Everything around disappeared again.

...

"Doctor Zhang" also returned to the space covered with blood again... he was still holding the knife in his hand, and in front of him, the thin man struggled again and got up from the pool of blood.

"Hehe~ have you... finally... remembered?"

He said in his throat that because his lungs were pierced through countless holes, he was unable to breathe when speaking.

"What's going on..." Dr. Zhang asked. At this moment, he was immersed in the memory of his just revival, and the hatred for the man opposite had already disappeared.

"You already know, right... you killed a woman, then pretended to be a mentally ill patient to escape responsibility. And in the long world after that, you gradually couldn't stand your true inner world, so your subconscious mind sealed the memory that made you painful and turned into a real... "mental ill patient". Hehe, it's so funny that you have to deceive yourself in a hypocritical way..." the man responded.

Dr. Zhang looked at his blood-stained hands again...

"Bang..." The sharp knife in his hand fell into the blood. He cried and squatted down, rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands, and then inserted it into his hair, pulling it out desperately, letting the blood stains spread all over his head.

"I killed her...wuwu...I killed her!!!"

He wailed in his throat, a feeling of confusion and sadness emanated from his voice.

The man standing aside seemed very surprised to see him like this. "Hey? Why are you crying?" he asked.

"Doctor Zhang" was stunned for a moment... He raised his head and looked at the other person blankly. The blood and tears mixed together made his face look muddy. When he looked at the other person with an inexplicable expression, he didn't know how to answer this question for a moment.

"I...I killed someone..." Dr. Zhang controlled his emotions, and then responded to the other party by chance.

Unexpectedly, the other party's words once again made him wonder what expression he should have, and even the sadness and self-blame that had just condensed disappeared a lot.

"Just killing someone... are you just crying because of killing someone? And you just killed one! Are you a child?" The man said, and there was a slight disgust in his tone.

"Doctor Zhang" was stunned, with a faint tear mark on the corner of his eyes, but the sadness in his eyes was completely covered by shock... "What are you... what are you talking about?" He couldn't help but roar, because what the other party said was beyond his understanding.

"It's hypocritical. Everyone is hypocritical. There is no exception. People know that they can't change everything, but they can't let go. So they can only live in the utopia built by their hearts while silently enduring it, and handing their body to reality, but the soul wanders between fantasy and happiness... This is the prototype of hypocrisy, and you can actually deceive yourself to the point where you can't tell the truth from the illusion. To be honest, I admire you very much." The man said at a slightly faster speed: "But your killing method is really bad, and you are impulsive. In fact, as long as you endure it again, you have to endure it.

After a year or two, I have made some illusion of love for each other, and then found something that you absolutely do not want her to die as an opportunity. Just do it casually and make an accident look like an accident. I was drunk on my wedding anniversary and was electrocuted during a bath, fell from the building and died. The worst thing is, you can do some tricks on the passenger seat belt and make a traffic accident on a snowy day. If you are lucky, you can get an insurance. The money is enough for you to change a woman every week in the rest of your life. So you are really...oh...so unreliable."

The man said wailly, and at this time Dr. Zhang was really stunned. He looked at the other person with a look of madman. Then, he actually saw the appreciation of "I look forward to you" and the worry of "I hate you" in the other person's expression.

"But...but, you have used such a lot of effort to expose me and bring me to justice?" Dr. Zhang asked again tremblingly, but he still couldn't believe the other party's words... This lunatic actually said that he admired him very much, and after that, he seemed to be...teaching himself how to kill people?

"Expose it? Come on~ Who has the time to expose you, a third-rate murderer, who is not considered a third-rate murderer? I just found an interesting "abnormal item" and used you for an experiment!" The man glared at the dead fish's eyes and said weakly.

"Ah? What is an abnormal item?" Dr. Zhang was completely confused. He felt that this should be the most absurd dream he had in his life.

The man opposite sighed, acting a little impatient, but replied: "Uh... the abnormal items are those pairs of chairs, a total of two, which can allow one person to enter the world of consciousness of another. It seems that it was made more than a century ago with a very strange process... It's like it is used to treat mental illness... Actually, I think it can be used for interrogation, no matter it."

Dr. Zhang opened his mouth wide. He seemed to understand the other person's words, but he didn't seem to understand. So he just said nothing and looked at the other person stupidly.

The thin man waved his hand: "Okay, you don't understand if you say too much, but you should have recalled all your own stories, so go and open that door..."

After saying that, he curled his lips and signaled the other party to look in that direction.

"Doctor Zhang" looked over and saw a door of the ward slowly appearing, becoming clearer and clearer. On the door, it was covered with interlaced iron chains, tangled and intertwined, and gathered on a huge password lock.

"What is this? Dr. Zhang asked calmly. At this moment, he felt that no matter how bizarre the scene was, he could accept it.

"This is the lock in your heart. Only you can open it." The man next to him also replied quietly.

After hearing this, Dr. Zhang calmed down, then hesitated for a few seconds, and let out a long breath.

It seems to be much easier.

This tone was mixed with the deepest fear and deception in his heart, and he held it in his throat for more than ten years.

