Joker Game (Fei Gua) Chapter 157: Number 11


At the beginning of the last century, a dark age.

Wars, plagues, and political changes have turned this world into an extremely absurd dream. Overnight, a wealthy country can become heavily in debt, and a happy family can become fragmented with a bang.

And that was also the era when mental illness was most prevalent.

Countless people couldn't bear the sudden changes in their lives, the huge gap between the rich and the poor, or the stimulation of life and death, which led to the collapse of their own conscious world. Schizophrenia, mania, post-war trauma, major depression.

But at the same time, it was also the era when the treatment of mental illness was developing most rapidly.

Because before that, mental illness had not been widely understood, so its treatment methods were single, and the curative effect was extremely unsatisfactory. To put it harshly, this field is actually a blank slate. But it is precisely because of this that countless strange treatment methods have appeared one after another.

There is no lack of well-known "lobotomy" among them, and what's more, there are countless treatment directions that are not recorded in history.

For example, there is a group of people who imagine that they can enter the patient's conscious world through means similar to "psychology", so as to fundamentally treat the symptoms of mental patients.

But because this research does not conform to the "science" recognized by the world at all, it was rejected by people in the industry at the early stage of the idea, so that it disappeared in the bud before it was released to the public. middle.

However, in the pursuit of success, there are always a group of people who are unwilling to accept the ideas of the world. They always carry the theory they believe in their hearts and walk on the road that runs counter to the world.

So it can be said that in the basement or some dark corners of some large mental hospitals, research on this "spiritual intervention" treatment method is still being carried out secretly.

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Back to the story.

Looking at the **** knife, Dr. Zhang was frightened by the scene in front of him for a moment, and he took a step back involuntarily.

"Boom"

He seems to have hit something.

So he turned his head and looked behind him... There was a small table, and on the table, there was a diary with a cover made of thick paper, with a gap between the front and back covers. Lock the small lock head. There are three "disc-type" rollers on the lock head. Ten numbers from 1 to 0 are engraved on the rollers. This kind of lock can only be opened by aligning all three rollers with the corresponding numbers.

Doctor Zhang picked up the diary with trembling hands.

His breathing became extremely flustered, and a voice roared in his mind, warning himself not to open this diary.

But Dr. Zhang ignored the voice, he felt that he should have forgotten something, and those things he forgot are in this diary...

So he turned the locked roller.

"3""8""0"

He knows the password, and the previous uncle named "Jia Renliang" has already told him.

With a soft "click", the small lock opened in response.

Dr. Zhang slowly opened the diary

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On March 8th, at 0:00 midnight, I proposed to her and she said yes...so sweet.

I bought a diary, this is it, I am going to record the beauty of our togetherness.

It’s quite embarrassing to say that I would do such a thing, so I specially bought a book with a lock to prevent others from flipping through it.

I really love her, so let's use 380 as the password of this diary. After all, it is a commemoration of a successful marriage proposal.

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Today she asked for a ring. To be honest, it is a bit expensive, but fortunately, I can afford it. After all, she is a girl, and a girl as beautiful as her. Only such a ring can match it...lol

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I came back late from get off work today, there is no way, there are always various uncertainties in the job of a doctor! Especially psychiatry.

However, today is her birthday. I really forgot.

Of course she was very angry and broke the vase I gave her last month.

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This woman actually came to my hospital and blamed me in front of all my colleagues. I just bought a watch without telling him...

But... hey... what a nasty woman.

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I'm fed up with this woman, she swiped all my credit cards to buy things that are useless, that broken bag is so expensive, it's just a thin layer of fabric~~ **** ! asshole! asshole! I really want to kill her!

I really want to kill her!

I really want to kill her!

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In that day's diary, the words "I really want to kill her!" are written on a whole page.

After reading this, Dr. Zhang's body began to tremble exaggeratedly. He couldn't even hold the diary firmly. It was as if some long-lost memory had gradually surfaced.

Suddenly!

Just behind him.

There are some slight noises. Then came a piercing laugh.

"Hey hey hey hey hey hey"

Doctor Zhang turned his head quickly, with a look of horror.

He found that the girl lying in the pool of blood before had disappeared, and now lying in the pool of blood was a thin man.

This man was wearing a purple suit, and he got up from the ground unsteadily, his body was covered with wounds pierced by sharp weapons, and the blood seemed to flow out of the blood holes on his body unstoppably, gradually converging It formed an incomparably huge blood pool, and then spread to the entire space.

The man raised his head, narrow eyes, thin face, sickly pale skin. There are two shocking scars at the corners of the mouth that run through the entire cheek.

"Hey...do you...remember?" The man looked at Doctor Zhang opposite and said in a sharp voice.

The nameless anger ignited in Dr. Zhang's heart again.

"Bastard~...you are responsible for all this!! Where is this place??? Who are you???" Doctor Zhang shouted angrily, he could hardly restrain himself from rushing The urge to go up and strangle this guy!

But the thin man opposite didn't care. He easily put his hands in his pockets, hunched over, and leisurely paced back and forth in front of Dr. Zhang.

"Oh oh oh, don't worry, you have too many questions! I have to answer them one by one." He said casually: "First of all, you ask where this is. You are asking about this bloody, dirty place. Dirty, cramped, smelly place..."

He opened his arms pretending to be elegant, gesturing to the entire blood-stained space: "Hey hey... I can tell you, this is your inner world."

Dr. Zhang was taken aback for a moment, and then shouted: "What nonsense are you talking about, you mental illness!!!"

He seemed even more angry, and then, he bent down to find the knife that had just fallen by his feet, but his feet were covered with muddy blood, and he didn't know where the knife had been submerged for a long time. gone!

