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"Patient No. 202?!!!" Seeing that the other party did not respond, the doctor shouted repeatedly.

Dr. Zhang... well, in fact, he should not be called Dr. Zhang anymore, because at this moment he is already wearing a blue and white hospital gown,

In short, he hadn't recovered yet, and just stared blankly at the doctor opposite.

The doctor looked at the blank eyes of the other party and shook his head. He held up the medical records on the table. There was a photo in the upper left corner of the first page of the medical records.The doctor compared the photo with the other person's appearance, and after confirming that it was the same person, he put the medical records back on the table and flipped through them.

After more than ten minutes... the doctor reluctantly pushed the medical records aside.

This is a typical schizophrenic patient. Whether it is symptoms or various tests, they are as typical as textbooks.The first attack of the disease was more than ten years ago, and it was a tragedy that he killed his fiancée by mistake.

What a poor patient...

"So... now can you remember what happened that day?" The doctor asked lightly.

In fact, he knew that it was impossible for the other party to remember. It had been more than ten years, and he had never had the slightest sign of memory recovery.And this inquiry is just a routine inspection.

Sure enough...the other party was silent, did not respond, and was still staring blankly ahead, without focus.

The doctor shrugged, then picked up the pen beside the table, ready to write the words "the condition has not changed".

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"I killed her..."

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The doctor's hand froze.

"What did you say?" The doctor seemed unable to believe his ears.

"I...killed her..." The patient opposite, that is, "Doctor Zhang" said lightly, his eyes gradually focused...he slowly He lowered his head and pinched the upper left chest part of his hospital gown with one hand.

There is a set of numbers representing the patient number clearly printed with black stitching.

"number 202"

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push a friend's new book

My friend's new book, everyone can collect it, and read it again after fattening up!

Here is the introduction:

"Talented Nine Fighters"

Ignoring all morals and ethics, I am arrogant and dandy!

Lin Yu, who just graduated from university, came to a completely different world by accident and became a foolish young master.

Well, this identity is a bit embarrassing.

Let's see how this foolish young master sings and conquers all the way, and embraces the beauty!

Only once in this world, Lin Yu monopolizes nine fights, and the world is divided into one fight!

(It should be pushing the book like this~ If you make a mistake, please remind me. Huh~)

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Chapter 158

Everything around disappeared again.

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"Doctor Zhang" also returned to the blood-covered space again... still holding the knife in his hand, and the emaciated man in front of him struggled again and got up from the pool of blood.

"Hey~ Have you... finally...remembered?"

He pressed his throat and said that because his lungs had been pierced through an unknown number of holes, he was a little out of breath when he spoke.

"This...what's going on..." Dr. Zhang asked. At this moment, he was immersed in the newly recovered memory, and his hatred for the man in front of him had long since disappeared.

"You already know, don't you... You killed a woman, and then disguised yourself as a mentally ill person to escape responsibility. And in the long life after that, you gradually couldn't bear your real inner world, so your The subconscious will automatically seal the painful memory, and become a real... "mental patient". Hehe, it's so funny that a hypocrite even deceives himself..." The man responded.

Doctor Zhang looked at his blood-stained hands again...

"Pa..." The sharp knife in his hand fell into the blood. He squatted down crying bitterly, rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands, then inserted it into his hair, and pulled it out desperately, even though the blood was smeared all over his head. yes.

"I killed her... woo woo... I killed her!!!"

He wailed in his throat, and there was a sense of confusion and sadness in his voice.

But the man standing aside was surprised to see him like this. "Hey? Why are you crying?" he asked.

"Doctor Zhang" froze for a moment... He raised his head and stared blankly at the other party. The blood and tears mixed together made his face look muddy, and he looked at the inexplicable expression on the other party's face, and he didn't know for a while How to answer this question.

"I...I killed someone..." Dr. Zhang controlled his emotions, and then responded to the other party in a strange way.

Unexpectedly, the other party's words once again made him not know what kind of expression to put on, and even the sadness and self-blame that had just condensed dissipated a lot.

"It's just killing... Are you crying because of killing? And you just killed one! Are you a child?" the man said, with a hint of disgust in his tone.

"Doctor Zhang" was stunned, there was still a trace of tears hanging from the corner of his eyes, but the sadness in his eyes was completely covered by shock... "You...what are you talking about?" He roared involuntarily, Because what the other party said is beyond the scope of his own understanding.

"Hypocrisy, all people are hypocritical, without exception, people know that they can't change everything, but they are reluctant to leave, so they can only bear it silently, live in the utopia built in their hearts, and give their bodies to others. Reality, but the soul wanders between fantasy and happiness... This is the prototype of hypocrisy, and you can deceive yourself to the point where you can't tell the truth from the illusion, to be honest, I appreciate you very much." The man used Speaking a little faster, he said: "However, your method of killing people is really bad and impulsive. In fact, as long as you endure for another year and a half and make some false appearances of your love for each other, find someone else you will definitely not love." I hope the incident of her death will be used as an opportunity. Just mess around like this and make it look like an accident. On the wedding anniversary, I drank too much gas poisoning, got an electric shock while taking a shower, and fell to my death. The worst thing is, you take the co-pilot Do some tricks on your seatbelt, catch a snowy day and cause a traffic accident, and if you are lucky, you can even get an insurance. The money is enough for you to change a woman every week for the rest of your life... So you guys This kind of murderer is really... hey... too unreliable."

The man was talking wow, and at this moment, Dr. Zhang was really dumbfounded. He looked at the other person with the eyes of a lunatic, and then he actually saw the "I like you" in the other person's expression. Yo" appreciation and the worry of "hate iron but not steel".

"But... But, you have wasted so much energy, isn't it just to expose me and bring me to justice?" Doctor Zhang asked again tremblingly, he still couldn't believe the other party's words... this The lunatic actually said that he admired himself, and after that, he seemed to be... teaching himself how to kill?

"Expose? Come on~ Who has the time to expose a murderer like you, who is not even considered a third-rate murderer? I just found an interesting "abnormal item" and used you as an experiment!" The man stared dead. Fisheye spoke feebly.

"Ah? What is the abnormal object?" Dr. Zhang was completely confused. He felt that this should be the most absurd dream he had in his life.

The man on the opposite side sighed, showing some impatience, but still replied: "Uh... the abnormal item, that is, the pair of chairs, there are two in total~ It can allow one person to enter another person's conscious world, it seems to be More than a century ago, it was made with a very strange craft... Its function is like treating mental illness... In fact, I think it can be used for interrogation, whatever it is."

Doctor Zhang opened his mouth wide. He seemed to understand the other person's words, but he didn't seem to understand.So he just didn't say a word, and looked at each other stupidly.

The thin man waved his hand: "Okay, you don't understand if you talk too much, but you should have recalled all the stories about yourself, then, go and open that door..."

After finishing speaking, he curled his lips and motioned the other party to look in that direction.