He walked towards the door... and came to the front of the huge lock. The front of the lock was a three-digit wheel password.

Dr. Zhang looked at the password lock and looked at his hospital gown again, and his eyes stayed on the "202" on his chest.

Immediately afterwards, he reached out and dialed the number to 202 on the turntable.

This is his patient number.

He recalled it and admitted it, and naturally understood why he became a mentally ill person...

The number of this hospital gown is the deepest lock in his heart and the beginning of another path in his life...

And the other end of the lock is his story.

...

There was a "click" sound.

The lock was opened, and the chains fell down like old spider webs.

The door... has also opened...

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...

Chen Xiao opened his eyes.

The first second I saw the wall. The red bricks of alopecia areata were piled up crookedly, and the bottom was covered with moss. The rotten atmosphere of wood rushed into his nose, making him shrugged his nose.

He knew that he had woken up and got out of the dream of dreams of dreams of dreams of dreams...

He followed the consciousness of "Doctor Zhang" and tempted him to untie the mysteries in his dreams again and again, and through layers of shackles.

It was still the unreal trance feeling~ but because he had experienced it too many times, he had already adapted to this feeling.

Next, he turned his head and looked at his right side. There was a man sitting there, wearing a hospital gown. With Chen Xiao's observation ability, he could clearly see the patient number on his chest.

"Patient No. 202"... is also the "Doctor Zhang" in the dream.

At this moment, he was still closing his eyes tightly, as if he was asleep.

Chen Xiao lowered his head again. In fact, he knew that he must still be sitting on the chair with a strange shape... Although he didn't know how it works, he knew that this chair was the way to connect the gaps in the dream.

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In fact, xx City Mental Hospital has been around for some time. As early as the beginning of the last century, it was the first psychiatric hospital to be established.

After more than a century of changes in the times, this mental hospital has undergone countless renovations, and what is presented to us is what it is now, and its earliest appearance has long been forgotten in the corner of history.

A few days ago, the water pipe under a men's toilet in this hospital suddenly burst. Although the hospital quickly arranged emergency repairs, the toilet floor collapsed due to various reasons such as the location water pressure.

It is this small episode that made a room that had been covered with dust for more than a century reappear in front of people's eyes.

And what is placed in this room is the two chairs with strange shapes.

Seeing this, you should know without thinking about it. These two chairs are the "abnormal items" referred to in this mission.

After our hardworking and capable Comrade Xiaoxiao came to this mental hospital, it took less than 20 minutes, and 15 minutes were still on the road, confirming that these two chairs were the goal of this mission.

Nonsense, at this point in time, such a huge pit that suddenly collapsed, such a small room that had been buried for a hundred years, and two chairs with such a unique shape. I can also see that there is something wrong with this chair!

In fact, if other field team members come to perform this task, they should ask a few people to carry it away directly. Although the task report will be a bit ugly, at least there is no danger.

But Chen Xiao is different. He can't count the words if he doesn't want to die... Oh, no, right? He is serious and cautious in his work attitude. He is going to try out what the "abnormalities" of these two chairs are.

Therefore, Chen Xiao relied on the extremely authoritative document issued to him by the foundation, and asked the hospital to find a patient and sat on these two chairs.

In fact, the hospital did not understand why this ugly person had such strange requests, but since the other party spoke, there was nothing he could do. After all, the authority of the document was so high that it was so high that he simply did as he said, just cooperate and sit in the chair for a while, it was not an excessive requirement.

The unlucky guy selected is "Doctor Zhang".

Next, after the two of them sat on the chair together, Chen Xiao entered each other's consciousness world... Everyone knows what happened next.

As for why Chen Xiao entered the consciousness world of "Doctor Zhang", instead of the opposite form, Chen Xiao has not understood this problem very well. It is probably related to the seat of the chair. One may be the output end and the other is the input end, just like the synapses of the nervous system.

Also, why is the key point between each dream a string of numbers? This may be because the technology of "spiritual intervention" is not yet mature, and the most basic numbers can only be used to connect each other. For example, Chinese characters, an item, or even a whole incident, the technology at that time was not yet at the level of completing this operation.

But in general, the "abnormal characteristics" of these two chairs have been cracked by Chen Xiao.

At the same time, it also unravels the heart knot of a mentally ill patient for more than ten years.

"Drink..."

A scream came from my ears.

Chen Xiao didn't have to think about it. It must be the "patient No. 202" who woke up.

So he turned his head and looked in that direction.

I saw the other party looking around in a daze, and finally turned his head to look at him.

He shook his head slightly to make himself clearer. Then he looked at Chen Xiao up and down, and hesitated for a long time...

"Is this... real?"

He asked blankly.

Chen Xiao looked away at the other party, lowered his head and unbuttoned the belt around his waist, and stood up.

"Real? Haha, I didn't expect that the guy who has experienced this kind of thing would care about what is real." Chen Xiao responded and twisted his stiff neck.

"Patient No. 202" was silent. He lowered his head and didn't know where he looked. After a long time, he slowly raised his head... Looking at the other party, he gave a meaningful smile: "Yes, is it true, what's the matter?"
To be continued...