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At the beginning of the notebook, I would record some trivial things. Maybe the words "Treatment Diary" on the cover were written as a treatment diary after discovering something strange.

"On May 5rd, xxx, Xiao Nuan's classmate Xiao Hui came to our house as a guest. He was such a simple child and was very attractive. Xiao Han refused to go to tutoring and said he wanted to practice piano at home. The first time I saw him in the living room Li played the piano all day. The child's rebellious period has arrived, and now he is becoming more and more disobedient, which really gives me a headache."

"..."

"On June 6, xxx, he secretly drew a sketch and hid it under his pillow. I dare not take it out and read it easily. If he finds out, there will be another trouble."

"On August 8, xxx, when I passed Xiaohan's room in the middle of the night, I heard a strange sound, like moaning/groaning in pain, and I opened the door secretly. I couldn't believe what I saw, and I couldn't believe that he would It's my son. He actually did that to a sketch of a boy. What's wrong with my education? After all, it's a 31-year-old boy, and he can't tell the object clearly. It must be The boy’s puberty is just a lack of awareness of gender discrimination, and it will definitely not be what I worry about. My mind is too messy, and I don’t know what I’m writing.”

Zhou Hui flipped through the notebook page by page. After all, she was an elderly woman, and she was extremely worried about her son. She recorded some trivial things in the middle, and the time span lasted more than half a year. Zhou Hui flipped back.

"On February 2, xxx, I contacted the psychiatrist again and asked about Xiaohan's condition. Dr. Du reassured me that Xiaohan is only mildly ill at present, so I don't need to worry too much. However, he is too stubborn, and no one has ever decided on what he believes. Can change, I am worried that he will be destroyed by others. I am really afraid, in case he one day..."

Seeing "Worried that he will be ruined", Zhou Hui couldn't help but sighed softly. A mother always feels that her son is fragile, always worried that her son will be hurt by others, and she doesn't know that she is being abused by her own son. On the night of killing, will you regret your wrong judgment?

He flipped back, and most of the subsequent records were concerned with Song Han's "illness", densely recording a mother's worries.

"On May 5, xxx, Xiaohui hasn't been home for a long time. I can finally breathe a sigh of relief. I really don't know what unforeseen things will happen if this continues. I have to find a way."

Judging by the date, Zhou Hui was 14 years old at this time, and he should be about to graduate from junior high school. In addition, he was afraid of Song Han, so he didn't go to Song Nuan's house during that time.Obviously, the method Mother Song said was to send Song Han abroad, and the back of the notebook recorded Song Han's dynamics while recording the process of going abroad.

"August 8, xxx, my God, who will save me, what should I do? His father found out, he is going crazy!"

"On December 12, xxx, his father had already decided that Xiaohan had been making trouble for more than half a year. I really had no choice but to send Xiaohan to that kind of place for treatment. He always felt very shameful. He thought it was a kind of I don’t want people to know that my son has a mental illness of liking homosexuals.”

What is "that kind of place"?Could it be that Song Han stayed in "that kind of place" during the three blank years?Zhou Hui had a hunch that she was referring to a mental hospital, and according to the notes, the mentioned Dr. Du diagnosed homosexuality as a mental illness.

The notes were interrupted here for a while, and it has been half a year since the date of recording again. The handwriting on the paper is very blurred, as if it has been wet by water, and the paper is wrinkled and deformed.

"July 7, xxx, it's only been half a year. How did they make my son like that? What kind of place is that? Rehabilitation center? Psychotherapy center? Mental hospital? It's a hell on earth! What hypnotherapy , What kind of drug therapy, what kind of opposite sex seduction method, what kind of electric shock therapy, they are all a bunch of tormenting liars!"

"On December 12, xxx, I know that my Xiaohan can't be cured. They said he has returned to normal, but I know that he has not recovered to the way they promised. That kid."

"On December 12, xxx, my Xiaohan didn't remember me. He stared at me with resentful eyes when he saw me. He must hate me very much. When I think of the way he looks at me, my heart is broken. No matter what his father said If so, I have to bring him back, and he won’t get better if he stays there any longer. I don't care who I like."

……

What is so scary?One page of the notes contained the phone number of the foreign hospital. Zhou Hui closed the notebook, took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of the hospital.

