clown game

Chapter 150 Number Eleven
At the beginning of the last century, a dark age.

Wars, plagues, and political changes have turned this world into an extremely absurd dream.Overnight, a wealthy country can become heavily in debt, and a happy family can become fragmented with a bang.

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

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

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

Because before that, mental illness had not been widely understood, so its treatment methods were single, and the curative effect was extremely unsatisfactory. To put it harshly, this field was actually a blank slate.But it is precisely because of this that countless strange treatment methods have appeared one after another.

There is no lack of well-known "lobotomy surgery" among them, and what's more, there are countless treatment directions that are not recorded in history.

For example, there is a group of people who envisage entering the patient's conscious world through means similar to "psychology", so as to fundamentally treat the symptoms of mental patients.

However, because this research does not conform to the "science" recognized by the world at all, it was rejected by people in the industry at the early stage of the idea, so that it disappeared in the bud before it was released to the public.

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

So it can be said that in the basement or some dark corners of some large mental hospitals, the research on this "spiritual intervention" treatment method is still being carried out secretly.

Back to the story.

Dr. Zhang looked at the knife covered with blood, and was frightened by the scene in front of him for a moment, he couldn't help but took a step back.

"Boom"

He seems to have hit something.

So he turned his head and looked behind him. There was a small table, and on the table, there was a diary with a cover made of thick paper. There was a small lock between the front and back covers. There are three "disc-shaped" rollers on the head, and ten numbers from 1 to 0 are engraved on the rollers. This kind of lock can only be opened by aligning all three rollers with the corresponding numbers.

Doctor Zhang picked up the diary with trembling hands.

His breathing became extremely flustered, and a voice roared in his mind, warning himself not to open this diary.

But Dr. Zhang ignored that voice, he felt that he should have forgotten something, and those things he had forgotten were in this diary.
So he turned the locked roller.

"3" "8" "0"

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

With a soft "click", the small lock opened in response.

Doctor Zhang slowly opened the diary
On March 3th, at 8:0 midnight, I proposed to her and it was great that she said yes.

I bought a diary, this is it, I am going to record the beauty of our togetherness.

It was quite embarrassing to say that I would do such a thing, so I specially bought a locked copy to prevent others from flipping through it.

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

Today she asked for a ring. To be honest, it is a bit expensive, but fortunately, I can afford it.After all, she is a girl, and a girl as beautiful as her.Only such a ring can match it well lol

I came back late from get off work today, there is no way, there are always various uncertainties in the job of a doctor!Especially psychiatry.

But it's so hard to die, today is her birthday.I really forgot.

Of course she was pissed and broke the vase I gave her last month.

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

But hey. What a hateful woman.

I'm fed up with this woman who swipes all my credit cards to buy things that don't work, that bag is so expensive, it's just a thin layer of fabric~~ bastard!asshole!asshole!I really want to kill her!

I really want to kill her!

I really want to kill her!

In that day's diary, a whole page was filled with the words "I really want to kill her!".

After reading this, Dr. Zhang's body began to tremble exaggeratedly. He couldn't even hold the diary steadily. What dust-laden memory gradually surfaced.

suddenly!

right behind him.

There were some slight noises.Then came a piercing laugh.

"Hey Hey Hey"

Doctor Zhang turned his head quickly, with a look of horror.

He found that the girl lying in the pool of blood before had disappeared, and now lying in the pool of blood was a thin man.

This man was wearing a purple suit, and he got up from the ground unsteadily, his body was covered with wounds pierced by sharp weapons, and the blood seemed to flow out of the blood holes on his body unstoppably, gradually converging into an incomparably huge The pool of blood then spread to the entire space.

The man raised his head, narrow eyes, thin face, sickly pale skin.There are two shocking scars at the corners of the mouth that run through the entire cheek.

"Hey. Do you remember?" The man looked at Dr. Zhang opposite and said in a sharp voice.

That nameless anger ignited again in Dr. Zhang's heart.

"Bastard~ You are responsible for all this!! Where is this place??? Who are you???" Doctor Zhang shouted angrily, he could hardly restrain the urge to rush up and strangle this guy to death!

But the thin man opposite didn't care. He easily put his hands in his pockets, hunched over, 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 casually: "First of all, you ask where this is. What you ask is this bloody, dirty, narrow-minded place. , a place full of stench?"

He pretended to be elegant and opened his arms, gesturing to the entire blood-stained space: "Hey, hey, I can tell you, this is your inner world."

Doctor Zhang was taken aback for a moment, and then shouted: "What nonsense are you talking about, you mental illness!!!"

He seemed even more angry, and then, he bent down to find the knife that had just fallen by his feet, but his feet were covered with muddy blood, and the knife had been submerged long ago. !
"You said... am I mentally ill?... Um... I do seem to be~" The skinny man pretended to be thinking hard: "But I am not the kind of patient you think, because you messed me up with you Confused. Look down at your clothes. Are you a doctor—or a patient?"