"Are you saying... am I mentally ill?...Uh... I seem to be one~" the skinny man pretended to be thinking hard: "But I'm not the patient you think you are, because you're confusing me with you...Look down at your clothes...Are you a doctor—or a patient? "

Dr. Zhang heard the words and looked down.

I am still standing in a pool of blood, the blood has spread to my calf, and the "white coat" I was wearing just now has become a set of "patient gowns".

"Doctor Zhang" stretched out his hands, looking at his cuffs, jacket, and pants in shock.

"What's going on??" he yelled in panic.

The skinny man smiled, and the corners of his disgusting mouth curled up slightly.

"You are indeed a psychiatrist, but that was 13 years ago, when you had a girlfriend, uh, it should be said to be a fiancée... the emotional experience between you I don't want to say more, anyway, in the end...haha...haha...you killed her!"

He tried his best to suppress his laughter, and said, as if telling another very funny joke.

"Bastard... what are you talking about? You're lying to me! You're lying to me!!!!" Doctor Zhang shouted hysterically, bent down, and frantically searched for the gun in the pool of blood knife.

"After you killed her, you dialed the phone number of the mental hospital yourself, because you know that after a mentally ill person kills someone, he can avoid many crimes with a little manipulation...and you I'm a psychiatrist, so it's not difficult to pretend to be a patient!" The man in the purple suit still said lightly: "However, pretending to be a mental patient is very tiring, and you have to constantly show behaviors that suit your illness. , It’s okay to keep it like this for a few days, but you have to keep pretending. For a month, a year, until more than ten years, you have been living in such pain. During this long time, your inner world endured I kept tormenting day and night, and cast layer after layer of walls on my own, hiding the memory of your murder in the deepest part. While you were deceiving others, you were deceiving yourself at the same time. Under such circumstances, you finally , Even you yourself can't tell what is real and what is false. Just like those real psychopaths."

"Bastard, bastard, bastard!!!" Dr. Zhang groped in the blood with his hands, and kept shouting, not knowing whether to shout to the other party or himself.

The thin man continued: "But speaking of it, your inner line of defense is still really strong. Are those puzzles that hide key memory points automatically generated by your subconscious mind? Is it a professional psychiatrist? Ah... When you saw me, you foresaw my intentions at the first glance, so your subconscious mind had such a huge hatred for me that I couldn't even show up in your dreams. No wonder, if you are not strong, you will have been found to be pretending to be sick. But fortunately, I dug up two images in my memory, and then bit by bit lured you to the deepest part of my heart One layer..."

"Bastard! I'm going to kill you!!" Dr. Zhang suddenly stood up with a groan. At this moment, he was already holding the knife he had been looking for for a long time in his hand. Immediately afterwards, he crazily rushed towards the opposite man.

The man on the opposite side still didn't care, and didn't have the slightest intention to dodge. He watched Dr. Zhang rushing towards him angrily, and laughed wildly for no reason.

In the next second, he was thrown to the ground by the opponent...

"kill you" "kill you" "kill you"

Doctor Zhang yelled frantically, and stabbed the sharp knife in his hand into the opponent's body one after another. The force penetrated his body and hit the blood, raising Lao Gao.

But the wild laughter still didn't stop.

"Ha...haha...do you remember?" The skinny man couldn't breathe with a smile: "This feeling of a knife piercing into the flesh is so wonderful...you were like this back then, stabbing that girl body!"

For a moment...

Dr. Zhang was stunned.

In the deepest part of the memory, a little brilliance suddenly emerged.

He seems to have remembered this feeling!

The knife pierces the skin... cuts the muscle... rubs against the bone and makes a scalp-numbing sound.

Many years ago, he was like this, one knife after another.

The girl he once loved was riddled with holes.

"I...killed her~?"

"I...killed her!"

He looked blankly at his **** hand, and muttered in an extremely small voice.

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Suddenly!

The surrounding environment changed in vain, the smell of blood disappeared, the knife disappeared, and the emaciated man also disappeared.

He found himself sitting on a chair with an office desk in front of him, and on the opposite side of the desk was a man in a white coat, obviously a doctor.

"Patient 202?"

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"Patient No. 202?!!!" Seeing that there was no response from the other party, the doctor shouted repeatedly.

Dr. Zhang... Well, in fact, he should not continue to be called Dr. Zhang, because at this moment he is already wearing a blue and white hospital gown,

In short, he still hadn't recovered from his senses, and just stared blankly at the doctor opposite him.

The doctor looked at the blank eyes of the other party and shook his head. He raised the medical record on the table. There was a photo in the upper left corner of the first page of the medical record. The doctor compared the photo with the other person's appearance, and after confirming that it was the same person, he put the medical records back on the table and flipped through them.

Ten minutes later...the doctor reluctantly pushed the medical records aside.

This is a typical schizophrenic patient. Whether it is symptoms or tests, they are as typical as textbooks. The first attack of the disease was more than ten years ago, and it was a tragedy that he killed his fiancée by mistake.

What a poor patient...

"So...can you remember what happened that day?" the doctor asked lightly.

In fact, he knew that it was impossible for the other party to remember. It had been more than ten years, and he had never had the slightest sign of memory recovery. And this inquiry is just a routine inspection.

Sure enough...the other party was silent, did not respond, and still stared blankly ahead~IndoMTL.com~There was no focus of sight.

The doctor shrugged, then picked up the pen beside the table, ready to write the words "the condition has not changed".

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"I killed her..."

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The doctor's hand froze.

"What did you say?" The doctor seemed unable to believe his ears.

"I...killed her..." The patient on the opposite side, that is, "Doctor Zhang" said lightly, his eyes gradually focused... He lowered his head slowly, pinching the left chest part of his hospital gown with one hand.

There is a set of numbers representing the patient number clearly printed with black stitching.

"Number 202"

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