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But... oh... what a nasty woman.

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......

I'm fed up with this woman who swipes all my credit cards to buy things that don't work, that bag is so expensive, it's just a thin layer of fabric~~ bastard!asshole!asshole!I really want to kill her!

I really want to kill her!

I really want to kill her!

......

......

In that day's diary, a whole page was filled with the words "I really want to kill her!".

After reading this, Dr. Zhang's body began to tremble exaggeratedly. He couldn't even hold the diary steadily. What dust-laden memory gradually surfaced.

suddenly!

right behind him.

There were some slight noises.Then came a piercing laugh.

"Hey Hey Hey"

Doctor Zhang turned his head quickly, with a look of horror.

He found that the girl lying in the pool of blood before had disappeared, and now lying in the pool of blood was a thin man.

This man was wearing a purple suit, and he got up from the ground unsteadily, his body was covered with wounds pierced by sharp weapons, and the blood seemed to flow out of the blood holes on his body unstoppably, gradually converging into an incomparably huge The pool of blood then spread to the entire space.

The man raised his head, narrow eyes, thin face, sickly pale skin.There are two shocking scars at the corners of the mouth that run through the entire cheek.

"Hey...do you...remember?" the man looked at Doctor Zhang opposite and said in a sharp voice.

That nameless anger ignited again in Dr. Zhang's heart.

"Bastard~...all of this is your fault!! Where is this place??? Who are you???" Doctor Zhang shouted angrily, he could hardly restrain himself from rushing forward to strangle him to death The guy's impulse!

But the thin man opposite didn't care. He easily put his hands in his pockets, hunched over, and leisurely paced back and forth in front of Dr. Zhang.

"Oh oh oh, don't worry, you have too many questions! I have to answer them one by one." He said casually: "First of all, you ask where this is. What you ask is this bloody, dirty, narrow-minded place. , a place full of stench..."

He pretended to open his arms gracefully, gesturing to the entire blood-stained space: "Hey hey...I can tell you, this is your inner world."

Doctor Zhang was taken aback for a moment, and then shouted: "What nonsense are you talking about, you mental illness!!!"

He seemed even more angry, and then, he bent down to find the knife that had just fallen by his feet, but his feet were covered with muddy blood, and the knife had been submerged long ago. !

"Are you saying... am I mentally ill?... Um... I seem to be one~" the skinny man pretended to be thinking hard: "But I'm not The kind of patient you're thinking of, because you're confusing me with you...Look down at your clothes...Are you a doctor—or a patient?"

Doctor Zhang heard this and looked down.

I was still standing in a pool of blood, the blood had spread to my calf, and the "white coat" I was wearing just now had become a set of "patient gowns".

"Doctor Zhang" stretched out his hands and looked at his cuffs, jacket, and pants in shock.

"What's going on??" he yelled in panic.

The thin man smiled, and the corners of his disgusting mouth curled up slightly.

"You are indeed a psychiatrist, but that was 13 years ago, when you had a girlfriend, uh, it should be said to be a fiancee... I don't want to talk about the emotional experience between you , anyway, in the end...haha...haha...you killed her!"

He tried his best to suppress his laughter, and said, as if telling another very funny joke.

"Bastard... what are you talking about? You're lying to me! You're lying to me!!!" Doctor Zhang roared hysterically, bent down, and frantically searched for the knife in the pool of blood.

"After you killed her, you dialed the phone number of the psychiatric hospital yourself, because you know that after a mentally ill person kills someone, as long as you do a little bit of manipulation, you can avoid many crimes...and you are a psychiatrist. So it’s not difficult to pretend to be a patient!” The man in the purple suit still said lightly: “However, it’s very tiring to pretend to be a mental patient. You have to constantly show behaviors that suit your illness. A few days is fine, but you have to keep pretending. For a month, a year, until more than ten years, you have been living in such pain. During this long period of time, your inner world can't stand day and night. The torment of the torture created layer after layer of walls by itself, hiding the memory of your murder in the deepest part. While you are deceiving others, you are also deceiving yourself. Under such circumstances, finally, even you I can no longer tell what is real and what is fake. Just like those real psychopaths."

"Bastard, bastard, bastard!!!" Dr. Zhang groped in the blood with his hands, and kept shouting, not knowing whether to shout to the other party or himself.

The thin man continued: "But speaking of it, your inner line of defense is still really strong. Are those puzzles that hide key memory points automatically generated by your subconscious mind? Are you a professional psychiatrist after all... ....When you saw me, you foresaw my intentions at the first glance, so your subconscious mind has such a huge hatred for me that I can't even show up in your dreams. It's no wonder, If you were not strong, you would have been found out to be pretending to be sick. But fortunately, I dug up two images in my memory, and only then bit by bit lured you to the deepest layer of my heart. …”

"Bastard! I'm going to kill you!!" Dr. Zhang stood up suddenly with a groan. At this moment, he was already holding the knife that he had been looking for for a long time in his hand.Immediately afterwards, he crazily rushed towards the opposite man.

But the man on the opposite side still didn't care, and didn't have the slightest intention to dodge. He watched Dr. Zhang rushing towards him angrily, and laughed wildly for no reason.

In the next second, he was thrown to the ground by the opponent...

"kill you" "kill you" "kill you"

Doctor Zhang yelled frantically, and the sharp knife in his hand pierced into the opponent's body one after another. The force penetrated his body and hit the blood, raising Lao Gao.

But the wild laughter still didn't stop.

"Ha...haha...do you remember?" The skinny man couldn't breathe with a smile: "This feeling of a knife piercing into the flesh is so wonderful... That's how you pierced into that girl's body back then. !"

for a moment...

Doctor Zhang was stunned.

In the deepest part of the memory, a little brilliance suddenly appeared.

He seems to have remembered this feeling!

The knife pierced the skin... cut the muscle... rubbed against the bone and made a scalp-numbing sound.

Many years ago, he was like this, one knife after another.

He stabbed the girl he once loved so badly.

"I...killed her~?"

"I...killed her!"

He looked blankly at his bloody hand, and muttered in an extremely small voice.

......

suddenly!

The surrounding environment changed in vain, the smell of blood disappeared, the knife disappeared, and the emaciated man also disappeared.

He found himself sitting on a chair with a desk in front of him, and on the opposite side of the desk was a man in a white coat, obviously a doctor.

"Patient 202?"