execution boy

The days passed without slowing down, and living with Xiaodao was not as difficult as I imagined.

He is really different from the average mentally ill patient, just like a child who loves fantasy, except that sometimes he can't recognize the environment and people clearly, his thinking is quite normal.

When I came home from get off work that day, Xiaodao was lying on the table with his chin in his hands, meditating. When he saw me coming back, his eyes lit up and he said, "Doctor Doug, you're back!"

I said, "Let's eat your favorite Chinese food today, shall we?"

Xiaodao leaned against the door of the kitchen and watched me cook, and said, "Actually, I always wanted to know, why are we in China?"

I froze for a moment, thinking it was over, he actually knew this was China.

I said, "You know what your father did, it was very dangerous, so he handed you over to me, and I brought you to China, and we will live here from now on."

He said: "I know, the housekeeper told me, but I still don't understand why my father handed me over to you. In fact, I'm a little embarrassed to bother you for so long."

I smiled at him: "Have you forgotten what the housekeeper said to you? I have been helping you in the clinic in the United States because my family and your family are family friends, so don't say anything embarrassing in the future."

Xiaodao looked at me with hesitation: "But Mr. Doug, I always feel that I am very familiar with you, as if I have known you for a long time."

I started cooking, and I coughed because of choking, and I covered my nose with the knife: "How many peppers did you put in!"

I held back my tears and said, "I thought this chili wasn't spicy."

Xiaodao quickly turned on the exhaust fan: "I think you must dislike me as a burden, so you want to kill me!"

I shook my head and smiled: "You, you know how to think nonsense every day."

When I was eating, Xiaodao didn't even take a bite of fried shredded pork with green peppers, so I said, "Why don't you take a bite to save face?"

Xiaodao held his mouth: "You are not fried shredded pork with green peppers, but fried shredded pork with peppers, okay?"

I snorted, took a mouthful of chili and put it in my mouth, thinking that this kid has been difficult to serve since he was a child. After he had good intentions in his heart, he began to act domineering, and he was very tricky.

When Xiaodao saw me glaring at him, he curled his lips and picked up chopsticks to save face and ate a few mouthfuls of shredded pork. Because it was spicy, he filled another bowl of rice.

Xiao Dao suddenly thought of something and said, "Hey, do you know? I had a dream last night."

I was so worried that I said, "You, stop dreaming from now on."

Xiaodao said: "But this dream is different from before, I dreamed about my father!"

I was fighting the chili and asked casually, "What did you dream about?"

Xiaodao recalled: "Well, I dreamed that when I was a child, when I came home, the housekeeper was preparing dinner. I went to the study and saw my father reading a newspaper. I asked him what age you still like to read newspapers. My father took off his reading glasses. , smiled and said to me: 60 BC until now, there must be a reason for its existence, don’t you think the ink smells good? Haha, you don’t know, I’ve never had such a clear dream Seeing my father, he doesn't come home all the time, and my impression of him has gradually disappeared."

I was noncommittal: "Oh, what else?"

He said: "I still dream about some trivial things when I was a child... You know, I was in poor health when I was a child, and I rarely went to school. The teachers in the school probably don't remember what I look like, and of course I don't remember either. Their appearance, because my memory is always poor, it is very easy for me to forget something, even though I did not mean it. The classmates are still very friendly to me, although I have an oriental face, but Because my health has been poor since I was a child, in their eyes I was weak and fragile, and when I was young, I was bullied by boys because of my poor memory, and when I opened the drawers, I was always worried that there would be something like caterpillars in it.”

I was taken aback for a moment, I knew these were not his dreams, but his memories, it was just that he was confused.

I asked, "Have they been bullying you?"

Xiaodao shook his head: "No, I really got better after high school. Although I couldn't be friends with them, at least no one really bullied me. Life in school is boring and boring, especially without friends. All interest groups No one would be willing to be grouped with me because I would hold everyone back. But I chose to go to school anyway.”

My heart sank. In high school, he came back to China to beg me when he was a sophomore in high school. It was also at that time that he returned home and killed his father.

He said: "Oh, I found a book about hypnosis in your study room. In fact, many of the books are similar to what you said, but you are a practical person and don't like theoretical knowledge very much, but I think it is better to compare theory with practice. Bonding would be better."

