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Chapter 831 The Color of the Soul

How can the head avoid becoming a burden on the shoulders? First, it must be normal enough.

The gardener's mind was clearly different from that of a normal person. He had carved all sorts of imagined things on the wall behind the wardrobe. He described himself as an unpredictable being who could travel through the dreams of ordinary people. He also said that he had been looking for someone, a witness who could prove that the world had gone mad.

Unfortunately, before he could find the witness, Dr. Gao accused him of being a serial killer.

"You mean... the gardener tattooed these words on his body?"

"Yes, he often talked to himself while he was in custody. What he said was all fabrication and delusions. We saw a professional doctor, and the guy had delirium, a sudden brain dysfunction, which may be caused by drug overdose, metabolic disorders or infection. However, most patients recover within a few hours to a few days, but his condition got worse."

"Yes." Dr. Gao knew about the gardener's condition. In fact, the drug overdose and metabolic disorder were related to him. After all, he had been the gardener's attending physician, and it could be said that he had targeted the gardener's delirium.

He remembered his treatment plan for the gardener, but he couldn't remember why he chose that treatment plan in the first place. In his memory, he had never heard the gardener mention any imagined scenarios.

Some doubts arose in my mind, and the swelling in my heart became more and more obvious.

Could it be that?
At the time, I didn't think the gardener was crazy. I didn't think what he described was just his imagination.
But if I didn't think the gardener was crazy back then, why do I think he's abnormal now? These things on the wall are obviously figments of his imagination; any normal person could see that.

Was I not normal back then?
The gardener's reaction to me was quite peculiar; he seemed to want to bite me to death. He kept saying that I had forgotten, and that he was about to forget as well. What exactly had I forgotten?
Have I forgotten why this treatment plan was chosen for him?
No, no, it should be that we forgot something more important.

My gaze lingered on the wall, where the dense text seemed like poisonous insects trying to burrow into Dr. Gao's mind.

"May I see the gardener's previous diary?" In Dr. Gao's memory, the gardener did not seem to have the habit of writing a diary, but he himself had the habit of writing a diary all along.

"I'm afraid that won't work. I need to consult my superiors." The officer ran outside and bumped into a male police officer wearing a burgundy trench coat with his hands wrapped in bandages.

"Officer Xue? What brings you here?" The officer immediately stood up straight, even his breathing became very careful.

“I’ve been listening outside for ages.” Officer Xue pushed the officers who were still on duty aside and stared intently at Dr. Gao: “Were you the first to discover that the gardener was a serial killer?”

"kindness."

"Let's go and talk."

Officer Xue walked out on his own. Seeing that Dr. Gao hadn't moved, the officer next to him urged, "Hurry up and go over there. Officer Xue has a terrible temper and likes to hit people. If it weren't for the fact that his case-solving rate is consistently among the top three in the Shanghai Police Bureau, he would have been demoted long ago."

"Blood?" Dr. Gao silently walked out of the building and found Officer Xue patting Old Ma's head.

"Is this your horse?" Officer Xue squatted down, pried open the old horse's mouth, and examined its teeth. "You've taken good care of it. What do you usually feed it?"

"If you don't have anything else urgent, I'd like to go back to the crime scene."

"Don't rush." ​​Officer Xue took out his phone, which was full of news about the most vicious and perverted serial killers being sentenced to death, accompanied by various pictures. Among them was a photo of Dr. Gao tying Old Ma to the courthouse entrance and then going inside to testify against the gardener: "Take a look at this?" "What's there to see?"

Enlarging the photo with two fingers, Officer Xue pointed to the spot where the old horse was lying: "Horses should eat grass, but you fed him oats and fruit instead."

Dr. Gao had long forgotten this detail; he didn't understand what Officer Xue was trying to do.

"The food you feed the old horse is food that both humans and horses can eat. You know very well that the old horse is a human, not a horse. You are only doing this for your own benefit, turning the old horse into a horse."

"What's the difference?"

"The difference is that Lao Ma can become anything he wants to be, that's his freedom, but if you make him become something, then you're violating his most basic human rights. More seriously, you're defiling his spiritual world and damaging his soul." Officer Xue, his hand wrapped in bandages, took out handcuffs from under his trench coat: "According to the latest regulations of the Human Rights Commission and the Ethics Oversight Group, once verified, you will face up to five years in prison."

"But I am a horse." The old horse rambled on about his story with Dr. Gao, and finally spat all over Officer Xue to express his dissatisfaction.

Standing up nonchalantly, Officer Xue walked up to Dr. Gao: "It seems you haven't abused your rights as a doctor, haven't induced Lao Ma to become Lao Ma, and probably haven't induced the gardener to become the gardener either."

The next sentence was what Officer Xue really wanted to say: he suspected Dr. Gao and worried that there was an even more terrifying murderer behind the gardener.

“In the process of treating the gardener, I did discover a lot of problems. His mental world is completely different from ours. He does not have the concepts of good and evil, order and society that humans should have. He has created a dark and absurd place. It was at this time that I realized that he treated every flower as a person.”

“You don’t need to explain anything. If I want to know something, I’ll look it up myself.” Officer Xue’s eyes were sharp. He lit a cigarette in front of Gao Ming: “I’ve read the gardener’s diary. There’s a very interesting sentence in it. He said that the world has gone mad and that to escape, you have to find someone.”

"Who?"

"Bu Cunzai, a top-level physician at the First Rehabilitation Hospital and an instructor in the Moral Supervision Group." Officer Xue had been observing Dr. Gao's reaction. Seeing Dr. Gao's surprise, he exhaled a puff of smoke and continued, "Assuming the diary wasn't forged by someone else, then Bu Cunzai, the instructor in the Moral Supervision Group, is very likely an accomplice of the Gardener. The death penalty they previously proposed was too cruel and was resisted by the public and the Human Rights Committee. It wasn't until the Gardener appeared that the public began to overwhelmingly support the death penalty."

Dr. Gao remained silent; he didn't want to get involved in these matters.

“I’m not at all surprised that the ethics watchdog group would do something like this. Their moral standards have always been very low, representing the bottom line of humanity.”

"Why are you telling me all this?" Dr. Gao did want to take a look at the gardener's diary, but not because he was curious about what was in it. Rather, he felt that the gardener didn't have the habit of keeping a diary, and that the diary entries were likely forged by someone else.

"I'd like to ask you for a favor: as the sole witness in the Gardener's serial murder case, join the ethics watchdog group to investigate Dr. Bu Cun." Officer Xue said with a smile, but Dr. Gao didn't sense any genuine mirth in him.

"not interested."

“Your current situation is very dangerous. Many people feel that you have discovered their secrets and are worried that they will become the next gardener to be executed. All the patients you have treated in the past may become your murderers. Cooperating with me is your only way out.” Officer Xue did not stop Dr. Gao. He took another puff of his cigarette and waited until Dr. Gao had walked a few meters away before slowly saying, “I forgot to tell you, I can see the color of souls. You and the gardener are the same color.”

(End of this chapter)