Song Que's death this time was natural. As a man who had been fighting for many years in the eyes of others, he showed signs of weakening year by year and died peacefully one night.
But something went wrong with the system.
During the transmission, Song almost felt the sharp voice of the system penetrate his mind: "Host, please pay attention to safety! An unknown error has occurred! Host, please pay attention to safety!"
Song didn't know whether it was because of the voice or the unknowable error in the system's mouth, but his whole body seemed to be grasped by something in his hand, and he felt twisted and painful.
After finally struggling to wake up, he was covered in cold sweat and panting heavily.
This is a room made up of black and white, with the occasional blue accessory, which doesn't make it feel dull, but it definitely doesn't make it feel positive either.
Song endured this feeling of exhaustion and called the system several times in his mind, but he never received a response. The system panel that he could easily open before disappeared, as if everything was just his imagination.
A woman's voice came from outside the door: "Manman, are you in there?"
Song Que frowned slightly and did not say anything immediately.
The woman walked closer and closer, knocked on the door, and said cautiously: "Manman, come out and eat some fruit."
Only then did Song Que confirm that "Manman" referred to him. He got up from the bed and flipped through the boy's brand new textbook when he passed by the desk. In the third year of high school, his first name was still Song Que, so Manman was his nickname.
Song felt uncomfortable all over, but it was not a physical discomfort, but an unexpected change that made him very uneasy.
Song opened the door. The woman outside the door was in her early forties, gentle and elegant. When she saw him opening the door, she subconsciously smiled, and the curvature of her eyebrows and eyes looked so careful.
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Song quickly realized that the eighteen-year-old boy might have had a quarrel with his family, so he lowered his eyes and remained silent, only responding with silence.
Mother Song obviously didn't think anything was wrong, so she gently held his hand and said, "Can you come out and have something to eat?"
But Song let her pull him and went to the living room, eating fruit without saying a word, listening to Song's mother talking there: "Manman, your father didn't mean that... You also know that when he was a criminal police officer, he was like this Such a problem. His friends, who are experts, are just bookish. How can these things be accurate? What kind of brain can determine a person? Then why do we need family education? My son, I know best. You are an upright and honest person. Kind-hearted child, your dad just got into trouble for a moment, so please ignore him."
Brain...
Song felt a headache, and he finally knew something was wrong. In the past, every time he entered a world, the system would simulate his physical qualities to those set by the original owner, but would not give him skills. But this body now is definitely not his. Even though he has traveled through these worlds, his body has always been fine-tuned in various ways by the system in order to fit in with the background, but he can still feel it if it is not his own body. Although he didn't know why he was so afraid of this body, it was definitely not his body.
Song's mother was still chattering, but Song Que had a splitting headache. In the end, he couldn't help but roll to the ground holding his head and screaming in pain.
Song did not remember what happened next. He might have fainted and then had a lengthy dream.
This dream made him even more certain that this was not the body he had been using since the beginning of time travel, but the body of a boy who had truly had an owner.
Because this dream is all his memories.
The young boy Song Que has had a smooth life since he was a child. He has good looks and a high IQ. Although he is not as carefree as ordinary boys, both girls and boys like to get along with him. He has always been a favorite of heaven.
Unexpectedly, in his senior year of high school, Song was dragged to play football with people from the neighboring school, and as a forward he scored two goals. When the game was about to end, I didn't know whether it was an accident or the opponent deliberately venting his anger. He kicked the ball towards Song Que and hit him in the head.
Song fell to the ground and fainted for a while. He was taken to the hospital and his father was called.
Song Yang and his colleague Xu Changping happened to get off work. Song Yang gave Xu Changping a ride. They received a call on the way and came to the hospital together.
Song Que was half asleep at that time and didn't look well. After Song Yang asked about the situation, he didn't get angry at the kid playing football. He frowned and went to discuss the examination with the doctor.
The impact of football is very strong, and concussion is only one of the possible consequences. It is also necessary to check for possible brain injuries.
Among the several tests ordered by the doctor was a positron emission tomography scan.
Positron emission tomography is a scanning method that uses isotope labeling and takes a certain amount of time. Song, who was lying in bed in a daze, cooperated meekly, not knowing how this examination would change his life.
Perhaps it was because this dream was from the memory perspective of young Song Que. Song Que did not know what happened after the test results came out. It spread that the brain pattern of young Song Que was that of a pervert.
This rumor spread not only in the hospital, but also in the school. No one specifically avoided him, but young Song could always feel that everyone was whispering behind his back. This feeling of being discussed almost drove him crazy.
But an even more unacceptable change occurred at home. The father, a serious but reliable detective, always looked at his son with an appraising eye. He seems to be thinking about whether he has had any signs of anti-social behavior over the years, and whether he will really become a ruthless killer.
This assessment drove the young man nearly crazy.
