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Chapter 187 Can't Take It Away

"Because you died." Wu Xiaoting's voice began to tremble. "You died...you were stabbed, and then the car fell off the bridge into the river...they couldn't find your body...Lu Wenying told Xiaoyuan..."

""

She spoke faster and faster, her lips trembling uncontrollably.

"Then Cheng Ren went crazy, he tried to grab me...we just kept running, and then the sky turned red...my head was...my head..."

'

She reached up and touched her neck, but stopped when her fingers touched the stitches.

"My head was ripped off."

When she said those words, Wu Xiaoting's tone was slightly numb, and her eyes twitched slightly, as if she could still feel the helplessness and despair she felt at that time.

The nurse standing at the door seemed to want to go forward, but Shen Xing slightly raised his hand to signal her, and she hesitated for a moment before stopping.

Shen Xing did not interrupt Wu Xiaoting.

He simply sat quietly in the chair, looking at the girl in front of him.

The girl in front of me was indeed spouting nonsense, and she made it all up with such conviction...

"Brother Shen Xing..." Wu Xiaoting's voice became very soft, "You really... don't remember anything?"

"What do you think I should remember?" Shen Xing did not answer directly.

"You should remember how you died." Wu Xiaoting's eyes brightened again. "Sister Lu Wenying said that your cause of death is very strange. As long as we find out the cause of your death or disappearance, we can find out who is behind it."

'

Shen Xing's expression remained largely unchanged, but his fingers paused briefly on his knee.

Because he is still alive and well.

"And Wang Xinran, your girlfriend... she once controlled everyone on an entire street!"

Wu Xiaoting continued, "She has white worms on her head... Sister Wenyin said she can control people through these worms... I can break her control over others... Oh, right! You should be under her control now, right?!"

As Wu Xiaoting spoke, she stood up directly from her chair, braced her left hand on the table, and reached out with her right hand to touch Shen Xing's head. The chair was pushed back with a "bang".

Then, her slightly cool little hand rested on Shen Xing's forehead.

Shen Xing did not dodge, but simply looked at the other party calmly.

If this girl is fabricating a fantasy, then what she's fabricating is far too concrete.

The delusions of schizophrenic patients usually have a core theme, revolving around themselves. They would not randomly imagine a stranger's girlfriend, or any specific special abilities or things she has done.

"Hey hey hey!" The nurse standing at the door saw Wu Xiaoting's actions and was so frightened that she quickly stepped forward to pull Wu Xiaoting away, but Shen Xing just waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

He also noticed the expectant look on Wu Xiaoting's face at that moment.

She seemed to believe that she had "broken free" herself from Wang Xinran's control.

"Did you remember anything?" Wu Xiaoting asked.

"No." Shen Xing shook his head.

Wu Xiaoting's expression quickly shifted from anticipation to disappointment.

He looked at Wu Xiaoting and asked, "Did you ask Shen Yuan on the phone if she remembered the red sky?"

"You remember too?"

"I don't remember," Shen Xing shook his head, "but I want to know, what is a red sky?"

"That day was the restart... Around 5 PM... the sky turned red, and many people's heads flew into the air, including mine..."

'

She touched her neck again.

"And then everyone forgot."

"It's like waking up from a dream, and only I remember... I don't know why... Maybe it's because I've always been dreaming? I don't know..."

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As she said this, her eyes suddenly reddened.

It's like someone who has been constantly rejected by the whole world, suddenly unable to hold on any longer at some point.

"I told my mom, and she thought I was having a relapse. I told the doctor, and the doctor said I was delusional."

Wu Xiaoting wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her hospital gown, but she forced herself to keep her voice steady.

"I'm the only one who remembers those things are real... even this on my neck..."

'

She reached out and pulled down the collar of her hospital gown a bit.

Shen Xing finally saw the full picture of the suture line.

The black surgical sutures started behind the left ear, circled most of the front of the neck, and extended to above the right collarbone.

Shen Xing's gaze lingered on the suture line for two seconds.

He had seen far too many stitched wounds; as a forensic pathologist, every body he handled required stitching after the autopsy.

The direction, depth, and spacing of the sutures in front of me do not resemble the wounds that could be caused by self-harm.

Self-harmers typically concentrate their cuts on the wrist or inner forearm; even in rare cases of neck slashing, the cuts are horizontal.

But the suture wasn't horizontal; it was circular, almost wrapping around the neck.

Ring-shaped.

It's like something that once completely separated its head from its body and then reattached it.

"Does it hurt?" Shen Xing asked.

Wu Xiaoting shook her head, then nodded.

"It doesn't hurt much anymore...it just gets itchy sometimes, especially at night." She loosened her collar, and the stitches were once again covered by her hospital gown.

Shen Xing did not press the matter of the sutures further.

He started asking questions from another angle.

"You said you saw the sky turn red. Was that in a dream or in reality?"

"Reality," Wu Xiaoting replied decisively. "But the nurse said I was at home all afternoon... My mom also said I was at home... Only I know that I was outside at the time."

"You said you ran away with Shen Yuan, but where exactly did you run away?"

"Along the riverbank...on the national highway, someone stopped us..."

""

"What did the person who stopped you look like?"

"Two very thin men... I fell asleep as soon as I saw them, and later woke up in the hallway. Shen Yuan dragged me inside..."

'

Shen Xing asked one question after another, speaking slowly but with almost no pause between each question.

Wu Xiaoting's reply was equally quick.

It was too fast; there was none of the shifty eyes or inconsistencies that are common when fabricating stories.

She wasn't recalling a fabricated story, but rather something that actually happened.

About five minutes later, Shen Xing finished asking all the questions he wanted to ask.

He leaned back slightly in his chair and remained silent for a while.

Wu Xiaoting kept her eyes fixed on his expression, trying to read any reaction from his calm face.

But you couldn't read anything from Shen Xing's face.

"Can you take me with you?"

Wu Xiaoting finally couldn't hold back and said those words.

The moment she spoke, her voice was softer than ever before.

"I don't want to stay here anymore..." She lowered her head, her hands gripping the hem of her hospital gown, her knuckles turning slightly white. "I know you might think I'm talking nonsense... but I'm really not crazy."

Wu Xiaoting spoke one sentence after another, as if she had thought about this conversation countless times in her mind.

"You may not believe what I said about the red sky... but take me for a checkup, get an X-ray, look at my neck. You're a forensic doctor... you can tell if this wound is self-inflicted."

She looked up at Shen Xing.

Please.

The meeting room was silent for a few seconds.

"I can't take you with me today."

Shen Xing shook his head and spoke.

Wu Xiaoting's body visibly stiffened.