Inside a psychiatric hospital

In the hospital's special interrogation room, Shan Xin and two criminal police officers are interrogating a student who has just turned 16. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

There are white colors everywhere, whether it is the foam of the soundproof walls here, the tables and chairs used for conversation, the hospital gown on the student in front of him, or the white robe of the doctor on Shan Xin's body, they are all pure white.

The white alone in this interrogation room seemed so simple, only the dark blue of the two criminal police uniforms broke the balance here.

Intruders, no matter how sacred their identities and purposes are, their arrival will always bring a bloody storm to this hospital for Shan Xin.

Whether it's angry or gloomy left knocking, the detectives always want to get the truth they want here, on these patients who have been branded as "abnormal".

But Shan Xin is used to it. Most of the patients in his care here are serious offenders, and Shan Xin is indispensable to deal with people related to the "case".

Whether it is a criminal police officer or a mentally deranged patient, Shan Xin always wanders between them. He does his part, provides expertise, and rarely has anything to do with either of them. That being the case, the best way to do this is to be silent. This time too, Shan Xin was silent, listening to the interrogation of the criminal police, and he would only give his professional advice when appropriate.

"This is the first time we've met, do you remember clearly, Lin Ao?" Criminal police captain Wang Fu looked down at Lin Ao's file, but his hand was casually turning the ballpoint pen.

"Three times." The other party replied lightly, in a very light tone, but full of affirmation, not at all like a psychopath.

Lin Ao, 16 years old, is a student who has just graduated from junior high school and is about to enter high school. He was tightly chained to the chair by a chain the thickness of his arm, and in the face of three professionals who were much older than him and wanted to use all means to extract information from his mouth, he did not panic at all, and looked directly into Wang Fu's eyes.

It's already in control......

Shan Xin didn't see a trace of insanity in Lin Ao's eyes. CT scans of the brain and other examinations have shown that this person has normal physical functions, a very calm personality, and even has wisdom and knowledge beyond his peers. However, there are only two reasons why he is judged to be mentally ill: first, he keeps talking to himself when he is alone, which is a sign of auditory hallucinations. Second, he has always believed that there is a supernatural force in the world that cannot be explained by humans, and that it was such a force that killed five of his friends, not himself.

But Shan Xin and Wang Fu still maintain a skeptical attitude towards whether Lin Ao is mentally ill, and many prisoners pretend to be mentally ill in order to escape the punishment of the law.

"I remember that very well. Don't play dumb? Yes?! Aren't you the best at pretending to be stupid! Bastard thing! Wang Fu slapped it on the table with one hand, and the sound almost roared out, causing the water cup on the table to be used by their criminal police to shake, and the plastic cup lid that was originally covered fell to the table with a bang.

Airplanes...... An uncomfortable tinnitus made Lin Ao's body tremble instinctively.

All this made Shan Xin and Wang Fu see it in their eyes: no matter how this kid pretended, he was just a kid......

The corners of Wang Fu's mouth hooked up a smug smile: "Don't pretend, our body has been completely investigated, there is no problem with your brain, and you are very sober now." Even if you're tied up, I won't treat you like a psychopath. Didn't I say, what's the good of living in this mental hospital? It's better to tell us the truth, and the court will give you the most just verdict. ”

It's a pity that Lin Ao doesn't appreciate it at all: "Everything I can say has already been said." And I will also write dozens of pages of detail about the cause and effect for you to see, and if you believe me, you will release me from here. If you don't believe it, you can only ...... You can only think of me as the murderer of everyone. ”

"Fart! Just what you say, who in the whole world will believe it! Wang Fu slapped the table hard again, causing a muffled sound in the small interrogation room.

