Shen Yexi felt that she might never forget the strange expression on the woman's head when they broke in.
As described by Jiang Hu, she was thin, with long yellow hair, sunken cheeks, and dry lips. But the woman's mouth was tightly pursed into a line, which made the lines of her whole face sharp, with a pair of undisguised vicious, vicious, and terrifying eyes.
The room was very messy, and there were explosive fuses on the ground that hadn't been cleaned up in time. She didn't move, and just looked fearlessly at the police detectives who rushed in and surrounded her.
Shen Yexi's expression was very cold. When he was making jokes with his colleagues and partners, his casual look disappeared. His eyes seemed to be piercing a woman, and he said with almost no fluctuations: "Zheng Yujie, what are you doing now? Suspected of obstructing public safety and murder, if you have any excuses, you can ask a lawyer, and we will go back to the interrogation room to talk."
The woman looked at him calmly, and then suddenly smiled, a little sarcastic, but also indescribably contemptuous.
"Police?" Her voice was low and hoarse, like a man talking, "It's so majestic."
Shen Yexi gestured to Yang Man and Su Junzi: "Search."
The two left in response.
Shen Yexi said in a deep voice, "Raise your hand."
Zheng Yujie still looked at him mockingly and indifferently, unmoved. Shen Yexi amplified the volume a little, and said word by word: "I said raise your hand!"
At this time, Zheng Yujie slowly stretched out her hand from the pocket of her coat, and the pupils of the people around her shrank without exception. In an instant, four or five black holes were aimed at this seemingly thin woman—she was holding a gun in her hand. A tiny remote.
"Don't do anything stupid." An Yining slowly approached from behind her, she actually had a little sympathy for this poor woman who had lost her child, "Put it down, don't you start that thing?" Will shoot faster than us!"
Zheng Yujie turned her gaze to look at her, and said slowly, "You pulled the trigger with your Gogou finger, and I pulled the explosives with your Gogou finger. Who knows?"
An Yining froze for a moment, she suddenly noticed that when Zheng Yujie was talking to her, there was a fleeting distorted expression on her face, as if someone was enduring great pain, despairing Like desperately calling for help.
Shen Yexi interrupted her, and snorted softly: "Then you can try, is your finger faster or mine. I'll count to three, if you don't put down that thing, I think you are going to detonate the bomb, Execute the kill."
"One," he said.
Zheng Yujie's eyes seemed to suddenly shine out of light, she looked straight into Shen Yexi's eyes without avoiding, with a confident look... as if she was innocent.
"Two." Shen Yexi's hand holding the gun was extremely steady, and his tone barely fluctuated.
"No! Don't shoot!" At this moment, a person rushed into the door, and the special police officers guarding there saw the person coming, hesitated for a moment, and did not stop him. An Yining happened to be facing the door, and she felt as if she had never seen Jiang Hu who lost his composure like this—the hair was disheveled, the hair on his forehead was stained with sweat, and his pale face had an unhealthy blush after strenuous exercise.
Zheng Yujie chuckled, and moved her fingers violently, wanting to press the remote control button. Although Shen Yexi was distracted by Jiang Hu's shout, his hands were unambiguous like a conditioned reflex. The gunshot rang out in a small room, and the woman trembled violently, like a woman whose electricity was cut off suddenly. Mechanical doll, all movement stopped, fingers dangling dangerously just a little away from the buttons.
Then all the resentment, provocation, and sarcasm on her face disappeared, and a relieved smile appeared on her face.
Jiang Hu only had time to witness her falling body like a broken kite, and she stood there in a daze for a moment.
Shen Yexi put away the gun expressionlessly, supported Jiang Hu, and gave An Jie, who came after him, a hard look - the latter's eyes were fixed on the woman who fell on the ground, with a face that was not serious all the year round. It is rare to see a little dignified.
Jiang Hu seemed to have lost his strength after the instant eruption. He was almost paralyzed in Shen Yexi's arms. He couldn't tell where the pain was. It seemed that many wounds were split open and connected hotly. He Looking at the woman who fell on the ground, subconsciously, the fingers gripping his sleeve tightened little by little.
Zheng Yujie looks serene and peaceful now. No one knows why a vicious murderer and bomber has such an expression on his face, and then she also saw Jiang Hu: "It's you..."
The blush on Jiang Hu's face due to strenuous exercise faded away, as if he was palening at a speed visible to the naked eye. His voice was hoarse, and he shook his head slowly: "He asked you to steal the anesthetic from the zoo for him, to make bombs for him, put them on the bus, and to pick prey for him, you can't defy him, can you? ?Actually... you didn't kill anyone, did you?"
Shen Yexi put one arm around Jiang Hu's waist and the other around Jiang Hu's shoulder. The person in his arms was very thin, the kind of haggard thinness, as if the arms around him seemed too long of. Hearing Jiang Hu's words, his scalp exploded suddenly, and he looked down at the blood-stained woman in disbelief.
— the murderer who suddenly lost his viciousness.
The woman didn't answer Jiang Hu, but just smiled softly.
"It's not your fault, you even want to protect those people in the car, right?"
"I... can't defy him, I can only kill him... let him go to hell with me... Jiang... right..."
She choked, and just kept her eyes half-opened, letting Jiang Hu's small reflection be reflected in it, and then the light inside gradually went out, and finally it was empty, with nothing left.
Jiang Hu remembered a sentence that he had always felt very sad: death is like a lamp going out.
