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Gao Cang sighed deeply, turned his head, and said to the tape recorder next to him: "0098 has produced a new personality, calling himself Mr. F, a reasoner. Mr. F has surreal and imaginary symptoms that are very different from Hirata Hideichi's personality. He thinks I am a spiritual body from a higher dimension, and I am possessing this body."
After Feng Bujue finished speaking, he asked what he wanted to ask: "Doctor, since it is 2005, the case of Hirata has already been concluded. May I ask how it was closed in the end?"
Gao Cang replied: "Two deliberate murders, one of whom was a police officer, the circumstances are very serious, but considering your motive and mental state, the final sentence is life imprisonment."
"Is this a mental hospital?" Feng Bujue asked.
"This is a prison for the mentally ill." Gao Cang continued: "We will conduct a new assessment of all prisoners every quarter." He paused: "That's why we are talking now."
"How has Hirata performed in the past fifteen years?" Feng Bujue asked.
"It's more normal than you are now." Gao Cang replied, "Mr. Hirata told me when he was sober, as long as he recalled what happened back then, he would enter a world of black and white. No matter how many times he saw The most important thing is the memory of ghosts. Sometimes, the personalities of Watanabe and Tachibana will appear, and Hirata-kun will talk to himself at this time. I have also tried to communicate with these two personalities. The incidents they described, and The police records are consistent, and I don’t think these two personalities really remember what happened at that time, they just regard the incident that the police later told Hirata as their own memory.” His eyes moved away from the document, and fell to On Feng Bujue's face: "What about you? Mr. F, you seem to be very interested in that case, so that means you don't know what happened, right?"
"Yes, I was just about to ask. Fifteen years have passed, and since the result of the trial was two premeditated murders, then... Police Officer Yamada's body should have been found, right?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Seven years after the incident, the body of Police Officer Yamada was found." Gao Cang replied, "It was around that time that I also started contacting you."
"Why... Even Yamada's body was not found back then, so can he be convicted of 'two murders'?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Well..." Gao Cang said: "Based on the circumstances at that time, the case is very clear. Mr. Hirata is already insane and has no relatives. No one can stand up for him. The defense lawyer appointed by the court It’s also a guilty plea, so... Basically, what the prosecutor says is what it is, and all the evidence points to the fact that it kills the police, seizes the gun, and then kills and goes crazy.”
"Ridiculous." Feng Bujue said: "How can you take it for granted that it is a fact before you have ruled out all possibilities. Maybe it was Yamada who killed Fukui, then hid the gun in Hirata's Zhizi Sato strangled to death in the longhouse, pretended to commit suicide, and finally escaped... Then, it makes sense for Hirata to go to work in the company during the day on the 27th as if nothing had happened."
Gao Cang looked at him for two seconds: "Hehe...Mr. F, if you could have appeared fifteen years ago and defended yourself as Hirata Shuichi, it might really be possible to get away with it." He picked up a piece of paper on the table. Document: "Unfortunately, today, there are at least two points that can overturn your hypothesis. First, there is no intersection between Yamada and Fukui, Hirata, and Sato Zhizi. The police have already investigated it. Regardless of relatives, friends, interests relationship, etc., they are irrelevant, so he has no motivation to do these things; second, the place where Yamada’s body was found was under the ruins of the old house in Hirata that was destroyed by the typhoon, and the land was not released by the government until seven years later. Sold, the body was dug up when the foundation of the building was being laid. The time of death was presumed to be seven years ago, and although the body had turned into bones, there were obvious signs of traumatic death, which is undoubtedly a post-murder hoarding.”
"Hmm..." Feng Bujue was silent for a few seconds, and then replied: "Well, actually, I was just dissatisfied with the original trial process, and I just wanted to make a case hypothesis that can be used as a defense."
"Mr. Hirata's crime is beyond doubt, Mr. F." Gao Cang said: "Now, since I have satisfied your curiosity, why don't you cooperate with me and answer some of my questions..."
"Sure enough, you're not real either." Feng Bujue interrupted Gao Cang, and said in his heart: I finally understand the meaning of this script.
Gao Cang's face was sullen, and he suddenly stopped talking.
"You said that shortly after Yamada's body was found, you started to contact Hirata. I understood when I heard this sentence." Feng Bujue said: "Seven years after the incident, when Hirata learned that Yamada's body was found, he Then another personality was born... you."
Gao Cang said: "Heh... you mean, I am the same existence as Watanabe and Tachibana?"
