What is it like to be misunderstood as a murderer all the time?

"And this man is the doctor who burned down the entire mental hospital back then. His purpose of establishing this mental hospital was to create endless... killers for this city."

Su Zhao's expression became unnatural in an instant, and he hurriedly asked, "Wait, so where is the mastermind behind the scenes!"

"here."

Pointing to his head, the little girl said, "He got into your brain, because your body is his next target."

"So it is."

After hearing these words, Su Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression became more relaxed.

"I can rest assured that."

The little girl was stunned, "Don't worry?"

"Because this unlucky guy probably doesn't really want to know what's hiding in my mind."

Chapter 43 What kind of scary monster did I provoke?

Boom, boom, boom.

Gray lead clouds filled the oppressive and low sky, and the rolling thunder sounded in the distance, like dense drumbeats beating in the densely overcast clouds.

A man in a suit stood alone on the main road, staring in surprise at this empty city built in the subconscious.

"Could this thing be... a palace of thinking? This patient has imitated a city of Wuzhou in his mind?"

The subconscious of most detaining the fragile personality of mental patients is nothing more than a blank space, a narrow room or a house with a simple structure. This is the first time I have seen a patient who can construct a city in his mind like this.

Originally thought that it would not be too difficult to strangle his personality, even with only piano wires, not even a knife.But now I feel a little underestimated by this new guy.

"No matter how difficult it is, he can still use a chainsaw to shred corpses?"

The man comforted himself a few words in his heart, and prepared to move towards the city center.His highest record is that he met ten different personalities in the conscious world of a dangerous mental patient and was able to strangle them all and escape. After all, in his dream, he was imprisoned with hundreds of different brutal personalities evolved from his own body.

pat, pat, pat.

The shoulders were wet from the rain, the man raised his head, the rain wet the ends of his hair, the torrential rain poured down, and the real touch of the water droplets on his cheeks gave him the illusion that he was in the real world.

It is not easy to find a master personality in such a big city, but men have plenty of time to play cat and mouse.Just as he was walking forward, he suddenly felt as if his leather shoes had stepped on something.Looking down, there was an umbrella standing alone by his feet.

He was about to bend down to pick up the umbrella, but just as he was about to touch the umbrella, his movements stopped suddenly.Because he saw the densely stitched faces on the umbrella, he hesitated for a moment and retracted his hand.

beep~beep~beep~

The horn of a car sounded behind him, the man turned his head and saw a taxi driving slowly in front of him, the door of the passenger seat was opened after it stopped, a driver in a raincoat leaned over his head, and almost gave an order Said in a calm tone, "There's no time to explain, get in the car."

Rather than searching aimlessly, it is better to use tactics. The man has no choice but to obediently follow this suspected murderer into the car. After the car starts and splashes the ground for a while, he drives into the distance.

A pale and thin hand suddenly stretched out from the leather-faced umbrella that was abandoned on the ground, and one eye hidden in the umbrella looked unwillingly at the direction of the taxi going away.

The taxi driver didn't speak a word along the way, the old radio was buzzing with electricity, and there were intermittent hoarse singing voices.

The man noticed that there were some strange-looking guys standing at the door of the buildings on both sides of the street, staring at him maliciously.

The man narrowed his eyes, observed for a moment, and then took a deep breath.

These people seem to be murderers who have appeared in newspaper murders?

Could it be that, in the subconscious of this patient, there lived a murderous personality with the population of a city?

A drop of cold sweat mixed with rain fell from the man's cheek, and he panicked a little.Looking at the strange driver in a raincoat next to him, he suddenly remembered the murder that happened a few days ago, and looked suspiciously at the murderer in front of him.

"Wait, where are you taking me?"

The doctor showed a mysterious smile, and reported the place where every man would smile when he heard it.

"Clubhouse."

"..."

The taxi was parked at the entrance of a club called Heaven and Earth, without the ambiguous atmosphere of flashing neon lights, the combination of dilapidated and crooked signboards and dilapidated and yellowed gates gave off a desolate and dilapidated atmosphere.

The murderous driver just said good luck and drove away.

The rain started to fall harder and harder, as if it was going to flood the whole city.The outlines of buildings in the distance turned into blurred silhouettes in the rain.

