Strange game designer.

Chapter 832 Then who am I?

Upon hearing Officer Xue's words, Dr. Gao stopped, turned around, took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket, poured out a few pills, and handed them to Officer Xue.

Do you think I'm sick too?

“Don’t worry about it.” Gao Ming stuffed the medicine into Officer Xue’s bandaged hand: “If everyone has to have their own beliefs to live, then I am the most steadfast believer in science.”

Having said that, Gao Ming rode his old horse and prepared to go home.

He didn't go to the hospital today; he was just too tired.

"Dr. Gao, do horses have souls?"

"If humans have souls, then horses must have souls too."

"Then tell me, does my soul look like a human or a horse?"

"It should be the kind of person you strive to become."

Before it even got dark, all the streetlights on both sides of the Autopsy Avenue were already on. The crowd of people standing like sardines had thinned out a bit. No one cared where they had gone or what they had gone through. In any case, there would be even more sardines swaying on the streets the next day, repeating the scene of the previous day.

Back in the neighborhood where he was strangled, Dr. Gao poured all the food from his bag in front of Old Ma: "Call me if you get cold. My living room is big enough for a horse to rest in."

Upon opening the door, Dr. Gao heard arguing even before entering the room. His grandfather was banging on the bedroom door, angrily accusing Dr. Gao's father of drinking all day and doing nothing else.

The uncle tried to dissuade him, but to no avail. When he saw Dr. Gao return, he was as if he had seen a savior and waved to him repeatedly: "Nephew, come and talk to your grandfather. I don't know what's wrong with him today. He's like he's taken gunpowder and is very angry!"

Before he could finish speaking, his uncle was kicked to the ground by his grandfather: "You're a useless piece of trash too! How could I have given birth to such a good-for-nothing!"

"Yes, yes, yes, your son is useless. You can hit me if you want, but don't get angry." The uncle had a good temper and wasn't annoyed. He rubbed his stomach as he got up and frantically winked at Dr. Gao.

After closing the door, Dr. Gao took off his coat, carefully placed the room key on his person, and then went over: "Grandpa, did Dad make you angry again?"

Even the grandfather, who usually dotes on Dr. Gao, didn't give him a kind look this time, his eyes filled with anger: "How could you do something so dangerous?!"

"what's up?"

"It's on TV!" Grandpa's face was wrinkled and his silver hair stood on end.

"Nephew, you're on TV? Let your uncle see you, so I can share in the glory too."

"Get lost!" Grandpa kicked his younger brother aside again: "You publicly accused a serial killer, your voice wasn't altered, your face wasn't covered, and you were on TV like that. Now everyone has seen you!"

"So what if they see it? It's nothing to be proud of," the uncle said, half-lying on the ground, without getting up.

"Shut up! It's because you adults are useless that you let the kids do such dangerous things! I'm so angry! I'll beat you all to death!" Grandpa kicked his younger brother several times, but still couldn't calm down: "Xinhu may seem calm on the surface, but there are all sorts of shady characters like the gardener hiding in the shadows! You've put yourself out in the open, you've stood up and exposed their cruelty, they will definitely retaliate against you!"

Ignoring his grandfather and not going to save his uncle, Dr. Gao turned on the TV in the house.

"Encyclopedia Unveiled! Seventeen Uses of the Gut – Which Ones Did You Know?" "A Home Run in Preschool Education! Gathering Elite Teachers in the Industry, Igniting Learning Passion with Professionalism, and Letting Knowledge Take Root and Grow Through Interaction!"

"Lonely at midnight! Looking for human dinner! Lonely at midnight! Remember! Look for human dinner!!!"

"The city's vicious series of murders has been solved, and the killer, a gardener, has been executed!"

After switching channels a few times, Dr. Gao found the show he wanted to watch. The news reporters praised him highly for encouraging his act of pointing out criminals and for his courage.

Seemingly because she heard her son being praised so enthusiastically, or perhaps because the TV was too loud, the mother peeked out from the bathroom, tilted her head, and looked at everyone with a puzzled expression. When she saw Dr. Gao, a faint smile appeared on her face, as if she felt very gratified that her child had grown into a very healthy mushroom.

"Do you realize how serious the problem is?" Grandpa turned down the TV volume, as if worried that the neighbors would hear. "If it really comes down to it, go outside and avoid going to work for a while. We still have enough money at home to last for a bit."

"Hmm." Dr. Gao read the reports about the gardener several times, but couldn't find the one he wanted to read. He felt his heart pounding. "I'll go back to my room and rest first."

"Don't overthink it, don't be upset about what has already happened." Grandpa didn't say anything more, picked up the diluted liquor in front of Dr. Gao's father's bedroom door, and drank it himself.

"Dad, please drink less. How about I keep you company?"

“Starting tomorrow, you’ll go out to work too, taking your two good-for-nothing brothers with you!”

"Huh? Second brother said he's writing poetry and doesn't want to go, and eldest brother is busy researching nuclear weapons and doesn't have time." Before the younger uncle could finish speaking, he was hit by his grandfather's slipper: "Dad! They don't want to go, please don't hit me! Please don't just hit me!"

As soon as the bedroom door closed, Dr. Gao felt instantly at peace. This room was his own, and no one was allowed to enter without his permission.

Dr. Gao didn't know why there was this rule in the family; it seemed to be something he had set in the past.

After checking the strands of hair tied up in inconspicuous places, as well as the arrangement of books and papers, and confirming that there were no problems, Dr. Gao sat down in the chair.

The small bedroom he lived in was partitioned off separately, with no windows and walls on all four sides. It felt rather oppressive, like a heart that was about to rot inside his chest, struggling to beat each time.

Dr. Gao took out a long bunch of keys, found one of them, and opened the locked drawer. Inside were a large number of manuscripts, including a gardener's handwritten self-report of his illness and various receipts.

That's not the key point. The key point is that below the receipt is Dr. Gao's copy of the gardener's manuscript. After a lot of practice, his handwriting is almost indistinguishable from the gardener's.

Pressing the lighter, Gao Ming burned everything, collecting the ashes and soaking them in water.

“I am certain that the gardener did not keep a diary, and I had been imitating his handwriting, so it is possible that the diary he left behind was forged by me.”

"Xue Se said that the diary mentioned Dr. Bu Cunzai. Could it be that I want to induce everyone to investigate Bu Cunzai?"

This was the only possibility Dr. Gao could think of. He didn't have a deep impression of Bu, only remembering that he had seen him before and had even wanted to visit the torture equipment, but was refused.

"Because of the refusal to visit, they framed the doctor? No, it must be for other reasons, such as that brain-splitting torture device."

Dr. Gao found himself particularly concerned about the brain. He took out another key and opened another drawer, which contained a large quantity of neuroleptic drugs and analgesics and sedatives, all of which were absolutely forbidden from being taken out of the pharmacy.

(End of this chapter)