There has been a lot of disagreement as to whether the hallucinations themselves can cause the corresponding death.

There is often only one example of this, and that is an experiment conducted in 1981 by a Polish psychiatrist named Norglan.

At that time, there was a murderer in Poland named Fedogav, who looked like a polar bear, and his arms were as brave as four elephants. It took great effort for the Polish police to apprehend him and sentence him to death. At this time, Nolgland was conducting relevant psychological research, and after submitting an application to the authorities for testing, he was finally allowed to conduct scientific experiments on Fedogav without causing direct physical harm.

Before the test, Norgland was very unkind to tell Fedorgav that he was going to carry out a test that would lead to death, but the method of the test was secretive and he did not want to say more.

In other words, this Fedogav is also a strong party, who has killed people and seen blood, and said at the moment that although you let the horse come, if I frown, I will not be surnamed Fei.

When the test began, Fedogav was wheeled into a three-square-meter laboratory with a stainless steel tool cart and a glass blood trough on top of it except for a narrow operating table. The whole space seems extremely cramped and oppressive.

He was quickly blindfolded, and his hands and feet were firmly fixed to the bed. Just when he couldn't move, he heard the doctor shout, "The hour has come, the test begins!" Then he felt that his wrist had been wiped by cold metal, and there was some pain, thinking that he must have cut a vein with a scalpel.

The blood kept dripping, and there was a dense sound at first, but after three minutes, it became a slow ticking sound, and after about five minutes, the sound of dripping blood began to be intermittent, as if it was almost gone. Fedorgav began to be afraid, feeling that his heart was gradually slowing down, his breathing was getting weaker and weaker, his body was getting colder and colder, and finally his heart stopped beating.

In a later paper, Dr. Norgland claimed that a knife in a vein was made with the back of a knife and that the sound of blood was a dripping sound, but the subject died of organ failure caused by excessive blood loss, even though he did not lose a drop of blood.

There is a similar story in China, roughly about a cold storage worker, one day overtime to move things to the cold storage, accidentally locked himself up, but colleagues are off work, all kinds of calls for help to no avail. The next morning, his colleagues found him frozen to death, but the refrigeration in the cold storage yesterday was actually broken.

In fact, both stories have some urban legends, and they are not accurate. And in modern society, it is estimated that no madman would dare to repeat such human experiments.

The paucity of experimental observations makes it difficult to universally accept the theory that pure hallucinations can cause the corresponding mode of death.

But now there is a group chairman who has drowned in his office on the seventeenth floor, and he drowned in ice water.

Is this the death caused by the hallucinations caused by the black microbacteria, or is it the means of the "immortal"?

Thinking of this, Qi Zihuan looked around with some uneasiness, except for the team leader and the forensic doctor, there were only corpses next to him, and the rest of the items were in their own places, and he couldn't see anything abnormal with the Solar Treasure Mirror.

What exactly is the so-called "immortal"?

What can he do in this world?

……

Huang Huotu sat in his cluttered little office, nestled at his desk and played chess with himself. The checkerboard is plastic, with small light bulbs in hollow compartments, and the vertical and horizontal nodes of the board are lit up with a red or blue shimmer.

The colored light reflected on his haggard face, and he still looked like he was forever sorrowful.

There was a cough at the door.

A woman in a black dress in her thirties was standing in the doorway with a little girl in her hands.

The woman's short hair and skin are white, and her facial features are exquisite, but there is a hint of tiredness on her face that cannot be erased.

The little girl is about 7 or 8 years old, and her big eyes are cute and cute, but unfortunately she is also gloomy and does not have the vitality that a child should have.

Huang Huotu hurriedly got up when he saw someone coming, but he brought the chair down because of the range of movement.

Bang dang!

The loud sound of the chair hitting the ground startled the little girl, and she quickly hid behind her mother in fear.

Huang Huotu saw it in his eyes, a trace of heartache flashed, he walked over and leaned over to caress the top of the girl's head, tried to squeeze out a smile, and said gently: "Meimei is not afraid, it's just that the stool has fallen." ”

The little girl kept silent and stared at him without much closeness.

The woman sighed softly and said softly, "Meimei, go to the chair in the corridor to do your homework first, and Mom will come to you when she talks to Dad." ”

Meimei walked to the bench diagonally opposite, pasted her homework book on the glass window in the corridor, and knelt on the chair to write slowly.

Huang Huotu was stunned for a moment when he looked at his daughter's thin figure, then turned around and pulled down his face for a long time after entering the house.

"Didn't I say, don't bring Meimei here!" He lowered his voice and grumbled sullenly.

The woman's eyes darkened, and she didn't answer, silently began to pick up the dirty clothes on the simple bed and the table, and sat at the head of the bed and folded them carefully.

The atmosphere was dull for a while, and the woman finally spoke: "Huotu, you haven't been home for a long time. ”

The woman's voice is warm and soft, like milk tea.

Huang Huotu sat at the table and pretended to read the file, his face was blue, and he didn't know who he was angry with.

The woman still said to herself: "Meimei's school wants to interview parents, and I ask for leave every time, which will really not be able to be invited." You're going to go once, right? ”

The yellow fire earth remained silent.

"I'll take these clothes home and wash them, and in two days you can go home and bring some clean clothes."

Huang Huotu turned his head at this time, pondered for a while, and said slowly: "Junyi, I have thought about it, Meimei will follow you in the future." She's more normal with you. ”

Jun Yi's hand folding clothes paused, a trace of resentment gradually crawled out of his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Do you have to force me?" ”

After saying that, he rushed out the door with his dirty clothes.

Huang Huotu covered his face with his hands, propped himself up on the table, and heard the sound of footsteps in the hallway.

……

Taipei City, Xinyi District.

It was late at night, and it was raining lightly, so there were few pedestrians on the road.

A woman with a black umbrella was walking briskly on the road, her ten-centimeter heels swaying her straight buttocks, and the sound of clattering footsteps echoed on the not wide road.

More than ten meters behind her, a man in a black hoodie was also moving forward, he was holding an umbrella, and his face was basically hidden in the shadow of the hood.

It's not professional, if someone has a heart to see it, they will immediately know that this is a tailgator.

The woman didn't notice it, and as soon as she turned to the right, she entered an apartment building.

The follower did not follow, but ducked into the shadows of the opposite alley and looked up at the apartment building where the woman was.

On the right side of the fifth floor, the lights are on.