The man had no way out, so he had to take a deep breath and slowly push open the half-hidden door.

There are no technicians, no tender models, only an empty circular hall, and the bright crystal lamp directly above is covered with dust. The man noticed that the walls are covered with various photos, which are intertwined with dense red threads and combined into one side. Intricate wall of clues.

"These are all murderers? No, I read his file before. He is an ordinary college student. Why are there so many criminal personality profiles of murders?"

Pop, pop, pop.

Applause suddenly sounded in the middle of the hall, the man suddenly turned his head and saw a guy in a cheap purple suit standing in front of him, his hair was dyed a dazzling dark green, combed back, leaning against the wall and tilting his head to look at it look at yourself.

I don't know why, but the man felt as if he was being watched by a cold poisonous snake, and the idea of ​​retreating even sprouted in his heart. He held the piano wire in his hand calmly, stared straight at the slightly weird man in front of him, and puffed up. Courage tentatively asked, "Could it be that you are his master personality?"

However, the guy in front of him just let out a weird giggle, "Hey, hey, I don't count, it's just an insignificant part of this guy's personality. Mr. Uninvited Guest, don't be so serious, you can hold the dangerous Are the piano wires down?"

The thought in his heart was punctured, the man froze for a moment, but clenched his fist and asked, "Who the hell are you?"

"Hey, why are you so serious? I'm just an ordinary clown."

He didn't answer this question, but took out a clown's hood from the inside pocket of his suit, and slowly put it on his head, "I said, it's just an insignificant part of his personality, such as the one behind you carrying A big axe, a scary-looking guy is also a personality fragment."

The man was startled suddenly, turned his head suddenly, only to realize that there was a man holding an ax in both hands standing behind him at some point, with a blood-stained white mask on his face, his eyes were fixed on him, and he quickly took a step back in fright!

When did it appear behind him?Why didn't you notice it at all?

No, very wrong.

He has never seen such a complicated situation!This person's subconscious world is very strange!

Suddenly, he found another figure beside him, a little girl holding a fruit knife slowly approaching him, a man wearing a worn-out army coat and carrying two kitchen knives had already silently blocked the exit of the clubhouse gate.More and more strange guys came out of the rooms and corridors with different weapons, and the originally empty hall gradually became overcrowded.

The pitifully weak and helpless man holding the piano wire was blocked in the middle of the hall, looking around in panic.

The man in the clown headgear let out a giggle, waved his empty hands, and asked sarcastically, "Do you understand now?"

Men totally get it!

But I understood too late!

The murderous man who haunts the whole city is just a fragment of his personality, and all put together is his complete dark side.

Facing the tide-like crowd, the desperate man muttered to himself, "What the hell did I... provoke a horrible monster..."

Chapter 44 I am the poor innocent hostage

"Wait a moment!"

The pale-faced man quickly stretched out his hand to signal if he could pause for a while, he had something to say.Looking around at more and more murderers who were still emerging, he gritted his teeth and said, "Why don't you just let me leave here? I promise I will never come back again!"

"Do you think this is your home, come and go as you want?"

The clown even felt that this guy was a little naive and cute, waved his hand, and said, "Don't worry, we violent personality fragments are not such unreasonable people, so I can give you two options. One is single-handedly, The second is gang fights, as long as you win, we will let you go."

Is there such a good thing?

The man seemed to be grasping at straws at the last moment of drowning, nodded quickly and said, "One-on-one, I choose one-on-one! As long as I win the one-on-one match, can you let me go!"

"Although we are a group of personality fragments, we still keep our promises."

The clown didn't regret it, he just looked around the group of guys lightly, and said, "Of course, since you choose to single out, then you can pick us one by one."

The man was dumbfounded, the life-saving straw he had just grasped was instantly torn off, he stared at him for a long time, and then roared angrily, "You play with me! If I say I choose gang fights!"

"Of course a group of us beat you up!"

After finishing speaking, the clown waved his hand and shouted, "This kind of person doesn't need to talk to him about morals, let's go together!"

Facing the guys rushing forward with all kinds of weapons, the man turned pale with fright, but he had no way out.

"Damn! I want you to be buried with me!"

