After a while, Guan Zengbin wiped away his tears and said: "It's better to say some things. After all, I said it to my two most trusted people. Let's not talk about this matter. I can't rush it. By the way, Wu Meng, what are you doing here?"
I didn't worry about this matter anymore, after all, whether I will see Zhao Mingkun is still a problem, let alone there is still a chance for me to catch Zhao Mingkun alone. If there is still such a chance, I will leave it for later. At present, I still need to find some clues about this person, otherwise the rest of the people will definitely die.
Thinking of this, I said, "If we want to find a drop of water in a vast ocean, what should we do?"
Gu Chen said: "Don't be a fool, just tell me."
I raised my eyebrows and said, "The best way to find a drop of water is to let the rest of the water find it. The world that normal people can't understand may be understood by mental patients. We may not understand the characters left by the murderer." , but it doesn't mean that others can't understand it. And maybe, the person we're looking for is upstairs."
It is not easy to get some clues from these mental patients. We must first determine whether these mental patients understand the sentences left by the murderer. We also need to know whether these mental patients will cooperate with us. . And these two points are not easy to confirm.
At the moment, we have to look for people who seem to be able to solve this problem one by one, and when we try a few times, the result is always a bit embarrassing. When Guan Zengbin talked with those mental patients in both Chinese and English, many mental patients slammed on the door frantically, and those who were tied to the bed writhed crazily.
And I also began to doubt whether my thinking is true. Maybe normal people have the same three views, but mental patients have different worlds. And when we saw these mental patients one by one, I suddenly felt funny and ridiculous for my previous thoughts.
While going upstairs, the sound of shoes made a "click" sound in the silent corridor, Guan Zengbin said: "I think we are going to return in vain this time. Those awkward and profound words may not solve the case at all." Is it possible that those words are meaningless at all, and are here to disrupt the direction of our investigation?"
We continued to inquire on the second floor. When we passed a room, I saw the woman still lying on the bed, motionless. She didn't feel like a living person, but more like a corpse. Gu Chen knocked on the iron door and looked in through the window, but the woman remained motionless.
"Devil, that's the language of the devil." When Guan Zengbin uttered those sentences in English, a mental patient suddenly shouted, and knelt on the ground, kept drawing a cross on his chest, and muttered With these words.
The few of us looked at each other, and we all felt that there might be a door to this matter!
"What on earth does this mean!" I slammed on the door tightly, only to be able to see the man on the ground inside.
I could see tears all over this man's face, he seemed to be in great pain, and he said, "Come here, I'll tell you."
Hearing his words, his face was gloomy, and I almost pressed my face against the iron door, but at this moment, the person inside suddenly stood up, and he stretched out a hand towards me. out. The gap between the iron bars of the window is so narrow that it is difficult to stretch out a hand.
But this man didn't seem to care, and a hand stretched out from the narrow space. It looked to me that his wrist must have been broken. He grabbed my collar and refused to let go. At this time, I heard the alarm, and after a while, I heard the sound of someone running this way. I knew that someone was coming.
And this man looked at me with sad and scared eyes, and let go of his hand when he turned around.
Then, he hid in the innermost part of the room, hiding in the corner of the room like a frightened child. I tidied up my clothes, and the head nurse rushed over with a few security guards. Seeing that I was fine, the head nurse slowed down and said, "I told you to be careful, but I just didn't listen."
I ignored the head nurse, but looked at the psychopath and said, "What the hell do you mean? Make it clear!"
The psychopath refused to speak.
The head nurse said: "I said, what are you doing so seriously with the mentally ill? Can you believe what the mentally ill say? I told you a long time ago that you are unreliable. Don't fix these useless things. Go back and investigate the case carefully. Don't worry about it." If you suffer from paranoia again, you can just come in. You can’t get anything here, because everything here is nothingness and fake.”
The head nurse looked at the people locked in there with compassionate eyes, and also looked at me with this kind of compassionate eyes: "The world is the same world, but different people will have different worldviews after seeing it, maybe The world we see is fake, but the world they see is real?"
