At the beginning of the last century, a dark age.

Wars, plagues, and political changes have turned this world into an absurd dream. Overnight, a rich country can become indebted, and a happy family can be torn apart with a bang.

And that was the time when mental illness was most prevalent.

Countless people can't stand the sudden changes in their lives, the huge gap between the rich and the poor, or the stimulation of life and death, which leads to the collapse of their own conscious world. Schizophrenia, mania, post-war psychological trauma, severe depression.

But at the same time, it was also the era when the treatment of mental illness was developing most rapidly.

Because before that, mental illness was not widely recognized, so its treatment methods were single, the efficacy was extremely unsatisfactory, and even to put it harshly, this field was actually a blank slate. But it is precisely because of this that thousands of strange treatment methods have emerged one after another.

Among them, there are many well-known "lobotomies", and even more, there are countless treatment directions that have not been recorded in history.

For example, there is a group of people who envision entering the patient's conscious world through a means similar to "psychic", so as to fundamentally cure the condition of the mentally ill.

However, because this research did not conform to the "science" that the world knew, it was ostracized by people in the industry at the beginning of the idea, so that it disappeared in the bud before the public could be seen in the world.

However, on the road to success, there is always a group of people who are unwilling to accept the ideas of the world, and they always carry the theories they believe in their hearts and walk on the road that is contrary to the world.

Therefore, in the basements of some large psychiatric hospitals or in some dark corners, the research on this kind of "psychiatric intervention" treatment method is still going on in secret.

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Back to the story.

Dr. Zhang looked at the blood-soaked knife, and was momentarily frightened by the scene in front of him, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

"Bang Dang"

He seemed to have hit something.

So he turned his head and looked behind him...... There is a small table, and on the table, there is a diary, a cover made of thick paper shell, between the front and back covers, there is a small lock lock, there are three "disc-type" rollers on the lock, the rollers are engraved with 1 to 0 ten numbers, this lock needs to match all three rollers to the corresponding numbers to open.

Dr. Zhang picked up the journal with trembling hands.

His breathing began to become extremely flustered, and in his head, a voice roared, warning himself not to open the journal.

But Dr. Zhang ignored the voice, he sensed that he must have forgotten something, and those things that he forgot were in this diary......

So he flicked the wheel on the lock.

“3”“8”“0”

He knew this password, and the previous uncle named "Jia Renliang" had already told him.

There was a soft "click", and the little lock opened in response.

Dr. Zhang slowly opened the diary

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On March 8, at 0:00 a.m., I proposed to her, and she agreed...... It's just wonderful.

I bought a diary, and this is it, and I'm going to record the beauty of our time together.

It's shy to say that I would do such a thing, so I bought a locked one to prevent others from flipping through it.

I really love her, so let's use 380 as the password for this diary. After all, it is a commemoration of a successful marriage proposal.

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Today she asked for a ring, to be honest, it's a bit expensive, but it's okay, I can afford it. After all, it's a girl, or a girl as beautiful as her. It's the only ring like this that can match it...... laugh

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I came back late from work today, I can't help it, there are always all kinds of uncertainties in the job of a doctor! Especially psychiatry.

But it's so good that she can't die, today is her birthday. I really forgot.

She was of course angry and broke the vase I had given her last month.

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This woman actually came to my hospital and scolded me in front of all my colleagues, and I just bought a watch without telling him .......

But...... Ay...... What a hateful woman.

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I'm fed up with this woman, she actually swiped all my credit cards to buy things that don't work at all, that broken bag is so expensive, it's just a thin layer of fabric~~ Bastard! Bastard! Bastard! I want to kill her!

I want to kill her!

I want to kill her!

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The diary of that day was full of pages full of "I really want to kill her!" These words.

Reading this, Dr. Zhang's body had begun to tremble extremely exaggeratedly, and he couldn't even hold the diary steadily, and fell to the ground with a snap, and was instantly soaked in blood, as if some long-sealed memory gradually surfaced in the depths of his consciousness.

Suddenly!

Right behind him.

There was some slight noise. A shrill laugh followed.

"Hey, hey, hey"

Dr. Zhang quickly turned his head, his face frightened.

He found that the girl who had fallen in a pool of blood had disappeared, and now lying in a pool of blood was an emaciated man.

This person was wearing a purple suit, staggering up from the ground, his body was full of wounds pierced by sharp weapons, and the blood seemed to flow out of the blood hole on his body unstoppably, gradually converging into an incomparably huge pool of blood, and then spreading to the entire space.

The man raised his head, with long narrow eyes, a thin face, and sickly pale skin. Two thrilling scars at the corners of the mouth that run all the way down to the cheeks.

"Hey...... You...... Remember? The man looked at Dr. Zhang across from him and said in a sharp voice.

Dr. Zhang's heart rekindled that nameless anger.

"Bastard~...... It's all your doing!! Where is it??? Who are you??? Dr. Zhang shouted angrily, he could barely resist the urge to rush up and strangle this guy!

But the emaciated man on the other side didn't care, he put his hands in his pockets very easily, hunched his back, 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 nonchalantly, "First of all, you ask where this is." Are you asking about this bloody, dirty, narrow-minded, foul-smelling place......"