With the mobile phone attached to his ear, he said to himself: I hope the person who connects can speak Chinese.

Fortunately, the operator was Chinese. Zhou Hui recognized his English with a middle accent, and said directly: "Hello, I am a, uh, gay patient, born with a very serious condition. I want to receive treatment in your hospital. How about your treatment experience in this area? How about your medical skills?"

The operator at the other end seemed to be a newcomer. When Zhou Hui asked him this question, he immediately poured out the treatment plan of his hospital: "According to your situation, we can recommend you very mild treatments, such as drug therapy, temptation method, etc. It will not cause you any discomfort and sequelae...."

Zhou Hui was too lazy to listen to his ramblings, and asked directly: "I want a faster and more ruthless treatment, is there any?"

"Of course, we can use electric shock therapy if mild therapy is not very effective and the patient is willing. Please make an appointment with the doctor in our hospital for consultation."

"What electric shock therapy?"

"Uh, this..." The operator seemed to regret that he had said too much. After hesitating for a long time, he finally, under Zhou Hui's urging, carefully chose his words, "It is to play the video to the patient, and give the patient an appropriate intensity when there is a same-sex scene." The electric shock can achieve the painful feeling when the patient sees the same sex and reflexively remembers the electric shock, and casts a shadow on the same sex, probably, ha, ha, ha ha. Do you have anything else to consult?"

"Is it painful?"

The operator choked up: "This, this is for sure, but we will do it within the range you can bear. It is an absolutely safe and effective treatment! Sir, do you want to make an appointment? Please..."

Zhou Hui hung up the phone, his fingers trembling slightly, unable to recover for a long time.

What did Song Han experience in those three years?

Hypnotherapy?medication?Opposite sex seduction law?Shock therapy?

If you think about it, it’s not human. This is not abstinence. This is to drive people into mental illness, right?

Gao Yuanxia saw Zhou Hui enter the house in a daze, without taking off his clothes, and fell headlong on the bed.

He pulled Zhou Hui up, took off his coat, and unbuttoned the collar of his inner coat.

The other party was like an unconscious toy, staring at the ceiling with open eyes, letting him play with it.

He put the clothes he took off into the washing machine, and when he came back, he saw the person on the bed motionless, grunting like a stray dog.

He went to the kitchen to take out the hot porridge, put it on Zhou Hui's bedside table, and pulled him up again: "Eat something."

Zhou Hui glanced at the porridge beside him: "...Why don't you put meat?"

Gao Yuanxia picked up the bowl, took a spoonful, and after blowing for a while, handed it to his mouth: "There is no more meat."

Zhou Hui didn't open his mouth, took the bowl and started to eat: "Don't you ask me what I did today?"

"What did you do today?"

The porridge seemed to have been reheated several times, and it was already a bit mushy. Zhou Hui scooped it into his mouth and swallowed it directly. The warm food slid down his esophagus, feeling very comfortable. He swallowed another mouthful: "I didn't want to tell you, lest you It sounds scary, but now it seems that whether you know it or not, it is impossible to change our destiny."

"What fate?"

Others were about to die because of him. Zhou Hui, who was going to find out the answer to save the other party, found that not only did he fail, but Song Han became even more determined to kill.Zhou Hui didn't dare to look up into the other person's eyes, and lowered his head pretending to eat: "I'm sorry, I failed, no one can save us, we will die soon."

Gao Yuanxia looked like he had nothing to do with himself, went to the kitchen to fill a bowl of porridge, and handed it to him: "Tomorrow's matter, let's talk about it tomorrow."

The palms on his face were warm, and Zhou Hui was stunned for a moment.

Gao Yuanxia saw that his expression was not right, so she withdrew her hand, pulled his hand out and put the bowl on it, said, "Eat it yourself." Then she got up and wanted to leave.

Just as he moved away, he noticed something was pulling his clothes. He turned around and saw that the person who was pulling the corner of his clothes looked pitiful: "I'm afraid of ghosts. Let's sleep together tonight? You sleep on the bed, we Sleep on the floor."

Gao Yuanxia said: "When will you not be afraid of ghosts?"

Zhou Hui looked choked up and was speechless for a long time.