"The old house is not well insulated. My neighbor has a dog that barks every night."
In the dim treatment room, No. 7 lowered his head, recalling and recounting.
The extreme emotions that he had once came back to his heart bit by bit. Bloodshot eyes were gradually spreading in his eyes, and his state became more and more unstable.
"Later one night, her dog ran out and I bumped into her in the community. I dragged the dog into the grass and smashed its head bit by bit with rocks."
"After that she bought another cat and it kept barking every day."
"I used ham sausage to lure it out, took it home, tied it up and burned it with a flamethrower, and cut open its belly bit by bit with a knife..."
"The neighbors finally stopped and they didn't raise anything anymore."
"It wasn't until two years later that she gave birth to a child... Haha, it was so noisy! They were so noisy! It's not my fault! It's all their fault!"
No. 7's expression became obviously ferocious, he was breathing heavily and did not continue.
However, Dr. Luo seemed not satisfied with this answer. He held up the frame of the mirror and asked, "What did you do next? Don't be afraid. Tell the truth. This means that she was at fault first. Besides, you are still sick. I believe that even God will forgive you!"
Hearing this, No. 7 seemed to be encouraged and looked at Dr. Luo with some excitement: "Really, doctor, is everything you said true? Do you really think I am not wrong?"
"Haha, of course, you are a patient and you have this kind of privilege." Dr. Luo's emphasis was quite strange. He didn't seem to want to help No. 7 cure his illness. Instead, he was encouraging him to make good use of his illness to bulldoze some diseases. Moral obstacles.
"I am a patient, I have privileges, I am a patient..." No. 7 murmured, becoming more and more excited, and told the doctor the process of brutally killing his neighbor's son.
At this time, his mood had become quite unstable, his body was trembling slightly, and his whole person was somewhere between extreme excitement and fear.
A doctor walked out of the darkness and slowly transformed into a woman covered in wounds.
She was carrying a dead dog, a dead child in her arms, and a dead cat with a burnt body on her shoulders, and just sat on the first stool on the right side of No. 7.
Staring at him with a look of resentment on his face.
But No. 7 seemed not to notice at all, still immersed in his own memories.
"Also, there is one more thing."
"When I was very young, my father was an alcoholic and would beat my mother and me every time we came home."
"One time after he beat us, my mother stopped moving. My father bought a lot of black plastic bags. I heard him chopping something in the kitchen. Soon after, he went out carrying black plastic bags one by one, and then Come back empty-handed.”
"I never saw my mother again after that."
"I asked my father, and he told me that when a person dies, he should put it in a bag and throw it far away, out of the way."
"I grew up with his beatings until I was eighteen years old and finally had a whole drawer full of black plastic bags."
"He was still very drunk that day..."
"..."
As No. 7 spoke, another figure came out, carrying black plastic bags. His head was also covered in black plastic bags, and he sat down on the chair.
The smile on Dr. Luo's face opposite him was so full that it couldn't be any brighter.
When No. 7 stops.
He was still asking: "What else? Is that all?"
No. 7's eyes were bloodshot at the moment, and his whole body was trembling.
Desperate and terrifying scenes flashed through his mind, like sharp thorns piercing his heart, causing intense secondary damage.
"No...no more, that's it, that's it."
No. 7 gasped, covered his head, and looked like a madman: "I'm right, I'm wrong, I'm right... they all deserve to die!"
"Doctor, help me, I feel like their ghosts are haunting me, they don't want to let me go!"
No. 7 looked at Dr. Luo helplessly.
Dr. Luo stood up at this time and walked towards the door. When passing by, he patted No. 7 on the shoulder and comforted: "Don't be afraid. As long as you tell these things, I will naturally help you treat it."
"Your situation is not too serious, don't worry."
"Just stay here and I'll get something."
With that said, he walked out of the treatment room and slammed the black iron door shut.
Standing outside the door, Dr. Luo flipped open the pocket watch in his hand, and the "ding" sound was so penetrating that No. 7 inside the door could hear it clearly.
"Treatment...begins."
Dr. Luo finished speaking.
No. 7 inside the door completely returned to normal from the hypnotic state.
And when he raised his head, he saw a side that he would never forget. The three memories he feared the most were actually standing in front of him alive at this moment!
The pain in the memory condensed into reality.
The three pairs of eyes were full of hatred, as if they wanted to peel themselves off.
No. 7 finally could no longer suppress the fear in his heart.
"ah!!!"
"Young man, give me my life, give my wife my life..."
"Child, you killed my child!!"
"Disobedient son, you deserve to die!"
"Ahhhh...!!!"
…
…
In the treatment room, the screams became louder and louder.
About half a minute later, the shouting stopped. Dr. Luo turned his head, with a hint of undisguised disdain and disappointment in his eyes: "Trash!"
He cursed, opened the door and went in. He looked at each other and shook their heads with his three colleagues. Then he dragged a bloody human body out and threw it into a random department.
Then a record book was taken out.
wrote above.
"Experimental record group 46, round 78, code name 6a7807."
"Experimental result: failure."
"Not promoted, no special curse formed."
"The damage is serious and can be used as a material for the death curse..."
"..."
Recording completed one by one.
Dr. Luo was about to go to a place to file the record book. When he came to the corridor outside, he heard the sound of the elevator stopping.
He subconsciously looked over and saw a man carrying a big black hammer appearing at the elevator entrance.
The person who came was surprisingly Jiang Chen.
He also saw Dr. Luo and walked up enthusiastically: "Hahaha, long time no see, old man..."
As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the opponent's work card carefully before continuing: "Lao Luo! Yes, it's Lao Luo. We haven't seen you for so long, do you still remember me?"
Dr. Luo twitched the corner of his mouth.
You don't shy away from people at all in your acting!
"Ghost energy +999!"
"Do we know each other?" Dr. Luo asked in a deep voice.
"Of course, have you forgotten? When I was in the Sixth Hospital, you were the one I admired the most. I remember that there was a male patient who lost his daughter and had to live and die every day."
"In the end, it was you, Lao Luo, who sacrificed yourself for others and called a twenty-five-year-old young man daddy every day, which stabilized his mood. Your moral character is really noble. I remember that you would wear a small skirt at that time. He dances.”
"Oh, you are almost fifty, it's really difficult for you."
"I admire the kindness of doctors!"
Jiang Chen opened his mouth and casually made up a dark history that did not exist for Dr. Luo.
As a result, the other party was stunned for a long time after hearing this: "When did I ever call someone daddy and dance in a small skirt?"
"Ghost energy +999!"
Jiang Chen didn't care about his doubts, because at this moment, he was already holding the Yin God Hammer and successfully reached less than five steps away from the opponent.
Within five steps, his hammer was so accurate and fast!