Knowing that he was going to die anyway, the man decided to kill the net, and rushed towards the most unpleasant clown!

……

The whole dream was constantly shaking, gravel and cracked ceilings fell towards the ground, the little girl looked around in horror, while Su Zhao calmly looked at the little girl in front of him, shrugged and said, " It seems that the black hand behind the scenes is a bit unlucky, I thought I could last a while longer."

"What about you, why!"

The unwilling little girl looked at the body that was gradually becoming transparent, and decided to kill Su Zhao, and suddenly rushed towards Su Zhao, wanting to take Su Zhao with her to die together!

However, in the next instant, Su Zhao disappeared from her eyes.

"Damn it, why did your mother hand over the Flash?"

The little girl who was left at a loss was submerged in the rubble in the next moment.

……

Dr. Han stood in the medical room, staring closely at the two people on the hospital bed full of tubes, pacing back and forth with an uneasy expression.Although he has done this kind of thing many times, but for some reason, he was particularly restless tonight, his right eyelid was constantly beating, and it felt as if something was about to happen.

The man was lying on the hospital bed, still looking calm.

He glanced at his watch, and it was almost the time agreed upon by the two, but the man on the hospital bed showed no sign of waking up, so he couldn't help sweating for him.

He walked up to Su Zhao, ready to test his breath, when suddenly, he pinched Dr. Han's wrist with one hand, almost making him jump up in fright, only to find that Su Zhao had opened his eyes at some point, revealing A piercing smile.

"Grass!"

Dr. Han subconsciously swears, and wants to break free in panic, but his wrist is firmly stuck.

"Surprise?"

Su Zhao turned his head, looked at the middle-aged man in the next bed, and smiled slightly, "Don't worry, he will never wake up."

"Let go, let me go!"

Dr. Han was so frightened that he wanted to run away, trying to break free.And Su Zhao sat up from the hospital bed, bit off the needle stuck on the back of his hand with his teeth, and said, "You can't run yet."

He blushed and scolded, "I'm just a doctor. The man behind the scene you're looking for is the guy on the hospital bed. It's him who wants to rob you of your personality! I don't know anything else!"

Su Zhao shook his head, pointed to his own head, and showed a sneer.

"He's never going to wake up."

"what!"

This time it was Dr. Han's turn to panic, and quickly asked, "You, what did you do to him!"

"I didn't do anything either!"

Su Zhao said flatly, "I killed his personality in my subconscious."

"..."

Dr. Han gasped. It was the first time he had seen such a thing as anti-invading personality. He looked at the guy in front of him with a distorted expression, and felt the deep-rooted fear from the bottom of his heart.

"You... who the hell are you!"

"I?"

Su Zhao helplessly pointed at himself lying on the hospital bed, and said, "I am an innocent victim held hostage by you."

"Nonsence!"

This is probably the most shameless sentence Dr. Han has ever heard in his life.

At this time, the siren of a police car sounded outside the mental hospital, as if a large number of policemen rushed into the mental hospital. Su Zhao let go of his hands knowingly, allowing Dr. Han to go to the window to witness the truth.

Seeing the policemen getting out of the car one after another outside, the horrified Doctor Han turned his head and looked at Su Zhao, who was acting like a melon-eating crowd.

"Wait, you... what the hell did you do?"

"Nothing."

Su Zhao explained, "I dug out all the materials from the reporters in your office who took patients and investigated the truth, and private detectives did live experiments, illegal imprisonment, torture to death, and mutilated corpses, and then entrusted others to pack them and send them to the police station. I went, I think the police will be very interested after seeing those photos and records. After all, who would take indecent photos and write diaries these days.”

"What! When did you report to the police? No, could it be that you still have accomplices in the mental hospital?"

Dr. Han was horrified by the bottom line. Once those things fell into the hands of the police, he might be spared the death penalty as an accomplice, but he would definitely not be able to escape prison.

He realized that this guy was not mentally ill at all, but another undercover agent who sneaked in!

To be honest, it is not necessarily true that these people are so active in catching drug dealers and cracking down on MLM scams?

Doctor Han was so frightened that his hands were shaking, he bit his white lips tightly, and paced back and forth anxiously.

"Don't be nervous, Doctor Han."