Su Jinzhi was startled, and asked No. 1: "Are you sure?"
"It's not just me who is sure." Number One told him, "Your partner is also very sure."
Sure enough, as soon as No. 1 finished speaking, Jiang Lishan took his hand and pulled him behind him, watched Ai Shuai being pushed away by the nurse, then took him to the office, handed him some snacks and books, and said with a smile: "Jin Can you just sit here for a while? I'm going to deal with some things and I'll be back soon."
Su Jinzhi raised his head and looked at him. What the man said sounded very relaxed, no different from the usual tone of coaxing him.
But that's just the appearance.
Su Jinzhi let out a "hmm".
Jiang Lishan touched his head, bowed his head and kissed him on the corner of his lips: "I'll let a nurse come here to accompany you, and I'll take you home after I've dealt with those things, okay?"
"Okay." Su Jinzhi also smiled at him, "I'll wait for you, Doctor Jiang."
Jiang Lishan kissed him again, then opened the door and walked out, before he was far away, he heard Jiang Lishan took out his mobile phone and called someone: "Ai Shuai didn't have a split personality, he was sober when he killed..."
Su Jinzhi asked No. 1: "Did I do something bad?"
Number one said: "It's hard to say."
"I don't think so." Su Jinzhi said, "Ai Shuai killed so many people, isn't it good that he was found to be a disguise? He is about to be sent to the electric chair."
"coming… "
"Knock knock—"
There were two crisp knocking sounds at the door, which blurred No. 1's voice, and Su Jinzhi didn't hear what it said clearly.
Su Jinzhi looked back, his eyes caught a glimpse of whiteness, he thought it was the nurse Jiang Lishan said would come in to accompany him, so he didn't think much, turned his head back, and asked No. 1, "What did you just say?"
"I said." There was a sound of locking the door, No. 1 paused, and then continued after the room was completely quiet, "Ai Shuai is here."
The doctor's office is different from the ward. The door of the ward cannot be locked, nor can it be opened from the inside, but the doctor's door is locked, and it cannot be opened even with a key.
Su Jinzhi froze for a moment, and the potato chips in his mouth fell.
At the same time, a cool knife was attached to his neck. It was a scalpel, very cold and sharp.
"Hi, my little cutie." Ai Shuai buried his head on the side of his neck, took a deep breath, and exclaimed, "You smell so good." As he spoke, Ai Shuai inserted a knife into his shoulder, With the collarbone moving, the flesh on his neck was completely lifted.
Su Jinzhi quickly felt cold at first, and then suffered unbearable pain, but Ai Shuai was prepared, and he stuffed a piece of cotton cloth into Su Jinzhi's mouth, making him unable to scream.
"Don't move, Mr. Su, or I'm afraid the knife will hurt your body again." Ai Shuai threatened Su Jinzhi with a smile.
Su Jinzhi couldn't cry out, the feeling of skin and flesh being separated was too painful, and when the spasm caused by the severe pain passed, physiological tears burst out all at once.
"It's so pitiful." Ai Shuai walked around in front of him, and gently wiped the tears on his face, only then did Su Jinzhi see his appearance.
He was wearing a white nurse's uniform, and his long-term hunger strike had made his cheeks so thin that they were sunken, like a skeleton wrapped in human skin. Su Jinzhi glanced at his badge, it was the nurse who just pushed Ai Shuai away.
After Ai Shuai wiped away his tears, he gently rolled up his sleeves, lowered his head and bit his arm hard, almost biting off the piece of meat.
Su Jinzhi's body bounced violently, he broke away from Ai Shuai's hand and pushed him to the ground, he clenched his fist and hit him hard in the face, he felt that since Ai Shuai was so thin now, he could resist anyway, he couldn't just In this way, he was controlled by Ai Shuai and killed by him.
But there is always a certain difference between perverts and ordinary people. Before Su Jinzhi's fist touched Ai Shuai, Ai Shuai kicked him over, rolled over and pushed him to the ground, with the knife against his neck, breathing because of excitement. But the urgency was severe, and the laughter became a little weird, like a "ho ho" breaking wind: "Are you in love with Dr. Jiang recently? Mr. Su."
Su Jinzhi's pupils shrank slightly, he bit his lower lip and did not speak.
"Don't admit it?" Ai Shuai tilted his head, his blue eyes were clear and clean, as beautiful as crystal, "Don't deny it, I can smell it."
Ai Shuai bent down and sniffed his face with his nose: "I smell the sour smell of love on your body... Two men, hahahahaha!"
Ai Shuai laughed, and Su Jinzhi turned his head to look at the door. Jiang Lishan's office door also had a small window, but they were all lying on the ground now and couldn't see anything.
"I never thought that two men could be together." Ai Shuai grinned grimly and licked his lips, "Mr. Su, you are very beautiful. Would you like to be the protagonist of my new dream?"