Doctor Zhang heard this and looked down.

I was still standing in a pool of blood, the blood had spread to my calf, and the "white coat" I was wearing just now had become a set of "patient gowns".

"Doctor Zhang" stretched out his hands and looked at his cuffs, jacket, and pants in shock.

"What's going on??" he yelled in panic.

The thin man smiled, and the corners of his disgusting mouth curled up slightly.

"You are indeed a psychiatrist, but that was 13 years ago. That year you had a girlfriend, uh, it should be said that it was your fiancée. I don't want to talk about the emotional experience between you. Anyway, in the end...ha Ah ha ha you killed her!"

He tried his best to suppress his laughter, and said, as if telling another very funny joke.

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

"After you killed her, you dialed the phone number of the mental hospital yourself, because you know that after a mentally ill person kills someone, as long as you do a little bit of manipulation, you can avoid many crimes. And you are a psychiatrist, so pretend It's not difficult to become a patient!" The man in the purple suit still said lightly: "However, pretending to be a mental patient is very tiring, you have to constantly show behaviors that suit your illness, and it can last for a few days. But you have to keep pretending, for a month, a year, until more than ten years, you have been living in such pain. During this long time, your inner world could not bear the torture day and night, and you Forged a layer after layer of walls to hide the memory of your murder in the deepest part. While you are deceiving others, you are also deceiving yourself. Under such circumstances, in the end, even yourself can no longer tell the difference. What's real and what's fake. Like those real psychopaths."

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

The thin man continued: "But speaking of it, your inner line of defense is still really strong. Are those puzzles that hide key memory points automatically generated by your subconscious mind? Are you a professional psychiatrist after all? The first time you see me, you foresee my intentions, so your subconscious mind has such a huge hatred for me that I can't show up in your dreams. It's no wonder that if you are not strong, you will soon It was discovered that you were pretending to be sick. But fortunately, I dug up two images in my memory, and only then did I lure you to the deepest layer of my heart little by little."

"Bastard! I'm going to kill you!!" Dr. Zhang stood up suddenly with a groan. At this moment, he was already holding the knife that he had been looking for for a long time in his hand.Immediately afterwards, he crazily rushed towards the opposite man.

But the man on the opposite side still didn't care, and didn't have the slightest intention to dodge. He watched Dr. Zhang rushing towards him angrily, and laughed wildly for no reason.

In the next second, he was thrown to the ground by the opponent.
"kill you" "kill you" "kill you"

Doctor Zhang yelled frantically, and the sharp knife in his hand pierced into the opponent's body one after another. The force penetrated his body and hit the blood, raising Lao Gao.

But the wild laughter still didn't stop.

"Ha...haha...do you remember?" The skinny man couldn't breathe with a smile: "This feeling of a knife piercing into the flesh is so wonderful... That's how you pierced into that girl's body back then. !"

for a moment...

Doctor Zhang was stunned.

In the deepest part of the memory, a little brilliance suddenly appeared.

He seems to have remembered this feeling!

The knife pierced the skin... cut the muscle... rubbed against the bone and made a scalp-numbing sound.

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

He stabbed the girl he once loved so badly.

"I killed her~?"

"I killed her!"

He looked blankly at his bloody hand, and muttered in an extremely small voice.

suddenly!

The surrounding environment changed in vain, the smell of blood disappeared, the knife disappeared, and the emaciated man also disappeared.

He found himself sitting on a chair with a desk in front of him, and on the opposite side of the desk was a man in a white coat, obviously a doctor.

"Patient 202?"

"Patient No. 202?!!!" Seeing that the other party did not respond, the doctor shouted repeatedly.

Dr. Zhang. Well, in fact, he should not continue to be called Dr. Zhang, because at this moment he is already wearing a blue and white hospital gown.
In short, he hadn't recovered yet, and just stared blankly at the doctor opposite.

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

After more than ten minutes, the doctor reluctantly pushed the medical records aside.

This is a typical schizophrenic patient. Whether it is symptoms or various tests, they are as typical as textbooks.The first attack of the disease was more than ten years ago, and it was a tragedy that he killed his fiancée by mistake.

what a poor patient
"So. Now, can you remember what happened that day?" The doctor asked lightly.

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.

Sure enough, the other party was silent, did not respond, and was still staring blankly ahead, without focus.

The doctor shrugged, then picked up the pen beside the table, ready to write the words "the condition has not changed".

"I killed her"

The doctor's hand froze.

"What did you say?" The doctor seemed unable to believe his ears.

"I killed her," said the patient opposite, that is, "Doctor Zhang", his eyes gradually focused. He lowered his head slowly, and pinched the upper left side of his hospital gown with one hand. part of the chest.

There is a set of numbers representing the patient number clearly printed with black stitching.

"number 202"

(End of this chapter)