When the old man in front of him was describing all this, his eyes were a little wandering, but his tone was firm.
It was as if he believed from the bottom of his heart that everything he said was the truth.
"Mr. Chen, I want to know what kind of person your ex-wife is. Even after running away with another man, she is still willing to pay for all your treatment expenses. There are not many such good people in today's society."
The corners of Chen Junyang's eyes twitched slightly. I opened my mouth several times but couldn't spit out a word.
Of course he couldn't answer such a question. Seeing that he didn't speak anymore, Su Xing knew that there would be no answer if he continued to ask on this topic.
"It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it. I'm just asking casually."
Su Xing took on the posture of a skilled psychotherapist.
Knowing that ordinary conversation would yield no useful clues, he took out the invitation.
When he saw the festive invitation cover, Chen Junyang's face gradually darkened, and the visible protrusions of the veins on his forehead seemed to be struggling with something in his heart.
"What's this?"
The words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth.
Su Xing's smile gradually faded, and the eyes he looked at the man lost their previous kindness.
"Didn't you say that your daughter is missing? There is no body, no crime scene, and no evidence of murder. So, this is the invitation your missing daughter asked me to bring to you. She is getting married."
The fiery red and festive invitation lay on the table, with golden rose patterns symbolizing love and eternity.
But what was somewhat unexpected was that the man in front of him had a first reaction of horror when he saw the invitation.
"No, it's impossible. She disappeared. She can't come back. This is false. What on earth do you want to do?!"
The man was facing emotional collapse, but Su Xing opened the invitation for him and pushed it over without caring.
"Doctor! Doctor! Doctor!"
The man held his head in his hands, huddled in the corner of the bed, and kept shouting for help.
The moment the invitation was opened, the lazy dark clouds wandering low in the sky suddenly surged up, and they gathered together to block all the sun's rays as much as possible.
The darkness made the whole city unable to breathe.
On the invitation, every stroke of the dense text was filled with resentment, and one could even vaguely hear their painful cries.
"This was supposed to be a happy wedding, and none of this was supposed to be like this."
"I put on my wedding dress, but I also walked into the grave. My blood stained the plain white dress red in the narrow space. I was about to die, but I still imagined that this blood-stained dress had something to do with it. It’s more like a wedding dress.”
"Why did you do this to me? He tried to carve the words "love me" into my heart, but he used a cold and sharp knife."
"I have also asked others for help, but they just touched my head and said that my father loved me very much and that I should be obedient and grow up well... Maybe I really should be like other children and be normal."
"But why, why can't anyone hear my cry? Even if my voice is hoarse and my throat is hoarse... no one is willing to help me."
"..."
The content on the invitation is constantly twisting and changing, but the only thing that remains unchanged is the name of the invitee.
The place where the word "awakening" should have been written was now printed with Chen Junyang.
The font on the invitation seemed to have just been written with blood, and it was still flowing and seeping at this moment.
Until it overflowed and dyed the wooden tabletop red.
"Blood, so much blood. Help, come here quickly! Doctors, nurses, come here quickly!"
Chen Junyang covered his head and roared crazily, but no one responded, as if his voice could not reach the door of the ward or behind the camera above his head.
Seeing that the call for help was in vain, the man tried to escape with bare feet, but as soon as he reached the door, the only door was locked with a click, and no matter how hard he shook, he could not move at all.
The lights in the corridor of the hospital building suddenly began to go out one by one due to the influence of something unknown, as if an invisible monster broke in from the outside, and where it passed, all the lights would be extinguished.
The man who was blocked at the door was a little at a loss. Hearing the sound of the lights going out in the corridor getting closer and closer, he even wanted to bury his head in the quilt on the bed.
How could someone who could kill someone in such a cruel way be so scared?
Su Xing looked at the panicked man at the door, and a trace of doubt arose in his heart.
Sizzling——
The lights in the ward were the last to go out. The moment the last trace of artificial light disappeared, the whole room was enveloped in a chill.
Answer, answer, answer...
The sound of liquid dripping is clear to the ears.
The whole world fell silent the moment the light disappeared, leaving only the sound of dripping unknown liquid.
Chen Junyang pressed his back against the door, eyes wide open, and kept breathing heavily.
The chest, which was so dry that it could be described as bony, rose and fell exaggeratedly, as if the heart inside was trying to break free from the constraints of the body.
Tick tock, tick tock——
On the table, a pool of scarlet liquid gathered around the invitation. They dripped down, and its sound was like a heavy hammer, constantly hammering Chen Junyang's heart.
She has come back.
The sky outside the window was terrifyingly gloomy. It was clearly noon, but it looked like it was about to enter the night.
The sudden power outage caused chaos in the entire hospital. Patients who usually recovered well went crazy at this moment.
Screams, laughter, and monkey cries mixed in among them.
All the doctors and nurses were so busy that no one noticed what happened in the ward where Su Xing was.
"Help me, I can't breathe, help me..."
Chen Junyang clutched his chest with a painful expression, fell to his knees, and used his last bit of strength to ask for help from Su Xing, who was standing at the table.
In Su Xing's eyes, the entire room around him didn't actually change much. It was just a little darker without the lights, and the temperature suddenly dropped a little.
There was no blood on the table at all, only a glass of water that he had just knocked over deliberately.
Just now, it seemed that I was asking a normal question, but unknowingly, I had already started psychological suggestion and performed a simple hypnosis.
In a simple conversation, Su Xing concluded that this man did have some mental problems, but it was not a split personality. He was just deliberately avoiding the truth ten years ago and living in a fantasy script.
In his eyes, he himself is a great father, a good husband, a good man who can give everything to the family.
No matter what the truth was, he tried hard to believe that it was true.
He firmly believed that Chen Xin was missing and killing her was just a hallucination.
And when this kind of thinking is paranoid to a certain extent, it is actually a kind of mental illness.
Su Xing hypnotized him not to hurt him, on the contrary, it was a kind of treatment.
Let the patient face up to the memories that have been deliberately ignored and face his former self and become a normal person.
For ordinary people, reconciling with past mistakes is indeed a kind of redemption, but the man in front of him is an exception.
This kind of redemption is the cruelest sharp knife.
"Chen Junyang, do you remember? What did you do that night? Chen Xin didn't escape at all. You locked her in the basement, cut off her legs, and scratched her face .
Look carefully at your hands. The broken hatchet is still dripping with blood. You killed her with your own hands and then erased all traces.
Not only do you want the police to find no evidence, but you also want you to find it yourself. "
The voice of awakening kept bombarding the man's mind. He didn't want to think of those memories that had been deliberately hidden, but everything from that year appeared in front of him.
The surrounding space was distorting, and everything in front of him became more and more like that dust-sealed basement.
And standing in front of Su Xing, a figure appeared behind this young man.
The pale face of that figure was so familiar.
"Xin'er, you're back..."
