Wen Yiqian slowly closed his eyes, and it was pitch black in front of him.

"Time? After 8 p.m. ”

"Where? Hospital! ”

"Characters? Me and ...... Corpse! ”

"Smack!"

With a crisp snap of Wen Yiqian's fingers, a picture gradually emerged in his mind.

……

The corridors of the hospital are long and narrow, and eerie.

Illuminated by the dim light, I walked towards the hospital morgue.

In the ward, from time to time, the coughing of patients and the sound of nurses admonishing me made me feel very excited.

Because these people can't even imagine what I'm going to do next!

I smiled excitedly, got goosebumps of excitement, and looked down at myself.

A hospital gown, in this hospital, looks extraordinary.

A nurse, a patient, passed by me.

Nobody cared about me, no one paid attention, they didn't even look at me more.

Because, in their eyes, I was just an ordinary patient.

Of course, in fact, I was really just an ordinary patient.

But I'm going to do something unusual.

I went to the door of the morgue and typed in the code I had accidentally heard in the doctor's mouth.

"Tick!"

The password was correct, I pushed open the door, looked around, made sure no one noticed, and walked in.

Xiao Zhang, who guards the morgue, leaves work on time at 8 o'clock every day, and I deliberately choose to act at 10 o'clock.

It won't be noticeable because it's too late, and it's just after the nurse has finished checking the room, so that no one will notice that he's gone.

In the morgue, it was colder than I expected, but my heart was on fire.

Soon, I found "his" body.

"He" lay there as if he were asleep.

I stepped forward, looked at the familiar face, and gently stroked "his" body, with mixed feelings in my heart.

There are only two kinds of people in this world, men and women.

There are men who like women, and there are women who like men.

Naturally, women like women, and men like men.

I'm gay, I've been since I was a kid.

I have the impression that some homosexuals will like the same sex because they have been stimulated.

And I'm different from them, I just like men.

Growing up, I liked a few men.

I even plucked up the courage to confess to them.

But alas, they don't like men.

They treated me like a monster......

They stayed away from me......

They...... I want to throw up when I see it!

Frustration again and again, I no longer dare to express my feelings to others.

I began to get tired of dealing with the living, and only the dead would not reject me, would not look at me strangely, and would not say that they wanted to vomit when they saw me.

I thought I would spend the rest of my life with corpses.

Unexpectedly, I met "him" in the hospital.

"He" is my patient, with an advanced malignant tumor and may die at any time.

"He" is withdrawn, closed-minded, and unwilling to communicate with others.

Perhaps, in the eyes of "him", the whole world is gray.

At first, I was just curious and sympathetic to "him".

But for some reason, my attention will always be sucked away by "him" unconsciously.

Later, I understood.

Actually, I am the same person as "him".

The same loneliness, the same loneliness, no friends, no one cares, no one likes.

Living alone in this world, no one will cry when you die.

A lonely heart is always easily attracted to another lonely heart.

It's been a long time since I've liked a living person, and I don't know if I should express my heart to "him" or not.

However, "he" died before I could confess.

"That's actually a good thing for me, at least I don't have to worry about being rejected by you!" I looked at the corpse in front of me and said silently.

I want to take "his" body away, I want to fly away with "him".

But I knew that I couldn't take such a big corpse with me.

So, I retreated and wanted to cut off "his" head.

But unfortunately, "his" body was so hard that the knife I brought with me couldn't cut his throat.

In that case, then I can only possess "him" completely!

I tried to take off his clothes, but the body was completely stiff and I couldn't take it off at all.

I had to cut all my clothes with a knife.

I think......

……

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Wu Meng'an's call woke Wen Yiqian up, he blinked, his chest rising and falling.

"Are you alright?" Wu Mengan looked puzzled, "I see that you suddenly seem to be asleep, are you very tired?" ”

"I'm just thinking about things, and I'm getting into it." Wen Yiqian said perfunctorily with a calm face.

"This is just ...... The Palace of Thinking? He was not at all as calm as he seemed to be, and he was shocked.

In film and television dramas, when some detectives investigate cases, they often unfold the palace of thought in their minds.

Through speculation about the case and the murderer, the process of the murderer's crime is restored in my mind little by little, and I can even "see" all this as if I was there.

This undoubtedly requires strong ideation and reasoning ability to perfectly restore every detail.

And Wen Yiqian's thinking palace just now is obviously a little different.

He is by speculating on the perverted psychology, taking the role into, and personally restoring the whole process.

In fact, this is the story that Wen Yiqian made up through his understanding of the case and his speculation about perversion.

As for whether it is accurate or not, I don't know.

"Thinking palace, I thought it only existed in film and television dramas, but I didn't expect it to really exist." Wen Yiqian raised his eyebrows, "But I seem to be in the world, and I am no different from film and television dramas......"

In fact, in reality, there is a memory method called the memory palace, which is similar to the thinking palace.

By building a virtual palace in your mind and then "putting in" the things you want to remember.

For example, remember what a pen looks like.

It is necessary to completely "put in" the appearance of this pen and every detail into the memory palace.

It's like building an identical pen in a virtual palace in your mind.

In this way, you can go to the memory palace at any time to "see" the appearance of this pen, and achieve the effect of long-term memory.

If you build it quickly enough in the palace, it's basically equivalent to memorizing.

The memory method of this memory palace is said to be miraculous.

It is said that many people have actually built memory palaces in their minds.

Wen Yiqian tried it before, but he quickly gave up because he was really not that material.

Now that he can simulate a palace of thoughts, is it possible to use it as a palace of memory?

Wen Yiqian's excited eyes lit up.

As long as he can try to build what he wants to remember in the simulated scene in his mind, can he also achieve the effect of unforgettable?

Of course, Wen Yiqian is excited, he hasn't forgotten his business.

That pervert has to be caught!