Gao Cang sighed deeply, turned his head, and said to the tape recorder next to him: "0098 has a new personality. He calls himself Mr. F, a mystery novelist. Mr. F has surreal fantasy symptoms that are completely different from the personality of Shuichi Hirata.
, he believes that he is a spiritual body from a higher dimension and is possessing this body."
Feng Bujue waited for him to finish speaking, then asked what he wanted to ask: "Doctor, since it is now 2005, then Pingtian's case has already been concluded. How was the case concluded in the end?"
Gao Cang replied: "Two deliberate murders, one of which 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 mentally ill prisoners." Gao Cang continued: "Every quarter we will conduct a new assessment of all prisoners." He paused: "That's why we are talking now."
"How has Pingtian performed in the past fifteen years?" Feng Bujue asked.
"It's more normal than you are now." Takakura replied, "When Hirata-kun told me when he was sober, as soon as he recalled what happened back then, he would enter a world of black and white. No matter how many times he saw
The memories are still about ghosts. Sometimes, Watanabe and Tachibana's personality will appear, and Hirata-kun will talk to himself at this time. I have also tried to communicate with these two personalities, and what happened in the case they described
, consistent with the police's records, I think these two people did not really remember what happened at that time, they just regarded the incident that the police later told Hirata as their own memories." His eyes flickered from the document.
He moved up and landed on Feng Bujue's face: "What about you? Mr. F, you seem to be very interested in that case. Does that mean you don't know what happened in the end?"
"Yes, I was just about to ask. Fifteen years have passed. Since the result of the trial is two intentional murders, then... the body of Officer Yamada should have been found, right?" Feng Bujue asked.
"It was seven years after the incident that Officer Yamada's body was found." Gao Cang replied, "It was about that time that I started to contact you."
"Why... even though Yamada's body was not found back then, could he still be convicted of 'two murders'?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Well..." Gao Cang said: "Based on the situation at the time, the case is very clear. Mr. Hirata is already mentally disturbed and has no relatives. There is no one who can stand up and speak for him. The court assigned him
The defense lawyer is also doing a guilty plea, so... basically what the prosecutor says is whatever it is, and all the evidence points to one fact, which is to kill the policeman, seize the gun, and then rush in and go crazy."
"Absurd." Feng Bujue said: "How can you take it for granted that it is the fact before all possibilities have been eliminated? Maybe Yamada killed Fukui, then hid the gun in Hirata's house, and then killed him in Hirata's house.
In the long house, Hariko Sato strangled herself and pretended to commit suicide, and finally escaped... So, Hirata in the twenty-seventh
It can be explained that Bai Yao went to work in the company as if nothing happened."
Gao Cang looked at him for two seconds: "Haha... Mr. F, if you could have appeared fifteen years ago and defended yourself as Hirata Shuichi, you might have been able to get away with it." He picked up a piece of paper on the table.
Zhang document: "Unfortunately, nowadays
i, there are at least two points that can overturn your assumption. First, there is no intersection between Yamada, Fukui, Hirata, and Sato Hariko. The police have already checked. Regardless of relatives, friends, interests, etc., they are all
It’s completely unrelated, so he had no motive to do these things; secondly, the place where Yamada’s body was found was in Hirata that was destroyed by a typhoon.
It took seven years for the land under the ruins of House I to be reclaimed.
The fu was sold, and the body was dug out while laying the foundation for the building. The time of death was estimated to be seven years ago. Although the body had been turned into bones, there were obvious signs of death from trauma. This was undoubtedly a corpse hidden after murder.
"
"Well..." Feng Bujue was silent for a few seconds and replied: "Okay, actually I was just dissatisfied with the original trial process, so I just made some assumptions about the case that can be used as a defense reason."
"There is no doubt about Hirata-kun's guilt, 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 are not real either." Feng Bujue interrupted Gao Cang and thought to himself: I finally understand the meaning of this script.
Gao Cang had a sullen face and suddenly stopped talking.
"You said that not long after Yamada's body was found, you started to contact Hirata. When I heard this, I understood." Feng Bujue said: "Seven years after the incident, when Hirata learned that Yamada's body was found, he
This creates another entry...you."