I'm not a philosopher, and I don't want to think deeply about this kind of question, because this kind of question is a question that will never have an answer.
"However, there is one person we haven't seen." I said.
"Who?" The head nurse frowned, looking a little unhappy.
I pointed my finger upwards, and said, "Of course it's above, we haven't seen that learned and talented elder yet."
The head nurse waved her hand, and then said: "No, absolutely not. No one can see this person. I told you that this person is too scary. He seems to be able to see through the hearts of others at a glance. In front of this person, you will It’s like wearing nothing. This person can penetrate your heart and dig out the secrets in your heart.”
Hearing what the head nurse said so wickedly, I asked, "You say that as if you've tried it yourself?"
The head nurse shook her head and said, "I haven't tried it, and I wouldn't try some things. Otherwise, why would he be locked up here?"
I said: "You may not be able to control me about this. I have an intuition that I must be able to get some useful clues from him."
Under repeated obstructions, and when I had approval documents, the head nurse could only dissuade me but could not stop me, and I also hope to see how this old man is different from others.
The head nurse couldn't help me, and told me outside the door: "I tell you, no matter what he says, you just don't believe it, and remember that he is a psychopath, not a scholar, otherwise he wouldn't live here gone."
As she spoke, the head nurse knocked lightly on the door, and a heavy "come in" sound came from inside.
The head nurse patted me on the shoulder and motioned me to go in.
I went in and closed the door, and the old man changed a pair of glasses and looked at me.
"Why are you nervous?" The old man pushed his eyes and asked, "Am I that scary? Have you heard those rumors about me again? In fact, sometimes I am also very strange. Why do I Sent here. Why don't you sit down and talk to me, sit down."
I looked at the old man, pulled the chair and sat down, and said, "I'm not nervous."
The old man shook his head and said, "No, you have. Human beings are sometimes ridiculous. They can't even understand their feelings. You may be able to deceive yourself, but subconscious actions cannot deceive us. You close the door The slightly bent body and the slight trembling of your fingers all indicate your nervousness."
"Psychology?" I looked at the old man without moving a bit, and said, "When I first came in, you gave me a big blow and couldn't help but lead me into your rhythm. Whether I answered yes or no, the chatter The initiative is already in your hands, so I will be passive, right?"
There was no expression on the old man's face, and he said, "Interesting, you also study psychology?"
I shook my head: "This is just the most introductory psychology. People who have a little grasp and can use it can create this kind of effect. I didn't come to you to listen to you show off psychology, you There are so many books in the cabinet, most of them are about the study of human psychology and motivation, I ask you to help me solve the case."
"Are you afraid?" The old man stared into my eyes, and I also looked into the eyes of the old man. Behind the glass, those eyes seemed to be able to see through the soul of a person, and seemed to be able to see the deepest secret in my heart: "Let me Let me think about it, I see anxiety and fear in your eyes, as well as cowardice and unwillingness."
I still stare into his eyes.
The old man dragged his chin with both hands, and said, "You have always been afraid of something in your heart, but what are you afraid of? Let me guess."
I shrugged.
The old man smiled and said: "I know what you are afraid of, you are afraid of being alone. The more you pretend to be indifferent, the more it shows your inner anxiety and anxiety. Although you sat down and did not make any movements .But your eyeballs moved, and you looked around the room."
The old man looked around and said, "You have to know that the more you have to cover up something, the more it will come out involuntarily. The more a person lacks something, the more he will show it, because he is always afraid that others will find out that he doesn't have it."
"Isn't it?" The old man said with a smile: "Then let me guess, why are you so lonely? Why don't you believe what others say in your bones, why don't you trust everyone? Well, this must have started since you were a child." Yes, you've been abandoned, you're an orphan, aren't you?"
I still didn't speak.
"Haha." The old man blinked at me: "So what you are most afraid of is betrayal, and what you are most afraid of is getting too close to someone. You would rather do everything alone, and you would rather die alone. Isn't it? So, have you ever wondered why you are like this?"
"Could it be that you don't find the reason from yourself?"