"Yes, I want to marry her when I grow up. Every time Carpenter Zhang beats me and I go to bed, she helps me untie me and sheds tears too. Hey, she is a good girl." Du Laoxie said without hiding it.
"Have you ever expressed your feelings to her?" Ye Duckweed asked.
"No!"
"Does she understand how you feel about her?"
"I don't know, but I often carve small things out of wood and give them to her, and she accepts them very happily. There are many of them in the house, and they are arranged very neatly."
The path of growth from a carpenter to a master craftsman is due to the deep love of a young man. Du Laoxie believes that he and his adoptive father's daughter, childhood sweethearts, will definitely get married, but the arrangements of fate are often cruel and ruthless.
"Mr. Du, what happened to her?" Ye Duckweed was very observant and discovered Du Laoxie's hidden regret.
"When she was eighteen years old, she got married to a man from a neighboring village in exchange for a gift of 20,000 yuan. I wanted to die in pain, so I carved a dummy based on her appearance and hid it under the bed, and hugged her at night.
I slept with the dummy. As a result, my adoptive father found out. He beat me like crazy, then burned the dummy and burned my heart. Sometimes, the more ordinary a person is, the more tragic he becomes.
"More." Du Laoxie shook his head, but at this time his face was expressionless and his tone became very calm.
The story is touching, Du Laoxie's thinking is clear, his language is fluent, and he doesn't appear to be mentally ill at all.
It is not difficult to tell that Du Laoxie started carving dolls very early on.
Because it was too lifelike and too similar to his daughter, it aroused extreme hatred and nausea from the adoptive father, so he burned it mercilessly and beat him violently.
Du Laoxie's childhood was miserable, but none of this could be the reason for his evil deeds.
Wu Yahuan pressed pause and asked puzzledly: "Sister Ye, Du Wanli's story is very impactful, why don't you seem to be too impressed?"
Ye Duckweed waved her hand, "I have been exposed to many mental illnesses, and everyone has a tragic story. It is difficult to tell whether it is true or false. People like Du Wanli are willing to talk, and some people have asked for a long time, and they all said
Not a few complete sentences."
"Is the story he told true?" Wu Yahuan asked again.
"no!"
Not only Wu Yahuan, but even Ding Fan was also surprised. He was actually deceived by Du Laoxie just now. Damn it, a lot of feelings were wasted.
"Sister Ye, please tell me, how did you judge?"
"It is true that his parents died young. He may have been adopted, but he was not a carpenter. In rural areas, marriages of people with skills are usually relatively stable. Du Wanli has already completed his studies and can start his own business. In addition, an eight-year-old child
If he were asked to change his surname, he would probably not or would not dare to refuse after losing his parents. Also, at eighteen years old and strong, how could he still let his adoptive father beat him without daring to resist at all? Based on comprehensive judgment, he
I just made up a story, and even I believed it to be true." Ye Fuling said in one breath from a professional perspective.
"It may also be that the mouse is afraid of being beaten. It's like a mouse seeing a cat. For example, if you are afraid of someone, you are willing to obey his orders or something." Ding Fan analyzed.
"Xiao Fan, I'm not as good at reading as you are, but I'm still confident in judging whether a mental patient is real or fake. Patients will also find reasons for their illness. This is an instinctive protective behavior." Ye Ducking said seriously.
"I'm calling to ask, Sister Ye. I'm not doubting your level. This person is very important, and his details must be understood." Ding Fan said.
Of course Ding Fan was thinking of Mu Xiaolei. He came from Daxi Village. Despite his young age, he was very smart and understood the local situation very well.
Mu Xiaolei answered the call quickly, and Pan Zhian's laughter could still be heard. Mr. Mu should be chatting happily with his subordinates.
"Xiao Lei, was Du Laoxie adopted by the carpenter?" Ding Fan asked directly.
"No, I heard from the old man in the village that there was a fire in his house that year and his parents were burned to death. He was the only one who escaped. His mental state was not good. He was more than ten years old. He often didn't wear clothes and looked like a big fool.
Then, he ate and drank with an old man playing cotton. After a few years, the old man burped. Maybe he was too good to eat, but the old man couldn't get enough of him, so he starved to death." Mu Xiaolei said.
"Well, it's okay!" Ding Fan suppressed a smile.
"Brother Fan, the talisman is engraved. We are improving the technology and adding an alarm clock function to the sleeping device." Mu Xiaolei said.
"Okay, I'll go take a look in two days."
After hanging up the phone, Ding Fan gave Ye Duckweed a thumbs up and repeated Mu Xiaolei's words, which made his two sisters laugh non-stop.
After laughing, Ye Duckweed sighed, "Oh, I am still conceited and careless. He made up this story not to protect himself, but to deceive me."
"He lied to you, why?" Wu Yahuan asked.
"Keep watching!" Ye Duckweed pointed at the computer screen.
Wu Yahuan selected the play button and the conversation continued. Ye Ducking in the video asked again: "Mr. Du, when did you realize that your mental state was not normal?"
"Ever since the dummy was burned, every time I sleep, I always feel that there is someone on the bed, it's her, holding me tenderly. How can I put it, I'm afraid that I can't talk about it. Sometimes, I feel that my spirit is being supported." Mr. Du
evil ways.
"Can you tell me what her name is?"
"Nini!"
Ye Duckweed couldn't help but frown. This name was too childlike and must not be true. She asked patiently: "Can you describe her appearance?"
"No!" Du Laoxie answered quickly and explained: "Because I love her so much, it becomes blurry instead."
"If you don't remember her appearance, how can you create a dummy?"
"Well, the dummy is what she looked like when she was twelve years old."
This time, even a layman like Ding Fan understood clearly. Du Laoxie said this to explain the reason why he was beaten. It would be strange if his adoptive father didn't get angry when he saw such a dummy.
"Your adoptive father treated you badly, have you ever thought about taking revenge on him?" Ye Duckweed asked.
"I secretly made a dummy that looked exactly like him. I hid it behind the kennel and pricked the dummy's chest with needles every day. Later, the dummy often started to bleed, and my adoptive father always felt pain in his chest.
He died within half a year." Du Laoxie's voice was filled with pride.
"Do you feel relieved?" Ye Duckweed asked further.
"No, the nightmare has come. I always dreamed that he was digging holes in my skull with a chisel, and I couldn't help but have a headache." Du Laoxie said, and pointed down at the specific location, "There has been no hair here.
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"It may be because you have been rubbing it for a long time." Ye Duckweed disagreed, "In addition, long-term poor sleep may lead to alopecia areata. Have you ever taken sleeping pills?"
"Medicine is useless!" Du Laoxie waved his hand and added: "In order to save myself, I kept exploring ways. Later, I found that painting is very useful, especially when I draw the scenes in my dreams, I don't feel scary anymore."
"Some people, even though they are mentally ill, have become artistic geniuses." Ye Ducking praised.