I said, "Tch, you can still read books...what does the book say?"

He said: "The book says that the subconscious mind contains the information of our life's intentional or unconscious, perception and cognition, and can automatically arrange, combine and classify, and generate some new ideas. I suddenly understood that I did not understand hypnosis, but I am naturally very sensitive to permutations and combinations, which makes me pay attention to every detail in my dreams, so it will be more real. In this way, the subconscious mind can be innovative. So if you can give it instructions, maybe the subconscious mind can really follow the human consciousness Come and go. Turned into clear instructions and transferred from the conscious to the subconscious.”

I froze and looked at him, and he also looked at me seriously.

"Mark, what the hell are you trying to say? Just say it."

Xiaodao was silent for a while, looking into my eyes, as if looking into the depths of my soul.

"Mr. Doug, you called me Knife several times, you know that?"

My whole body was covered with chills. I didn't expect that I would make such a mistake unconsciously.

"The thing that makes me feel wrong the most is that you and I have been talking in Chinese, and my Chinese is smoother than English...Look, I can even say the word Liu."

Xiaodao sighed: "I don't know at all whether what I have experienced is my fantasy or reality. I seem to have two identities, one is called Mark, and the other is called Zhao Xiaodao."

I forced myself to calm down: "What do you think?"

Xiaodao thought for a while: "I don't know, but I always feel that you are deceiving me something. My thinking may be a bit too much, but I really feel that I was hypnotized by you, and only this can explain everything."

I silently rolled my eyes when I heard this.

This Zhao Xiaodao, in his own spiritual world, still thinks that he is very smart, and he is looking for clues to save himself, and he is also very powerful.

I said, "Why am I hypnotizing you? I've lived with you for so long and never hurt you. Look, do I look like a bad person?"

Zhao Xiaodao shook his head.

After a while, he said, "You really don't look like a bad guy, but I think you are very much like Zhao Yi in my dream."

My heart suffocated.

I feel that I urgently need Dr. Liu here. I can't cope with all kinds of jumping thoughts of a schizophrenic patient.

Obviously I underestimated Zhao Xiaodao's IQ, even Zhao Xiaodao who is mentally ill is not stupid, not to mention that this guy once won the special prize in the American mathematics competition, and his logical thinking ability must be better than ordinary people.

"Although you are much older than Zhao Yi in my heart."

I had the urge to hit him, just like I did when I was a kid.

As soon as I slapped the table, I had the thought of breaking the jar: "What if I am Zhao Yi?"

He bowed his head and said, "But if you are really Zhao Yi, then it will prove that what happened to me in China is real, but I don't want to do that."

I asked in a low voice, "Why don't you want to? Did your Uncle Zhao and Aunt Hu treat you badly?"

Xiaodao said: "Okay, but because it was so good, I saw Aunt Hu's body that night. I was too frightened and sad, so I thought, I don't want it."

Not only him, but this scene is also something I don't want to recall in my life.

But since Xiaodao is willing to bring up this matter, it proves that he has the intention to let go and thinks about it seriously.

Before this was released, Zhao Xiaodao, who was deeply in memory, would definitely not eat or drink for several days. At that time, I went to see him in prison, and he was like that sometimes.

I thought for a while and said, "Xiaodao, you are indeed Zhao Xiaodao. Because something happened at home, you were frightened and imagined that you went to the United States. Everything about you in the United States is fake."

I thought it would be better to say that, but I didn't expect Xiaodao to sneer.

"Zhao Yi, you finally told the truth."

He took out a dagger out of nowhere and pointed it at me: "So, you imprisoned me in China and killed my father, all of this is true, right?"

I never imagined that he was here waiting for me.

Turns out he's been waiting for me to say what he thinks is "the truth."

I quickly raised my hands: "I..."

At this time, I didn't know whether I said yes or no.

If I say yes, then I am his father-killer.

If I say no, then he himself will think about who killed his father, and when he finally finds out that it was himself, maybe his thinking that was finally better will collapse again.

I put down my hand and looked at him: "Yes, I killed your father. If you stabbed me down, you would feel better. Just kill me."

Xiao Dao froze for a moment, his pale face was devoid of blood, and tears slowly appeared in his eyes.

He yelled, and the dagger plunged into my body, and I didn't even hide.