Liang An told Jiang Qiu everything he heard and looked into his eyes. For such a murderer's life story, Jiang Qiu didn't show any unnecessary expression fluctuations, which was also an expected result.
Now, Zhao Qiang's body is gradually cooling down, and there is no rush to move the old lady who has just fainted after the operation. It was raining lightly outside, and even if two adult men could lift the person away, it would be inconvenient to do so at this time.
After looking at it, Liang An finally sighed, "'Why are you telling me this?' or 'What does this mean?' - others usually say this, you can choose one."
After one person talks to two people, he even provides alternatives... He is really conscientious and a wonderful volunteer worker for Party B.
Jiang Qiu said, "Why did you tell me?"
He also changed it slightly.
"There are many studies on the psychology of a serial murderer. One of the conclusions once caught my attention." Liang An tilted his head slightly, "Safe zone theory. As a serial killer, Zhao Qiang has a safe zone in his heart - —This is related to a repetitive experience in her past.”
The word "repetitive" seems to directly trigger the thinking that Jiang Qiu can accomplish, which is also his greatest strength. Jiang Qiu lowered his head for two seconds, and then said decisively, "Hospital."
Jiang Qiu's brain is like a computer with its own retrieval mechanism. This was not the first time Liang An thought this way, and he continued to answer his questions calmly.
"Both of Zhao Qiang's fathers died in the hospital. Her biological father passed away when she was young, and her stepfather's death was the benchmark that inspired her heart. The former is more important, but what plays a role is not before and after death, but in the subsequent years. A process of years or even more than ten years.”
For a long time, the image of a father who had almost no impression of fantasy was the spiritual pillar that supported Zhao Qiang's life under Wang Chuyue's control. Under this abnormal pressure, the image of the "biological father" became increasingly dominated by imagination - in Zhao Qiang's mind, the father she did not remember seemed to have grown into a god.
Under this situation, Zhao Qiang's feelings towards the hospital were complex and weird.
On the one hand, she was angry that her father was not saved; on the other hand, because the death of her biological father was attributed to her hated mother, in retrospect, she regarded the hospital as the setting as the past that could have "saved" her father. place.
This is an extraordinary place.
Zhao Qiang gave up entering nursing school after deciding to become a serial killer. Rather than escaping from the mother's control, the desire to control the mother in turn prevailed, and everything else... was just "sauce."
"This is my guess, but after seeing her reaction, I think it's almost the same." Liang An smiled self-deprecatingly, "Perhaps people always hope that someone will know these subtle details before they die."
Everyone wants to leave their own story.
He glanced around with his peripheral vision and saw Jiang Qiu looking up at him slightly.
This person... his actions cannot be affected by anyone, but he is still at the mercy of anyone. He is probably the most difficult person to find the same person in the world.
To this day, Liang An no longer knows what else he should say or do.
He has the ability to calculate, but he has no goal.
Like before, get involved with Jiang Qiu again and try your best to instill in him various "human behaviors" like training an artificial intelligence?
Or should we let it go and part ways with him again to save our lives after this drama is over?
Liang An doesn't know.
He only knew that the fire of revenge would not be extinguished in his heart. This world is full of Avengers in the dark, racking their brains to stick to their will from beginning to end - but he may be a little different.
The rain gradually stopped, but the sky was very dark.
Recalling the dark barn and the operation that Jiang Qiu completed in an orderly manner, a sentence blurted out of Liang An's mouth almost accompanied by impulsive words.
"Maybe you should be a doctor after all."
Jiang Qiu nodded, "They all said so."
Now with a mission, the two found a thick wooden board that could lift the elderly woman and temporarily serve as a stretcher, and then found a way to move the person out without touching the wound.
This is a process that requires energy, and care must be taken not to drop the injured person to the ground. The job was quite easy for Liang An, but he really couldn't help Jiang Qiu bear the other half of the weight.
However, Jiang Qiu's frown probably wasn't due to lack of strength - he was actively thinking about something now, and Liang An could tell based on his understanding over the years.
They walked to the beach where the ship had docked before, and even a little further forward they could even see traces of the yacht. But at this time, rather than continuing to toss the injured while walking on the wooden board without avoiding bumps, if the yacht can move, it is better to bring the boat over.
So, they waited where they were again.
Liang An took the time to ask: "What do you want to say?"
But he didn't expect the answer this time.
"My father." Jiang Qiu said with a calm expression as always, "I want to kill him."
A dull thunder sounded, coming from high above the sea level. And Liang An slowly opened his eyes.
At this moment, the old lady who was moved by two people with a wooden board suddenly murmured, as if she was so stubborn that she was about to wake up.
The conversation was interrupted.