"Being your father..." Su Jinzhi said to Ai Shuai.
Excessive blood loss caused his body temperature to drop rapidly, and the blood-soaked hospital gown gradually became colder in the air, wrapping him tightly like ice. Su Jinzhi raised his head, his consciousness was a little blurred, and he murmured subconsciously: " so cold… "
After saying these words, many images suddenly appeared in front of Su Jinzhi's eyes. It was difficult for him to express his feelings at that moment. Su Jinzhi only felt that he had returned to a dream at that moment. His eyes could still see the things in front of him, but his body was no longer there. under his control.
He saw the crying young man with his arms folded in his dream. After saying these three words, he suddenly stopped all his movements and stared straight at the wooden door in front of him.
"Little beast!" The wooden door was kicked open by his father. The ferocious adult man was breathing rapidly, his eyes were wide open, as if they were about to fall out, and he was swearing and saying some nasty things. words, but the momentum became a little weak due to the violent breathing, "Didn't I tell you? Tell you not to make noodles—"
The voice stopped abruptly, and the adult man took a big gulp of air, and seemed to have noticed something was wrong. People who do dangerous business like him have to learn to watch their words, otherwise they won't even know when they will die.
But now, he could clearly perceive that the young man in the yard had changed—that person was not his son.
His breathing was still heavy, his fingers and the soles of his feet gradually became cold and numb with the rising subtle fear, he took a step back, but staggered a few times due to the numbness of his hands and feet.
Seeing his frightened look, the young man in the yard suddenly tilted his head to the side, showing a faint smile.
His face was very white, his lips were very pale, and his eyes were dark gray. There was still a puddle of blood on the snow beside him, dripping from his arm.
Seeing this, the adult man's chest heaved even more violently. It was obvious that the air was being sucked into his lungs, but he felt that he couldn't breathe. His chest was oppressed like a huge stone was pressed on his chest. When he spoke again, his voice became weaker. With a little panting: "Smelly, boy... what are you looking at?"
When the young man heard his words, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared. He stared at the man firmly, bent slightly to pick up the ax he used to chop wood from the ground beside him, and strode towards the man.
"You...you!" The man stared wide-eyed, and the door was too late to close, and he kept backing away. He wanted to turn around and leave the room, but the suffocation in his chest and the numbness rapidly spreading from his limbs made him feel uncomfortable. His movements became extremely slow, and after tripping his heel on the coffee table, he sat directly on the sofa and couldn't move.
His whole body was unconscious, and it convulsed unnaturally. The numbness felt like being eaten by thousands of ants spread all over every corner of his body. He moved his lips, but he couldn't say a word. He could keep his eyes wide open and watch the young man walking towards him with an ax in hand.
The young man looked at him as if he was looking at a piece of lifeless wood. The man looked into his eyes, and fear engulfed him like a cage. He couldn't turn his head, but he could see the young man walking behind him from the corner of his eye. He raised his hand and pressed his neck forward, exposing his fragile neck to the young man's sight.
"Uh...uh!" The man lowered his head and panted heavily, his paralyzed voice was no longer under his control, which made him unable to speak smoothly, so he could only open his eyes very wide, staring at the dark sandalwood floor in front of him.
He wanted to turn his head to see the appearance of the young man, but he still couldn't do so.
Then, he felt a chill on his neck, and something hit the back of his head hard, and his vision suddenly widened. In the red blood sprayed all over the sky, he finally saw the young man's face as he wished, and His own headless body—the youth chopped off his head like wood.
And the young man who cut off his father's head saw that the annoying man couldn't say anything anymore, wiped the blood spattered on his face, carefully avoided the blood on the floor, walked outside and sat down, Wiping the blood off the ax with his sleeve, he threw it back into place and sat down on the stake, staring at the blood he shed on the snow, without saying a word.
It wasn't until dusk that he moved his body a little.
The backyard was a little dark at this time, because all the sunset glow was blocked by the hut. The young man stood up from the stake, raised his arms to hug himself, and murmured softly: "It's so cold..."
so cold.
These three words repeatedly appeared in Su Jinzhi's dream, the frequency was similar to that of headless corpses, human heads and blood-red houses, but they were always ignored by him because they were too ordinary.
However, the three seemingly ordinary words are the switching point of the original subject-guest personality.
The memory of the subject personality and the object personality are not connected. At this moment, Su Jinzhi finally understood why he did not continue to have that dream again, because the remaining memories are all of the object personality.
And the end of the dream was connected with the first dream again—he saw the main personality appear, looked at the wooden house suspiciously, pushed open the wooden door and walked in. Afterwards, he kicked a human head, a headless corpse was sitting on the sofa, and the human head he held in his hand was the head of his father who looked a bit like him.
The head stared at him with eyes open.