Gao Cang said: "Ah... you mean, Watanabe and Tachibana and I are the same existence?"
"No, you are at a higher level than them. In my opinion... Hirata's spiritual world should have a total of four levels." Feng Bujue said unhurriedly: "In November 1990, Hirata Shuichi committed two crimes.
He went crazy after committing a murder and witnessing his wife's suicide. Since then, his mind has been imprisoned in the deepest level for most of the time, a world of terror and chaos.
One month later, the investigation of the case
As it gradually became clear, Hirata experienced repeated interrogations and obtained certain information in court, so he developed two new identities-Dr. Watanabe and Tachibana. These two identities can change his personality from
He was brought out of the distorted memories of black and white chaos and brought to the second world to give him a certain amount of breathing time, and to help and urge him to deny those memories about ghosts and monsters and try to restore the true memories."
Feng Bujue licked Qian Se's lips: "The psychiatrist can only hypnotize the inmates to conduct interviews at most, and will not go as far as shooting videos. I should have known that the space where Watanabe and Tachibana are located is also the spiritual world.
...There is a deeper subconscious than what you have here, between rational thinking and distorted memories." He stared into Gao Cang's eyes: "And you, or rather, the cell we are in at the moment, is the first
Three floors.”
Gao Cang said: "Then what do I represent?"
"It's also a memory." Feng Bujue said: "You represent the past eight years...Pingtian's normal and credible memories in his mind." He leaned on the back of the chair, raised his head, and wanted to do a habitual gesture of touching the bridge of his nose.
, but realized that his hands were still handcuffed, he could only continue: "Time has faded some things. After seven years of mental illness treatment, there are two other qualifications to help him relieve stress, plus the benefits he received in prison.
Knowing the exact news and place of Yamada's death, Hirata came to the third floor.
At this level, he can talk to you, analyze some things calmly and objectively, accept and understand the current situation. If Hirata can stay here with you and never return to the deeper levels, even if he cannot recover the memory of that time
, at least he can recover and return to normal." 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 has compiled alone, so I said, these memories
It's normal and believable, and he doesn't want to be confused with others. But the existence of the tape recorder just shows that Hirata's time to stay here is limited."
Gao Cang's face showed a look of helplessness: "Mr. F, what you said is basically right, but I regret to tell you that there are only three floors here." He sighed: "My place is the closest to the real world.
On the first floor." He glanced around: "The recorder...and these files on the table are all Hirata's memories. And this room is roughly a projection of the cell where Hirata lives in reality, but there is no such thing in the real cell.
Tables, chairs and lamps.”
"Only three floors?" Feng Bujue said: "How could it be..." He looked suspicious and thought: The memory of Hirata's motive has been restored, the memory of killing Fukui has been restored and distorted, he witnessed Sato
Although Hariko's memory of hanging 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 until seven years later, he learned
Regarding the circumstances related to Yamada's death, Takakura only revealed limited information and knew nothing about the murder process... "It's impossible. If there is no higher level, it means that the death of Officer Yamada is related to Hirata.
It has nothing to do with it." Feng Bujue said categorically: "That memory does not exist in his brain at all, so it cannot be found on any level."
Gao Cang shook his head: "But the facts have pointed out..."
"Give me a mirror." Feng Bujue interrupted.
"What are you going to do?" Gao Cang asked.
"I want to leave here." Feng Bujue replied.
"The most you can do is return to the real world, and when you arrive in reality, it means that Hirata will return to me, or fall to two levels 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 posture of a higher-dimensional life: "Just give me a mirror."
In the blink of an eye, Dr. Gao Cang disappeared, leaving only Feng Bujue 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, supporting it and facing it.
Stand diagonally upward.
Feng Bujue dragged his chair forward twice and came to an angle where he could look closely at the mirror. He saw that the man in the mirror was not him. It was a man who looked to be in his forties.
A man with unshaven beard and pale face.
"Shuichi Hirata, we finally meet." 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 the moment
He was more than ten years older, but he still recognized him.
