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Takakura sighed deeply, tilted his head, and said to the tape recorder next to him: "0098 has a new entry, calling himself a mystery novelist Mr. F, Mr. F has surreal speculative symptoms that are very different from the main entry of Hirata Shuichi, he thinks that he is a kind of spirit body from a higher dimension, and he is possessing this body. High-speed updates"

After Feng Bujue finished speaking, he opened his mouth to ask what he wanted to ask: "Doctor, since it is 2005, then Hirata's case has already been closed, how did you end the case?" ”

Takakura replied: "Two premeditated murders, one of which was a police officer, and the circumstances were very serious, but considering your motive and mental state, the final sentence was life imprisonment." ”

"This is a mental hospital?" Feng Bujue asked.

"This is a prison for the mentally ill." Takakura continued, "Every quarter we do a new assessment of all intrusions. He paused: "That's why we're talking right now." ”

"How has Hirata been in the last fifteen years?" Feng Bujue said.

"It's more normal than you are now." Takakura replied, "When Hirata-kun was sober, he told me that as soon as he remembered the events of the past, he would enter a black and white world, and no matter how many times he saw it, it was still memories of ghosts. Sometimes, Watanabe and Tachibana's entry will appear, and this is when Hirata-kun will talk to himself. I also tried to communicate with these two types of applicants, and the events they described were consistent with the police records, and I think these two types did not really remember what happened at that time, they just took the incident that the police later sued Sù Hirata as their own memory. His gaze moved away from Wen Jiàn and fell on Feng Bujue's face: "What about you?" Mr. F, you seem to be very interested in that case, so that means you don't know what happened to the competition, right? ”

"Yes, I was about to ask, fifteen years have passed, and since the trial ended in two premeditated murders, then...... Officer Yamada's body must have been found, right? Feng Bujue asked.

"It took seven years after the incident for Officer Yamada's body to be found." Takakura replied, "That's around that time, when I first started to contact you. ”

"How...... Even Yamada's body was not found back then, can it be convicted of 'two murders'? Feng Bujue asked.

"Well...... "Takakura said, "In terms of the circumstances at the time, the case is very clear. Hirata Jun is already insane, and he has no relatives, there is nothing to stand up for him, and the defense lawyer appointed by the court for him is also guilty of defense, so ...... Basically, whatever the prosecutor says is what it is, and every piece of evidence points to the same fact, that is, killing a policeman, seizing a gun, and then killing and going crazy. ”

"Ridiculous." Feng Bujue said: "Before you rule out all possibilities, how can you take it for granted that it is the truth." Maybe Yamada killed Fukui, then hid the gun in Hirata's house, and then strangled Sato Jiko, who was in the longhouse at the time, disguised himself as suicide, and finally escaped...... Then, it can be explained that Hirata went to work as if nothing had happened in Bai Yao on the 27th. ”

Takakura looked at him for two seconds: "Hehe...... Mr. F, if you had appeared fifteen years ago and defended yourself as Shuichi Hirata, it might have been possible to get away with it. He picked up a piece of paper on the table: "It's a pity, today, there are at least two points that can overturn your assumptions, first, Yamada and Fukui, Hirata, and Sato Jiko, the three into, there is no intersection, the police have already checked, no matter relatives, friends, interests, etc., they have nothing to do, so he has no motive to do these things; Second, Yamada's body was found under the ruins of the 1st House destroyed by a typhoon in Hirata, and the land was sold seven years later by the government, and the body was exhumed while laying the foundation for the building. The time of death is presumed to be just seven years ago, and although the body has been turned into bones, there are obvious traces of death caused by trauma, which is undoubtedly a murder after hiding the body. ”

"Well......" Feng Bujue was silent for a few seconds, and replied: "Well, in fact, I was just dissatisfied with the original trial process, and casually said a hypothesis of the case that could be used as a defense." ”

"Hirata-kun's crime is beyond doubt, Mr. F." Takakura said, "Now, since I have satisfied your curiosity, why don't you cooperate with me and answer some of my questions......"

"Sure enough, you're not real either." Feng Bujue interrupted Gao Cang, and said in his heart: I finally understand the meaning of this script.

Takakura had a calm face, and suddenly stopped talking.