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

Dr. Zhang was stunned for a moment, and then shouted, "What nonsense are you talking about, you psychopath!! ”

He looked even more angry, and then he leaned down to look for the knife that had just landed at his feet, but his feet were covered with mud and blood, and the knife had long since been submerged in the unknown!

"You say...... Am I mentally ill? ...... Forehead...... I seem to be really ~" The emaciated man pretended to be thinking deeply about it: "But I'm not the kind of patient you think I am, because you've confused me with you...... Look down at what you're wearing...... Are you a doctor——— or a patient? ”

Hearing this, Dr. Zhang looked down.

He was still standing in a pool of blood, the blood had spread to his calves, and the "white coat" that was still on his body just now had become a set of "hospital gowns".

"Dr. Zhang" stretched out his hands and looked at his cuffs, shirt, and pants in shock.

"What's going on??" He shouted in panic.

The emaciated man smiled, the corners of his disgusting mouth curled slightly.

"You're a psychiatrist, but that was 13 years ago, and you had a girlfriend, uh, fiancée...... I don't want to say much about the emotional experience between you, in short, in the end...... Huh...... Ha ha...... You killed her! ”

He tried to hold back a laugh and said as if he were telling another very funny joke.

"Bastard...... What are you talking about? You're lying to me! Are you lying to me!!! Dr. Zhang yelled hysterically, bent down, and frantically rummaged for the knife in a pool of blood.

"After you killed her, you dialed the number of the psychiatric hospital yourself, because you know that after a psychopath kills someone, you can be exempted from many crimes with just a little bit of manipulation...... And you're a psychiatrist, so it's not difficult to disguise yourself as a patient! The man in the purple suit still said lightly: "However, pretending to be a mentally ill person is very tired, you have to keep behaving in line with your symptoms, so it is okay to maintain it for a few days, but you have to keep pretending, a month, a year, until more than ten years, you have been living in such pain, in this long time, your inner world can not bear the torture day and night, and you have cast layer after layer of walls, hiding the memory of your murder in the deepest depths." You are deceiving others at the same time, and at the same time, you are deceiving yourself, and in this environment, finally, even you can no longer distinguish what is true and what is false. It's like those real psychopaths. ”

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

The emaciated man continued: "But speaking of which, your inner defense line is still really strong, are those puzzles that hide key memory points automatically generated by your subconscious?" A professional psychiatrist...... When you saw me at first sight, you foresaw my intentions, so your subconscious developed an incomparably great hatred for me, so much so that I could not even show up in your dreams, and it is no wonder that if you were not strong, you would have been found to be faking your illness. But fortunately, I turned up two images in my memory, and this lured you to the deepest level of my heart little by little......"

"Bastard! I'll kill you!! Dr. Zhang suddenly stood up with a snort, and at this moment, he was already holding the knife in his hand that had been looking for him for a long time. Immediately after, he rushed to the man opposite like crazy.

The man on the other side still didn't care, without the slightest intention of dodging, he saw Dr. Zhang rushing towards him angrily, and he let out a burst of wild laughter inexplicably.

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

"Kill you" "Kill you" "Kill you"

Dr. Zhang shouted frantically, and the sharp knife in his hand poked into the opponent's body one by one, and the power hit the blood through his body, raising the old high.

But the laughter didn't stop.

"Hah...... Ha ha...... Remember? The emaciated man laughed a little breathlessly: "The feeling of this knife piercing into the flesh is wonderful...... That's how you stabbed that girl's body back then! ”

Moment......

Dr. Zhang was stunned.

In the deepest part of the memory, a little brilliance emerges.

He seemed to remember this feeling!

The knife pierces the skin...... Cut out the muscles...... Rubbing the bones makes a tingling sound.

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

stabbed the girl he once loved to a thousand holes.

"I ...... Kill her~? ”

"I ...... Kill her! ”

He stared blankly at his blood-soaked hands, muttering in a very small voice.

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Suddenly!

The surroundings changed in vain, the smell of blood was gone, the knife was gone, and so was the emaciated man.

He found himself sitting in a chair with a desk in front of him, and across the table was a man in a white lab coat, apparently a doctor.

"Patient 202?"

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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 shouldn't continue to call him Dr. Zhang, because at this moment, he is already wearing a blue and white hospital gown.

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

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

Ten minutes passed...... The doctor reluctantly pushed the medical record to the side.

This is a typical schizophrenic patient, both the symptoms and the tests are as typical as a textbook. More than ten years ago, the disease first attacked, and it was a tragic mistake to kill his fiancée.

What a poor patient......

"So...... Can you remember that day now? The doctor asked faintly.

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.

Really...... The other party was silent, did not respond, still staring blankly ahead, his gaze unfocused.

The doctor shrugged his shoulders, then picked up the pen on the table, ready to write down the words "no change in condition".

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"I killed her......"

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The doctor's hand froze.

"What did you say?" The doctor couldn't seem to believe his ears.

"I ...... Kill her......" The patient opposite, that is, "Doctor Zhang", said lightly, his eyes gradually condensed into focus...... He slowly lowered his head and pinched the left part of his chest on the left side of his hospital gown with one hand.

There is a clear black stitch with a set of numbers representing the patient's number.

"No. 202"

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