However, this time, Lin Ao did not tremble again. He looked directly at Wang Fu and said, "It stands to reason that you can't tell anyone about my testimony. So, believe it or not, it's up to you and the judges. I've told you countless times that you either believe me or think I'm a murderer. ”

"Murderer? If you do do something like that, you're not a human anymore, you're not even a beast. Wang Fu took out a few photos from the information and put them in front of Lin Ao one by one. The photos are all cold corpses, whose skin has long since turned pale and even shows purple corpse spots. They were the same as Lin Ao, but they were sixteen or seventeen years old, to be exact - they were all friends of Lin Ao.

Two months ago, they were still companions with warmth and smiles.

Lin Ao looked at them and instinctively turned his head away, and his eyes were already flashing with unbearable tears.

Is it guilt? Or do you not want to see the misery of your friends? No matter what aspect it is, Lin Ao doesn't look like a ruthless murderer.

It is precisely because of this that the criminal policeman Wang Fu did not make a premature conclusion for this case, no matter what kind of negative attitude Lin Ao adopted, Wang Fu did not believe that this case was as simple as they saw - Lin Ao was mentally ill and killed everyone, and he himself did not know it.

"Putting aside your fantasy-like explanation, you have to make us believe that you are a murderer, or at least have a motive for committing a crime. According to our investigation, you had a pretty good relationship with the five deceased at school, and there were no money or hate disputes, so did you have any reason for killing them? ”

"Hate, huh? All I can say is that if I really were murderers and killed them while I was unconscious, it must have been because I hated them in the first place. Lin Ao said, with an inconspicuous wry smile on the corner of his mouth, and continued.

"Your so-called investigation is nothing more than going to the school and asking my teachers, my classmates, to see how I relate to them. But I'm sure it's useless. Unlike the adult world, our 'child' world is more ...... Simplicity? It's a bad word, but you'll understand what I mean.

"I don't understand, you explain." Wang Fu shook his head, clearly wanting Lin Ao to speak.

Lin Ao did not refuse: "Let's put it this way, most of our classmates have very little interest between them. Disgust or affection is simply an emotion, sometimes for a few dollars for a meal, sometimes for a test score, these trivial things can make us like someone, or hate someone. We will even devote all of our love to love, hate, and dislike for the sake of a person of the opposite sex who will hardly be able to marry us in the future. Because in our world, these are all we are. However, if you ask other people, you will definitely not come up with the whole picture of a child. ”

"Why?"

"Because we lie, and our instincts make us pretend to be good children in front of you adults, and we don't want to say these things that make you think we're naïve. No child can't lie, don't you adults who have grown up know these truths best? All I have to say is written in my explanation to you, and you should know that I don't like them at all, I hate them. Everything I did in school was nothing more than acting. ”

The perfect inference pushes everything back into the mysterious story.

Criminal policeman Wang Fu didn't have any problem with this young man, he gritted his teeth, threw the information in hand on the table, and roared when he opened his mouth: "Do you think you can convince me in this way!" Do you think I can't see that what is written is also a lie! ”

Lin Ao didn't answer, and the situation reached an impasse again. Wang Fu also knew that he had lost his temper, so he had to pretend to look at the information in his hand and ease his emotions little by little.

As the attending psychiatric doctor, Shan Xin was always silent, seeing all this in his eyes, he also understood Wang Fu's pain, and neither he nor Wang Fu wanted to simply put on the identity of the murderer for Lin Ao. But Lin Ao was different from other criminals, he was not like other heinous criminals, and he tried every means to cover up his crimes.

In that case, even if a person calculates precisely, his expression, his habits, and his life experience will expose his lies one by one.

Lin Ao is the other extreme, without any criminal record, no psychological distortion, and a bright future for him, he is like a blank sheet of paper. is such a person, he did not hide it, he generously admitted that he tried to kill the murderer of his companion, and even he did not make any effort to exonerate himself, but simply threw out another incredible magical story.

"Murderer" or "surreal" ......

Lin Ao only had these two choices in front of everyone, even though the criminal police could see that Lin Ao had thousands of lies, but Lin Ao insisted on it like this.