"No, your level is higher than theirs. In my opinion... Hirata's spiritual world should have four levels." Feng Bujue said unhurriedly: "In November 1990, Hirata Hideichi committed two murders. And went mad after witnessing his wife's suicide. Since then, his mind has spent most of his time locked in the deepest level, a world of horror and confusion.
A month later, the investigation of the case became clearer. Hirata experienced repeated interrogations and obtained certain information in court, so he produced two new personalities—Doctor Watanabe and Police Department Tachibana. These two personalities can bring him out of the distorted memories of black and white chaos and bring him to the second world, so that he can get a certain breathing time, and help and urge him to deny those memories about ghosts and try to restore the real memories. . "
Feng Bujue licked his dry lips: "The psychiatrist is at best hypnotizing the prisoner for questioning, not to the point of making a video. I should have known that the space Watanabe and Tachibana are in is also a spiritual world... there is The subconscious layer is deeper than yours, between rational thinking and distorted memories." He stared at Gao Cang's eyes: "And you, or the cell we are in at the moment, is the third floor."
Gao Cang said: "Then what do I represent?"
"It's also a memory." Feng Bujue said: "You represent the normal and credible memories in Hirata's mind for the past eight years." He leaned back on the chair, raised his head, and wanted to make a habitual movement to touch the bridge of his nose. But realizing that his hands were still handcuffed, he had no choice but to continue: "Time has faded some things. After seven years of psychiatric treatment, there are two other personalities to help him relieve stress. In addition, he learned that Yamada was in prison. The news of his death and the location of his death brought Hirata to the third floor.
At this level, he can talk to you, analyze some things calmly and objectively, accept and recognize the status quo. If Hirata can stay with you all the time and never go back to the two deeper layers, even if he can't recover the memory of that time, at least he can recover to a normal person. "Feng Bujue's eyes moved to the mini tape recorder: "The tape recorder is the conversation between him and you...or in other words, it is the memory that he sorted out by himself, so I said that these memories are normal and credible, and he doesn't want to talk to you. other confusion. But the existence of the tape recorder just shows that Hirata's time here is limited. "
Gao Cang showed a helpless expression on his face: "Mr. F, what you said is basically correct, but I regret to tell you that there are only three floors here." He sighed: "My place is the closest to the real world. It’s the first floor.” He glanced around: “The tape recorder… and the documents on the desk are all Hirata’s memories. And this room is roughly the projection of the prison where Hirata lives in reality, but there is no desk in the real prison. chair and lamp."
"Only three floors?" Feng Bujue said, "How could it be..." He looked suspicious, and thought: The memory of Hirata's motivation has been recovered, and the memory of killing Fukui has been recovered and distorted. He witnessed Sato Zhizi Although the memory of hanging himself was also distorted, it was also restored. These should have gradually emerged before and after his arrest, but why did he have no memory of killing Yamada? Even after learning about Yamada's death seven years later, Takakura's personality only revealed some limited information and knew nothing about the murder process...
"Impossible. If there is no upper floor, it means that the death of Officer Yamada has nothing to do with Hirata." Feng Bujue said firmly: "That memory does not exist in his brain at all, so no matter which floor it is Can't find it."
Gao Cang shook his head: "But the facts point out..."
"Give me a mirror." Feng Bujue interrupted.
"What are you going to do?" Kakashi asked.
"I want to leave here." Feng Bujue replied.
"The most you can do is to return to the real world, and when you arrive in the real world, it means that Hirata will return to me, or fall into two layers deeper." Gao Cang seemed to be advising him.
"I'm not going up there." Feng Bujue said, "I'm going next door."
"Next door? What do you mean?" Gao Cang asked.
"You won't understand." Feng Bujue finally put on some high-dimensional life posture: "Just give me a mirror."
In the blink of an eye, Dr. Gao Cang disappeared, and only Feng Bujue was left in the room. On the table in front of him, a small mirror with a frame appeared. There was a plastic bracket behind the frame to support it. Stand upright.
Feng Bujue dragged the chair and moved forward a few times until he came to an angle where he could have a close look at the mirror. He saw that the man in the mirror was not himself. It was a man in his forties with an unshaven beard. , pale man.
"Xiuichi Hirata, we finally met." Feng Bujue said to the face in the mirror. He had seen Hirata's resume in the original black and white world, and there was a photo on it, although the face in front of him at this moment A decade older, but he still recognizes it.
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