Strange game designer.

Chapter 827 Drinked a lot of brain juice
On the autopsy avenue, in the community where someone was strangled, residents were divided into different floors according to the color of their tongues.

Thanks to his father's severe alcohol dependence, his tongue has turned blackish-purple due to pigmentation caused by the accumulation of alcohol metabolites and damage to the oral mucosa.

Only then could the whole family move into the safest floor in the community—the first floor. Jumping from there would minimize the chance of injury; the only possibility would be being crushed to death.

He tied up his uncle, who was fighting with himself, placed a half-watered-down wine bottle at the door of his father's bedroom, prepared his grandfather's newly collected unsolved mysteries of the world, and put his mother in the bathroom, a place suitable for mushroom growth. After doing all this, Dr. Gao picked up his backpack.

"I'm going to work."

As he opened the door, all sorts of strange and unusual smells rushed into his nostrils. He had never been used to them, but his family said they were the smells of life.

Avoiding the bloodstains in the corridor, Dr. Gao unlocked the chains on the railing and mounted the old horse.

Old Ma is a spirited horse, 23 years old this year. He has undergone professional training, has a large frame, and is not comfortable to ride, but he is very fast.

"Congratulations, you're getting more and more used to running on all fours."

"It's all thanks to your treatment. I didn't know I was actually a horse before, and life was so painful. Now I can only restrain myself with the morality of a horse, and all my symptoms have disappeared." The leather rope cut into his muscles, but the old horse didn't feel any pain and ran with great effort.

"Dr. Gao, should we go to the hospital?"

"No, I'm going to court today. I want to be a witness and identify the most cruel and perverted serial killer in Shanghai!" Dr. Gao's expression was serious. Old Ma seemed to be frightened as well, and dared not ask any more questions. He got on all fours and ran away.

Sunlight shone on the Autopsy Avenue, where Dr. Gao, riding a naked man, patiently and gently greeted the nearby shopkeepers.

Explosions rang out intermittently, but people seemed to take it all in stride. On both sides of the road, many people stood like sleeping sardines, their eyes vacant, seemingly oblivious to life or death. Their bodies swayed, their heads bobbing as they mechanically repeated certain behaviors.

"Luckily I met Dr. Gao, otherwise I probably would have ended up like them, repeating meaningless things every day."

In this city, the vast majority of citizens live like this, in a daze. What Lao Ma doesn't know is that Dr. Gao used to be just like those people, but things changed later.

Half an hour later, Lao Ma took Gao Ming to the court. His palms were worn raw, but he didn't cry out in pain. He felt that this hardship and danger were unavoidable and that he would get better once calluses formed.

Taking out oatmeal and fruit from his bag, Dr. Gao collapsed in front of Old Ma and strode toward the courthouse.

The watch on my wrist has long since stopped. In this city, every watch probably tells a different time, so looking at the sun is more accurate.

A flurry of flashing lights illuminated the moment Dr. Gao entered the courtroom. In Shanghai’s largest, most serious, and most authoritative court, the trial of Shanghai’s most heinous serial killer would take place.

In fact, this heinous case has long been the focus of attention in the city and a major challenge for the newly established Shanghai judicial authorities. Even judges with decades of experience have rarely seen such a perverted and terrifying criminal. People in the city are in a state of panic, and everyone is waiting for the judicial authorities to give a final result.

"Silence! Silence! Can you all just be quiet for once?!"

"The witnesses have arrived!"

"Reporters, get back behind the yellow line! Get out!"

When words failed to stop them, force was used. Several tall and burly security personnel pushed the reporters back. Some fell and were injured, and some had their equipment damaged, but no one cared. Now everyone's focus was on the psychopathic killer and the only witness.

An hour later, a group of judges, their uniforms askew, crowded around the judge's bench. There were more than a dozen of them, scrambling for the single gavel. They seemed to have fought several times before Gao Ming arrived. In the end, the most burly judge managed to grab the gavel.

"We've been hearing this case all night, and the key witness has finally come forward to identify the murderer. All our hard work has been worthwhile."

"Now! Bring the defendant out! Drag that murderer out!"

The side door of the courtroom opened, and the noisy crowd gradually quieted down, as if they were all frightened by some terrifying atmosphere. Heavy chains dragged on the ground, the person was completely wrapped in a straitjacket, and a black hood covered their head. To prevent this demon from harming anyone, the court had taken every security measure imaginable.

"it's him!"

"I couldn't even see his face, but I could smell his blood from several meters away! That deranged serial killer!"

"I heard he loves to gnaw on people's faces! Crush limbs! And even crush internal organs with his fingers!"

"Yes! He also likes to collect corpses, and even uses them to decorate his home and make gifts for the people around him!"

"He's a monster! Kill him! Execute him!"

The people looked at the murderer with fear in their eyes.

The chains were fastened to the defendant's seat, and security personnel added several more large locks before finally removing the murderer's hood.

Beneath the black cloth was a face of someone around sixty years old, with yellowish-black skin and a somewhat honest appearance.

"Gardener, do you plead guilty!" The judge stared angrily at the murderer; "gardener" seemed to be his nickname.

Silent and still, the gardener seemed to have just woken up. He turned his head and searched for something in the crowd, but no one in the reporters or the jury dared to meet his gaze.

"Still not confessing?"

The forensic investigators immediately stepped forward and began playing a video of the gardener's crimes. On the large screen, the gardener, with huge shears hanging from his waist and a high-speed electric lawnmower in his hand, was cutting down blooming flowers with bloodshot eyes. He trampled on the flowers, frantically swinging the lawnmower. When he got tired, he would pick up the flowers from the ground, crush the stamens with his fingers, and even eat the entire flower, tearing it apart bit by bit with his teeth.

"Too cruel!"

Vomiting sounds echoed in the courtroom. Some people couldn't help but cover their eyes, while others sobbed uncontrollably. The images on the screen were unbearable even for adults, let alone minors.

This is inhuman! How could there be such disgusting monsters in the world?!

"Dehumanizing!"

“Outrageous!”

"Gardener! Do you plead guilty!" the judge roared again. The gardener remained silent, but this time he saw Dr. Gao, slowly turned around, and stared coldly at Dr. Gao.

"Still not admitting it? We need the only witness! The gardener's attending physician!"

The media's cameras quickly focused on Dr. Gao, who stood expressionless amidst the angry crowd, taking out prepared materials from his bag.

"The patient, a gardener, firmly believed that each flower was a human face, that they were always smiling at him and seducing him wildly, and that he had even named each flower."

In his mind, flowers are people.

"He would first use the pretense of helping to get closer to the other person, pour out his heart, and take the opportunity to have sex with her. Then he would try his best to destroy the evidence."

"The number of the dead is too large to count. During the treatment process, I only obtained the names and personalities of thirty-nine of the flowers, as well as the murder motive fabricated by the defendant."

(End of this chapter)