It is difficult to return a person's innocence, but it is necessary to convict a person...... Especially when the situation is unclear, as long as the "murderer" nods, the "court" will only struggle for a limited time, and will only ruthlessly beat the person into the abyss.

After all, who would think that being "guilty" is a relief?

Wang Fu and Shan Xin are struggling here, they want to understand the inside story, they want to understand what is happening in that forest far away from the world? Why is Lin Ao the only one who survived? Why would he accept the accusations of "murderer" in its entirety?

The interrogation seemed to be ineffective, and Shan Xin looked at the interrogation room, where the camera was still functioning, recording their words and deeds. So, he opened Lin Ao's thick data set. In the middle, there are dozens of densely packed photocopies full of characters.

It was Lin Ao's own monologue about this incident.

2.

Lin Ao's manuscript

My name is Lin Ao, I am 16 years old, and I am currently being held in a psychiatric hospital related to a criminal case. There was nothing in this ward, white everywhere, only one bed, and I was alone. Even the pen and paper in my hand were begging for them to give it to me.

Because he was afraid that I would use my pen to hurt others, after all, I am now a "mentally ill" and a murder suspect.

I don't know where it is, the staff won't tell me, and my parents are restricted from coming to see me once a week, presumably to keep me safe.

But it's been almost a month since this happened, and my parents haven't been here since, except for the first time to ask me if I was the murderer. After all, all the evidence points to me that I killed those five people, and they were all my classmates, who were previously considered my closest companions. No matter who such accusations are placed on them, everyone will definitely think that person is either perverted or mentally ill.

And I, no. I've told the police several times about it, but they don't want to believe me. I can only describe what happened one by one, hoping that it will be used as conclusive evidence in court in the future.

That happened two months ago, the second month after the high school entrance examination. At that time, I was not a mentally ill person, but a student who had been admitted to a key high school in the city.

Graduation travel, this is probably an experience that most people have experienced. Naturally, we young people also have a longing for this, and after we learned that we were all admitted to the same school, the only burden on our bodies was also removed, so we planned this "tragedy".

Xiamen, Gulangyu Island.

This is where we told my parents that we were going to travel, and it's the famous spot I just started asking to visit. But in fact, under Xu Enhui's strong persuasion, we finally changed the location of our trip, and the place we really wanted to go to was Shennongjia, the only large area of primeval forest in China that was intact and intact.

Xu Enhui is a male classmate in my class, he has average grades, average appearance, average family background, and average sports. However, he is such a person who loves to show off what he has. Even on this trip, he wasn't particularly fond of pristine nature. It's just that......

"Hey, have you seen the 'Survival in the Wild' show? The host inside is really amazing to hike through hundreds of kilometers of desert! You said that if we did the same as him, we would go back to school and be the envy of their boys. What Yunnan deep mountains, what Shennongjia, we have to go to these places to be considered a real trip! ”

His proud smile is still etched in my mind.

Disgusting, incredibly disgusting......

If I had known this would be the case, I would have scolded him in front of him. He was nothing more than unwilling and jealous, wanting to show off everything he could get in front of everyone.

Regardless of whether there is danger or not, and regardless of whether the plan is thorough.

However, when I first realized that something was wrong, I was already in the waiting room of the high-speed train, ready to board the train.

There is no turning back.

"Hey, don't you bother, do you have everything?" I asked a few of my companions. We sat opposite each other in two rows of waiting chairs. Travelers passing by can't help but turn their eyes on us.

As the largest railway station in the city, there are not a few young people in this waiting room, but there are only a few of us who have just turned 16 years old and have not yet been accompanied by an adult.

EXCEPT FOR ME NERVOUSLY CHECKING MY LUGGAGE, THE FIVE OF THEM SAT IN THEIR SEATS, PLAYING WITH THEIR PHONES AND IPADS WITHOUT ANY WORRIES, CHATTING EXCITEDLY WITH EACH OTHER, LOOKING FORWARD TO IT, NOT AT ALL FEELING LIKE WE WERE GOING TO GO (TO BE CONTINUED). )