"Soon after you said that Yamada's body was found, you started to contact Hirata. When I hear that, I understand. Feng Bujue said: "Seven years after the incident, when Hirata learned that Yamada's body had been found, he had another re-entry...... You. ”

Takakura said: "Huh...... Are you saying that I'm the same as Watanabe and Tachibana? ”

"No, you're on a higher level than theirs, in my opinion...... Hirata's spiritual world should have four floors. Feng Bujue said unhurriedly: "In November 1990, Shuichi Hirata went crazy after committing two murders and witnessing his wife commit suicide. Since then, his mind has been imprisoned at the deepest level, a terrifying and chaotic world for most of the time.

A month later, as the investigation of the case became clearer, Hirata went through repeated interrogations and received some information in court, so he had two new qualifications: Dr. Watanabe and the Tachibana Police Department. These two qualifications can bring him out of the distorted memories of black and white chaos and bring him to the second world, so that he can get a certain amount of breathing time, and help and urge him to deny those memories of ghosts and ghosts, and try to restore the real memories. ”

Feng Bujue licked his lips: "At most, the psychiatrist is hypnotized to conduct interrogation, and he will not do it to the point of shooting a video." I should have known that the space where Watanabe and Tachibana were located was also a spiritual world...... There's a deeper subconscious than yours, somewhere between rational thinking and distorted memories. He stared into Takakura's eyes: "And you, or rather, the cell we are in at the moment, is the third floor. ”

Takakura said: "Then what do I represent?" ”

"It's also a memory." Feng Bujue said: "You represent the past eight years...... Normal, credible memories in Hirata's brain. He leaned back in his chair, tilted his head, and wanted to make a habitual movement to touch the bridge of his nose, but realized that his hands were still handcuffed, so he had to continue: "Time has diluted something, after seven years of psychiatric treatment, and those two other qualifications have helped him relieve his stress, plus learning the exact death and place of Yamada in prison, Hirata has come to this third layer."

At this level, he can talk to you, analyze things calmly and objectively, accept and recognize the status quo. If Hirata can stay with you and not go back to the deeper two layers, even if he can't recover his memories from that time, at least he can recover to normal. Feng Buyi's gaze moved to the mini tape recorder: "The tape recorder is a conversation between him and you...... In other words, it was the memories that he had compiled on his own, so I said that these memories were normal and credible, and he didn't want to be confused with others. But the existence of the tape recorder also shows that Hirata's time here is limited. ”

Takakura's face showed a helpless expression: "Mr. F, what you said is basically correct, but I regret to tell you that there are only three floors here. He sighed: "I am the closest layer to the real world." He glanced around: "Tape recorder...... There are also these texts on the table, which are all Hirata's memories. And this room is roughly a projection of the cell where Hirata lives in reality, but there are no tables, chairs and lamps in the real cell. ”

"Only three floors?" Feng Bujue said: "How could it be......" He looked suspicious, and said in his heart: The memory of Hirata's motivation has been restored, the memory of his killing of Fukui has been restored and distorted, and the memory of his witness to Sato Jiko hanging is also distorted, but it is also restored. These should all have surfaced gradually around the time of his arrest, but why did he have no memory of killing Yamada? Even seven years later, when he learned about Yamada's death, Takakura only gave out limited information, and he didn't know anything about the murder process...... "It's impossible, if there is no upper level, it means that Officer Yamada's death has nothing to do with Hirata." Feng Bujue said categorically: "That memory is not stored in his brain at all, so he can't find it on any layer." ”

Takakura shook his head: "But the facts have pointed out ......"

"Give me a mirror." Feng Bujue interrupted.

"What are you going to do?" Takakura asked.

"I'm getting out of here." Feng replied unconsciously.

"The most you can do is go back to the real world, and when you get to the real world, it means that Hirata will come back to me, or fall into two deeper layers." Takakura seemed to be admonishing him.

"I'm not going up there." Feng Bujue said: "I'm going next door." ”

"Next door? What do you mean? Takakura asked.

"You won't understand." Feng Bujue finally put on some high-dimensional life postures: "Give me a mirror." ”

In the blink of an eye, Dr. Takakura vanished, leaving only Feng Buyi in the room, and on the table in front of him, a small mirror with a frame appeared, and behind the frame there was a plastic bracket that supported it, facing diagonally upwards.

Feng Bujue dragged the chair forward twice, and came to an angle where he could look at the mirror closely, and he saw that the man in the mirror was not himself, it was a man who looked to be in his forties, with a stubbled beard and a pale face.

"Shuichi Hirata, we've finally met." Feng Bujue said to the face in the mirror, he had seen Hirata's resume in the original black and white world, there was a photo on it, although the face in front of him was more than ten years old at the moment, he still recognized it.