Chapter 112 (2/2)

”No, you are at a higher level than them. In my opinion There should be four levels of Jing god world in Hirata. ” ”In November 1990, Hideki Hirata went mad after committing two murders and witnessing his wife's suicide,” Feng said. Since then, his thoughts have been confined in the deepest layer for most of the time, a world of terror and chaos.

A month later, the investigation of the case became clear. Hirata experienced repeated interrogation and obtained certain information in the court, so he produced two new categories: Doctor Watanabe and orange branch. These two categories can bring him out of the distorted memory of black-and-white chaos, and bring him to the second world, so that he can get some breathing time, and help and urge him to deny those memories of ghosts and try to restore the real memories. ”

Feng unconsciously licked his astringent lips: ”the most important thing for a psychiatrist is that he is hypnotist to ask questions. He will not be able to shoot videos. I should have known that the space where Watanabe and orange are located is also the world of Jing God There is a deeper subconscious than you have here, between rational thinking and distorted memories. ” He stared into Takakura's eyes: ”and you, or the cell we are in now, is the third floor.”

Takakura said, ”what do I represent?”

”Memory, too.” Feng Bujue said: ”you represent the past eight years A normal and reliable memory in Hirata's brain. ” He leaned back in his chair and raised his head. He wanted to make a habit of touching the bridge of his nose, but he realized that his hand was still handcuffed. So he went on: ”time has weakened some things. After seven years of Jing's treatment, there are two other ways to help him relieve the pressure. In addition, in prison, he learned the exact news of Yamada's death and the place of his death, which brought Hirata to the third floor.

At this level, he can talk with you, analyze things calmly and objectively, accept and understand the current situation. If Hirata can stay with you all the time, and no longer go back to the deeper two layers, even if he can't restore the memory at that time, at least he can return to normal Feng's eyes moved to the mini recorder: ”it's his conversation with you in the recorder In other words, it's the memories that he arranges by himself, so I say that these memories are normal and credible, and he doesn't want to be confused with other memories. But the existence of the recorder also just shows that Hirata's time here is limited. ”

Gao Cang's face showed a helpless look: ”Mr. F, you are basically right, but I'm sorry to tell you that there are only three floors here.” He sighed, ”here I am, the closest to the real world.” He glanced around: ”recorder And these documents on the table are all memories of Hirata. And this room is roughly the projection of the cell where Hirata lives in reality, but there are no desks, chairs and lamps in the real cell. ”

”Only three floors?” ”How could it be...” said Feng The memory of Hirata's motive was restored, the memory of his killing Fukui was restored and distorted, and the memory of Sato's hanging was also restored. These should have emerged before and after his arrest, but why does he have no memory of killing Yamada? Even seven years later, I learned about the death of Yamada. Gao Cang only gave some limited information about the killing process ”It's impossible. If there is no higher level, it means that the death of Yamada's Jing staff has nothing to do with Hirata.” ”That memory doesn't exist in his brain at all, so it can't be found at any level,” Feng said firmly

Gao Cang shook his head: ”but the facts all point out...”

”Give me a mirror.” He interrupted.

”What are you going to do?” Asked Takakura.

”I want to get out of here.” I can't help but answer.

”The most you can do is to go back to the real world. When you come to the real world, it means that Hirata will come back to me, or fall into a deeper two layers.” Takakura seems to be advising him.

”I'm not going up there.” ”I'm going to the next room,” Feng said

”Next door? What do you mean? ” Asked Takakura.

”You won't understand.” Finally, Feng unconsciously put up some high-dimensional life posture: ”give me a mirror.”

In the blink of an eye, Dr. Takakura disappeared, and there was only one sealed in the room. On the table in front of him, there was a small mirror with a frame. Behind the frame, there was a plastic bracket, which supported it and stood facing up obliquely.

Feng unconsciously dragged his chair forward two times, and came to an angle where he could look at the mirror closely. He saw that the man in the mirror was not himself, but a man in his forties with a grubby beard and a pale face.

”Xiuyi Hirata, we finally met.” Feng unconsciously said to the face in the mirror that he had seen Hirata's resume in the original black-and-white world. There were photos on it. Although the face in front of him was more than ten years old at the moment, he still recognized it. Genius a second to remember this website , the fastest updated novel website!