the pen and paper and wrote down the appearance of the old store manager: "You can find him according to this! You can definitely find him!"

　　 "I can tell you very responsibly that there can be no shops open..." Zhao Ming wanted to say something, his mobile phone suddenly vibrated, and he asked Zhang Xiaotian to stare at Han Fei and walked out of the room by himself.

　　 "Hello? King team?"

　　 "Have you been to the home of the suspect in the Antique Street arson case? Have you found anything?" A middle-aged man's voice came from the phone.

　　 "We have arrived, and after talking and asking questions, we found that the person is really not right." Zhao Ming looked inside the room, and then lowered his voice.

　　 "Tell me more specifically."

　　 "According to the personality model established by the big data of citizen information, he is a very introverted and hardworking comedian. We also found out his psychological counseling records. The file says that he suffers from very serious social phobia."

　　 "A comedian suffering from social fear?"

　　 "Citizen information and data analysis are recorded in this way, but after we actually contacted it, we found that the suspect was emotionally excited and behaving very strangely. I suspect that his social fears have been cured, but..."

　　 "Just what?"

　　 "It's just that people seem to be crazy."