He didn't know what a psychopathic brain was, nor did he know why he, a perennial top student, had suddenly become a candidate for a future murderer. And his father should be at this moment the most. The people who supported him actually became the people who doubted him the most.
Song, a young man, mustered up the courage to have a good talk with his father, but accidentally spied on his parents' conversation.
Song's mother couldn't understand her husband. In her eyes, although her son was a little naughty and mischievous when he was a child, he was still within the range of normal boy pranks. When he grew up, he became more well-behaved and sensible, with excellent grades. A positron image of his brain showed that What can it mean
Song Yang sighed. He was an old detective. Over the years of working with Xu Changping, he had gone through a 180-degree change in the science related to criminal psychology, from not believing in it at the beginning to now relying on it. ? Xu Changping and a brain scientist studied the brain patterns of serial murderers in an attempt to explain the formation of psychopaths from a biological basis. So far, they have achieved fruitful results. Compared with pure psychological analysis, this is a quite scientific theory. Although it is not complete yet, it is already shining.
After Song Yang heard this theory, he always believed it until that day in the hospital, when Xu Changping told him with a solemn expression that his son had the same brain pattern as a perverted murderer.
Will my son turn into a psychotic murderer
This problem deeply troubled Song Yang.
Although he didn't say it, he had always been deeply proud of his son. It wasn't until this question appeared in his mind that the feelings of disobedience that had been buried in the past resurfaced.
Song Qi has always behaved very normally towards his family, but Song Yang occasionally feels that he is too indifferent to outsiders. This kind of indifference is not the indifference of not caring about people. When needed, Song will also smile, greet people politely, and show a shy smile when others praise him. But as soon as he turned his head, Song was able to calm down all his expressions, acting indifferently as if nothing had happened just now. Similarly, it is difficult for Song to show empathy for the pain of others, which is very similar to the lack of empathy mentioned by Xu Changping.
The more Song Yang thought about it, the more details emerged, making his heart feel colder by the inch. He thought of the many cases he had handled in the past. Not all murderers had a tragic and pitiful story. There were also people who lived a prosperous life and had good conditions, but committed a horrifying crime. Those are all psychopaths. They are fundamentally different from ordinary people and will not be bound by ethics and morals.
What should he do if his son is a potential murderer
Song Yang fell into endless pain.
But Song, the young man who overheard this, was not at ease. He was not only afraid of the fact that he might not be normal, but also deeply pained by his father's attitude towards him.
The young Song went to school as usual with such a tangled mood. Even if he was absent-minded, his studies were still easy and simple for him. He couldn't help but lean towards those psychopaths with superior intelligence and charismatic personalities, and found that they were basically consistent. This kind of knowledge has put the young Song Que on the verge of explosion, but someone just added fuel to the fire and discussed Song Que's perverted brain in the toilet cubicle.
No matter how likable a person is, he will be jealous of others. Perhaps when almost everyone liked Song Que, jealous people did not dare to come out and sing the opposite, and everything seemed peaceful. But when Song loses power, the person who has been harboring dissatisfaction can easily surface.
The young boy Song was in great need of venting, and the snarky boy just hit the muzzle of the gun. Song grabbed his collar and threw him into the corridor. The force was so strong that it was impossible to break away. The young man who was dragged by the collar could only follow his force and fall towards the corridor, otherwise his neck would be stuck by the collar and he would not be able to breathe. It's hard to go smoothly.
Song Que sat on him and began to beat him, punching hard to the flesh, and the sound was heard. The corridor was full of girls screaming, and some boys came up to start a fight. Song Que's strength alone could not withstand so many of them, but he was crazy enough and would pounce back as soon as he had the strength. He successfully pounced back several times. He was as fierce and persistent as a beast, driving the person who was trying to fight to the point of ecstasy. I was exhausted, and even felt a faint fear in my heart.
Because the boy who started the fight arrived in time, Song was not able to cause much harm to the boy who was talking nonsense. The two of them were invited to their hometown together. Because the boy didn't do anything, he was only told a few words that he shouldn't arrange for his classmates behind their backs.
But his mother was very dissatisfied. She felt that her son had been beaten and it was unfair for the teacher to teach him a lesson, so she said angrily: "Look at how he beat my son. Isn't he a psychopath?"
The young man Song did not speak. He looked at the boy and suddenly smiled sinisterly. The boy trembled and hid behind his mother.
Song Yang was on the side and saw the whole process. He stared at Song Que as if he were staring at a stranger.
But Song noticed Song Yang's gaze, and for the first time he didn't pay too much attention to it. It was like he was glanced at by a stranger, and he turned his head away without caring.
The author has something to say: The name of this world and some of its theoretical knowledge come from "Innate Psychopath", as well as some other psychological books, but I haven't finished reading them, so I won't list them one by one.