Destiny is like a knife, and sometimes knowing that resistance is dripping with blood, you still can't help but fight with your flesh and blood, for the minimum dignity of human beings. Jiang Hu suddenly felt his lack of Chinese vocabulary. At that moment, he couldn't describe his mood, he just felt exhausted.
Then Shen Yexi seemed to sigh, and silently supported him, half-supporting and half-embracing him to go out.
Jiang Hu's eyes were fixed on the face of the deceased. He thought it was hard for him to say what he saw just now. Is it remorse, anger, struggle, despair, confusion, pain, or... tenderness and love
Yang Man came out from another room, holding two evidence bags in his hand, which contained photos of the two murdered families. It seemed that they were all stolen from the deceased's house. On the family portrait representing happiness, everyone's Countless lines were drawn with red pens on their bodies, as if they had been whipped with blood marks on them.
The murderer had repeated his murder process over and over again.
After a while, the bomb disposal team finished inspecting the scene. With incredible expressions, they showed everyone the remote control that Zheng Yujie had just held in his hand—there was no battery in it. There was nothing in the room that could explode either.
Sheng Yao, who had been watching silently, couldn't help asking in a low voice: "Why?"
Why did she seek death? What does that last expression on her face mean? Did she kill the person? she…
Jiang Hu's expression slowly eased, and he glanced at Shen Yexi: "Don't worry, you hit the wrong person."
Although Shen Yexi remained calm except for the initial astonishment, everyone understood his uneasiness. Hearing Jiang Hu's words, Shen Yexi's eyes flashed, and he paused: "Then why did you say, do you think so?" Didn't she kill it?"
With some difficulty, Jiang Hu sat down on a chair that Anjie brought for him, and said softly, "It's a terrifying thing to be locked up with a murderer, but do you know what's more terrifying?"
"What?"
"The murderer is locked in his heart, like a cursed shadow, who will never die."
Shen Yexi understood what happened, and asked him: "You said before that the bomber and the murderer are not the same person, is it because she has a dual personality?"
An Yining's eyes widened: "Are there really multiple personalities in the world? It's like one person has two brains?"
There was a smile at the corner of Jiang Hu's mouth, but his eyes were still empty: "It is impossible for a person to have two brains. I am more inclined to say that multiple personalities don't exist. She just couldn't bear the reality, so she created a brain for herself. I created a false image, more like a fantasy...but I was trapped in this falsehood and couldn't get out."
His expression was very tired, and he even faintly felt a little depressed: "So she can only live in such extreme fear all the time, no one can save her, no one can pull her out from the devil, and we can only perish together."
While witnessing the danger, the selfish humanity for survival and the indifference of the surroundings, she is chased and manipulated by the demons in her consciousness. Perhaps for her, living is a nightmare.
Shen Yexi dragged his coat down and put it on Jiang Hu, and said in a low voice: "I found out that a child fell into the water in the countryside on the outskirts of the city, and the two tourists who were fishing next to him were indifferent. Later, it was said that the two tourists died strangely in the local hotel. At that time, people in the village said it was retribution, and the case was never solved. Later, I asked Yining to investigate. At that time, Zheng Yujie was there, visiting her parents who lived in the countryside. Did that stimulate her? At that time, she had Can't you fully control your body?"
"I don't know." Jiang Hu was silent for a while, closed his eyes again, and said dreamily, "I don't know..."
She hates this world so much, but kindness and morality make it difficult for her to do things that hurt others... Even she couldn't find the person responsible for the tragic death of her young daughter. Control her, be beaten back by reason, and then struggle...
Then that "he" appeared in her consciousness. At the beginning, her own consciousness didn't perceive the danger, but instead condoned the appearance of "him", because that was what she wanted to become but could not become. , being able to vent her anger at will, that power and madness even gave her a strange sense of release and security—something that the ex-husband who abandoned their mother and daughter could not give her.
It was a complete demon, inhumane, heartless, cruel and bloodthirsty. Slowly, "he" even attempted to control her, dominate her consciousness, and manipulate her to blow up innocent children and kill innocent adults. people.
Yes, she fought, she tried her best to minimize the casualties on the bus, she tried to give the children of the deceased family a decent death and a peaceful body, but she also compromised, she couldn't contain the pain in her heart Anger, anger at an indifferent and selfish world, anger at an irresponsible ex-husband.
As a result, she was controlled by "him" again and again, surrendering control over her body.
until…
until…
Finally, she could no longer bear the conflict in her heart, and decided to use the most decisive method to resist that "demon" once.
She won.
ps
Regarding multiple personalities, in fact, this is just a novel, and there are not so dramatic things in real life.
The above understanding of Jiang Xiaodai is just my family’s opinion. I know that there are still many controversies, but I am more inclined to believe that this is a self-protection mechanism activated by people when they face stressors. Delusions born of one's own personality flaws are like a different kind of fight-or-flight response.
In the third edition of the "Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders" published in 1980, multiple personality is defined as "the existence of two or more unique personalities in an individual, each of which is dominant at a specific time. These Personalities are independent of each other, autonomous, and exist as a whole self."
I personally don't believe in this statement, I think maybe these personalities seem to be unconnected and independent from each other, just like two souls living in one body, but one of them must be false Yes, it originated from the subject's personality for some reason, and it is another manifestation of its pathology.
Another name for split personality is "dissociative identity disorder." It has been theorized that the presence of a child sufferer indicates something other than the sufferer's imagination. But I doubt whether the causes of disease in children are necessarily the same as in adults.
Students who know more about this aspect are welcome to discuss.