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Chapter 830 Mr. Gao Takes His Dream Out of His Stomach
The screams of the woman and the gardener echoed in the execution ground. Media reporters faithfully broadcast the gardener's suffering. The cruel and deranged killer received his due punishment, and the citizens were finally able to rest easy.

The judge and Dr. Bu from the ethics watchdog group began giving interviews, but witness Dr. Gao refused to participate, squatting by the pool and observing the "brain-sharing" device up close.

He felt that becoming a doctor, taking a huge risk to testify against the gardener, and bringing this super-psychopathic killer to justice was all for the sake of witnessing the execution process firsthand, and for the sake of "shared brains."

He had gone to great lengths to accomplish all of this, but he couldn't remember why he cared so much about the "common brain."

"This device can share the world as seen by others into my mind, allowing me to have different perspectives, but also to experience their pain."

"If I keep sharing my brain with different people, won't the world as seen by each of them all accumulate in my brain?"

Why am I thinking about these things?

Under the full coverage of the media, the torture was coming to an end. The expression of the frail woman, who was suffering from severe hallucinations, had eased considerably, as if the pain that originally belonged to her had been shared with the gardener.

In contrast, the most perverted serial killer since the establishment of Shanghai was tortured to the point of near death. The pool seemed to have turned into a sea of ​​needles, and he was riddled with holes while lying in it.

Having memorized the connection points of all the lines, Dr. Gao slowly stood up. Just as he was about to leave, the gardener, whose cries of pain in the pool had become weak, struggled to reach his hand out of the water, wanting to grab Dr. Gao and fall into hell together.

"Even now, do you still think you've only killed flowers?" Dr. Gao looked at the gardener with no pity, only doubt. He didn't know why he was targeting the gardener. He didn't consider himself a very righteous person. Provoking such a perverted killer could potentially put himself and his family in a very dangerous situation.

"Delirium is an unusable ability, you've forgotten that too, you've already forgotten. I'm the only conscious person in this world, and you want to drive me insane and plunge this place into complete chaos."

“Generally speaking, when you feel like you’re the only sane person in the world, it means you’ve gone mad,” Dr. Gao said, standing at the edge of the pool.

“You’re the ones who’re crazy, especially you! In the world of delirium, the one who looks the most normal is the one who’s the most seriously ill. You’ve forgotten everything. You forgot before I did.”

The pain prevented the gardener from continuing his conversation with Dr. Gao. He was pulled out of the pool by security personnel, and the torture was over. From then on, the gardener would experience needle-like pain whenever he touched anything.

If someone is mentally ill, you can't follow their logic too closely, or you'll be led into a mental abyss. But Dr. Gao couldn't help but recall his conversation with the gardener. That vicious murderer actually said that he was the only sane person in the world.

Perhaps, just in case, he really is a sober person?
The gardener was sent to prison, where he would spend the rest of his life behind high walls. But Dr. Gao did not feel the satisfaction of bringing the murderer to justice. It was as if an elephant had been suddenly stuffed into his heart, causing it to swell constantly, and with each beat it felt as if something was about to burst out.

Avoiding the crowd, Dr. Gao walked out of the execution ground alone. He declined all interviews and untied the ropes binding Old Ma.

"Go to the gardener's workplace, the stomach contents community."

Riding his old horse at breakneck speed along the Autopsy Avenue, the number of people on the road had decreased significantly. "Doctor, many strange things have been happening in the city lately, things that are hard to explain scientifically." The old horse pawed at the ground with its hands and feet; it was completely used to running on all fours.

"for example?"

"Many people say that a house in a residential area on the Autopsy Avenue has come to life and eats people every night. Now no one wants to pass by there and everyone chooses to take a detour."

The Shijian Avenue area comprises thirteen residential communities and is one of the safest areas in Shanghai. It has been rated as a model residential community that is most suitable for living for three consecutive weeks.

"Doctor, are you listening to me?"

"How could a house eat people? Stop reading those supernatural novels, they're all made up." Dr. Gao was waiting at a traffic light on his old horse when a flock of sheep in school uniforms, dressed in school uniforms, were being herded out of the school gate. A few of the more independent sheep refused to bleat and, after being whipped a few times by the shepherd, followed behind the flock. Gradually, they too were covered in thick wool, soft enough to protect them from harm, but also concealing their true appearance.

Seeing them, Old Ma raised his head high, feeling proud to the core, for he was a galloping horse.

Around four o'clock in the afternoon, Lao Ma carried Dr. Gao to the Stomach Contents Community. This community was not a high-end community, but a very large one with a large number of residents from all walks of life.

The community has six tower buildings, namely Retention, Digestive Disease, Hematemesis, Melena, Gastric Bezoar, and Ulcer. The gardener lives in the 7th unit from the left on the 14th floor of the Digestive Disease building.

Tearing through the crooked isolation tape, Dr. Gao was stopped by the police officers guarding the crime scene. To reduce the potential risk of clothing fibers detaching and contaminating the crime scene, he was required to wear a disposable protective suit and a particulate air filter.

After being completely covered up, Dr. Gao entered the room rented by the gardener, accompanied by police officers.

“I have never seen such a heinous criminal, nor such a horrific crime scene.” The officer knew that Dr. Gao was the only witness, which is why he talked to him a little more: “All the areas in the house circled in white were where violent crimes had occurred, and the red-lined areas are where we found the victim’s remains.”

Looking at the room, which was almost completely divided by white and red lines, Dr. Gao also felt that the gardener was cruel and not like a human being.

Pushing open the bedroom door, the only bed in the rented room had been dismantled, with the bed frame placed against the wall. The space under the bed was filled with rotten and broken flower petals of all kinds. The pile of dismembered limbs made it very difficult for the police to count the number of victims.

"The killer particularly liked to sleep on piles of corpses. He was keen on collecting all kinds of corpses, as if this would allow him to get a good night's sleep and no longer be troubled by nightmares."

"What did you just say?" Dr. Gao interrupted the police officer, turning to look at his face. "How do you know the gardener has been plagued by nightmares?"

“He wrote it himself.” The officer struggled to move the large wardrobe in the bedroom, revealing walls covered in writing. It seemed the gardener was using this method to remind himself not to forget: “We found many diaries in his house, all filled with descriptions of nightmares, things like ghosts, blood, and dreams. He not only carved on the walls but also tattooed them on his body. It’s really disgusting.”

(End of this chapter)