vncnus Chapter 312
Chapter 312
"The old house has poor sound insulation. My neighbor has a dog that barks every night."
In the dim treatment room, No. 7 lowered his head, recalling and telling the story.
The extreme emotions he had experienced came back to him bit by bit, bloodshot eyes gradually spread, and his condition became increasingly unstable.
"Later, one night, her dog ran away and I ran into it in the community. I dragged the dog into the bushes and smashed its head with a stone bit by bit."
"After that, she bought another cat, which also barked every day."
"I used ham sausage to lure it out, took it home, tied it up, burned it with a flamethrower, and cut its belly with a knife bit by bit..."
"The neighbor finally stopped and didn't raise anything anymore."
"Until two years later, she gave birth to a child... Haha, it was too noisy! They were too noisy! It's not my fault! It's all because they were too noisy!"
No. 7's expression became obviously ferocious, panting, and he didn't continue.
However, Dr. Luo seemed not satisfied with this answer. He adjusted the frame of his glasses and asked, "What did you do later? Don't be afraid, tell the truth. She was wrong first, and you are sick. I believe even God will forgive you!"
Hearing this, No. 7 seemed to be encouraged and looked at Dr. Luo excitedly: "Really, doctor, is everything you said true? Do you really think I am not wrong?"
"Haha, of course, you are a patient, you have this privilege." Dr. Luo's emphasis was quite strange. It seemed that he did not want to help No. 7 treat his illness, but encouraged him to make good use of his illness to flatten some moral obstacles.
"I am a patient, I have privileges, I am a patient..." No. 7 muttered a few words, becoming more and more excited, and told the doctor about how he brutally killed his neighbor's son.
At this time, his emotions had become quite unstable, his body was trembling slightly, and the whole person was between extreme excitement and fear.
A doctor walked out of the darkness and slowly turned into a woman covered in wounds.
She was carrying a dead dog, holding a dead child, and a charred dead cat on her shoulder, and she sat on the first stool to the right of No. 7.
She stared at him with a face full of resentment.
But No. 7 seemed to be unaware of it and was still immersed in his own memories.
"And, there is one more thing."
"When I was very young, my father was an alcoholic. He would beat me and my mother every time he came home."
"Once he beat us up, my mother stopped moving, and my father bought a lot of black plastic bags. I heard him chopping something in the kitchen, and soon he went out with black plastic bags, and came back empty-handed."
"After that, I never saw my mother again."
"I asked my father, and he told me that when a person dies, they should be put into a bag and thrown far away, so as not to get in the way."
"I grew up under his beatings, until I was eighteen years old, when I finally accumulated a whole drawer of black plastic bags."
"That day he was still drunk..."
"..."
As No. 7 told the story, another figure came out, carrying black plastic bags, with his head covered in a black plastic bag, and sat down on a chair.
The smile on Dr. Luo's face opposite was so strong that it could not be any more.
When No. 7 stopped.
He continued to ask: "What else? Is that all?"
At this moment, No. 7's eyes were full of bloodshot and his whole body was shaking.
Desperate and terrifying scenes flashed through his mind, like sharp thorns, piercing his heart fiercely, causing strong secondary damage.
"No...no more, that's all, that's all."
No. 7 panted, covered his head, and looked like a madman: "I'm right, I'm wrong, I'm right...they all deserve to die!"
"Doctor, save me, I feel their ghosts are haunting me, they don't want to let me go!"
No. 7 looked at Dr. Luo helplessly.
Dr. Luo stood up and walked towards the door. When he passed by, he patted No. 7 on the shoulder and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, as long as you tell me these things, I will naturally help you treat them."
"Your condition is not too serious, don't worry."
"Just stay here, I'll go get something."
He walked out of the treatment room and closed the black iron door heavily.
Standing outside the door, Dr. Luo flicked open his pocket watch. With a "ding" sound, the 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 looked up, he saw a side that he would never forget. The three memories that he feared the most were standing in front of him alive!
MemoryThe pain in his heart condensed into reality.
Three pairs of eyes full of resentment seemed to want to peel off his skin and pull out his tendons.
No. 7 finally couldn't suppress the fear in his heart anymore.
"Ah!!!"
"Young man, give me back my life, give me back my wife's life..."
"Child, you killed my child!!"
"Disobedient son, you deserve to die!"
"Ahhhh...!!!"
...
...
In the treatment room, screams were louder and louder.
About half a minute later, the screams stopped, and Dr. Luo turned his head, revealing a touch of undisguised disdain and disappointment in his eyes: "Waste!"
He cursed, opened the door, looked at his three colleagues, shook his head at each other, and then dragged a bloody body out and threw it into a random department.
Then he took out a record book.
Wrote on it.
"Experimental record group 46, round 78, code 6a7807."
"Experimental results: failed."
"Not promoted, no special curse formed."
"Severe damage, can be used as a material for the death curse..."
"..."
The records were completed one by one.
Dr. Luo was about to go to a place to file the record book, but when he came to the corridor outside, he heard the sound of the elevator stopping.
He subconsciously looked over and saw a man holding a big black hammer and appeared at the elevator entrance.
The man was Jiang Chen.
He also saw Dr. Luo and walked up to him enthusiastically: "Hahaha, it's been a long time since we last met, old..."
As he said this, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the other party's work card carefully before continuing: "Old Luo! Yes, it's Old Luo. I haven't seen you for so long, do you still remember me?"
Dr. Luo's mouth twitched.
You are acting without avoiding people at all!
"Ghost Qi +999!"
"Do we know each other?" Dr. Luo asked in a deep voice.
"Of course, have you forgotten that 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 was dying every day."
"In the end, it was you, Old Luo, who sacrificed yourself for others and called a 25-year-old young man "Dad" every day, and stabilized his emotions. Your character is really noble. I remember that you would dance for him in a little skirt at that time."
"Alas, you are almost 50 years old now, it's really too difficult for you."
"The doctor is kind-hearted, I admire you!"
Jiang Chen spoke without hesitation and casually made up a black history of Dr. Luo that did not exist.
As a result, the other party was stunned for a long time after hearing it: "When did I call someone dad and dance in a little skirt?"
"Ghost Qi +999!"
Jiang Chen didn't care about his doubts, because at this moment, he had successfully come to a distance of less than five steps away from the other party with the Yin Shen Hammer.
Within five steps, his hammer was accurate and fast!