monologue

In fact, they didn't sleep well this night. Wen Ti was not used to the new environment for a while. He was prone to insomnia, and his sleep was very light. Breaking free from his arms, he lay on the other side of the bed, and there was a Chu Daha lying on his back between the two of them. Chu Xingmu was more alert when sleeping, and he could feel Wen Ti's little movements, but Wen Ti still didn't treat him very well. Trust, so Chu Xingmu just thought about how not to make Wen Ti anxious all night, and the two of them turned over carefully. At four o'clock in the morning, there was gradually no movement around them. Maybe Wen Ti was really sleepy. Chu Xingmu Covering him with the quilt lightly, he slept for about an hour, and when the sky turned white outside at five o'clock, he quietly got up.

After so many days in a row, Chu Xingmu could finally spend a leisurely weekend. At six o'clock in the morning, Wen Ti was woken up by the sound of Chu Daha having fun in the room. Fluffy, Wen Daju didn't know when he ran into the bedroom and curled up on top of his head. When Wen Ti got up, there was no one beside him. He vaguely heard the sound of porcelain colliding. Chu Xingmu was wearing a vest and big pants and was holding a bowl. Leaning against the door to look at him, he asked, "Woke up so early? Let's get some more sleep."

Before Wen Ti opened her mouth, Chu Daha ran into the room from the outside, and ran out after three turns.

Chu Xingmu put down the bowl and took two home clothes from the closet to him, explaining: "Chu Daha has the habit of running in the morning."

"Morning run at home?" Wen Ti frowned incomprehensibly, he got out of bed and put on his slippers, Chu Xingmu helped him put on a T-shirt, found a bandage and wrapped his arm up again.

"As long as it doesn't demolish the house, it can make any noise." Chu Xingmu pushed Wen Ti into the bathroom, helped him get a glass of water, squeezed toothpaste on the electric toothbrush and stuffed it into Wen Ti's hand, and he took it from the sink. A hair tie was made to tie up Wen Ti's hair.

Wen Ti took the toothbrush and looked at the crooked ponytail in the mirror, and said, "Wouldn't you complain downstairs? It's so ugly."

"No, there's no one downstairs." Chu Xingmu took two towels, held up Wen Ti's face and looked at his chin, "You went to the barber shop just to get your hair tied, why don't you give me that spare money?" , do you still shave?"

Wen Ti glanced at the items on the sink, almost everything was double, except for the razor, Wen Ti shook her head and brushed her teeth in front of the mirror.

Chu Xingmu returned to the kitchen again, intermittent voices came from the kitchen, Wen Ti walked to the door of the kitchen while brushing his teeth, Chu Xingmu didn't know what he was cooking.

Chu Xingmu asked: "Are you going to work today? I remember you are in the studio on weekends."

Wen Ti mumbled with her toothbrush in her mouth, "With Jennifer, I don't care."

"What do you want to eat at noon?" Chu Xingmu asked, he opened the refrigerator and looked through it for a while, there were not many dishes left from yesterday, Chu Xingmu felt that he had to buy some food later.

"I haven't had breakfast yet." Wen Ti turned and went back to the bathroom, Chu Xingmu stood at the door with a towel, waiting for Wen Ti to wash his face and hand him the towel.

"Are you still afraid that I will starve you? I can't afford Longjingxuan's dishes."

Chu Xingmu brought two plates of steamed dumplings with shrimps that looked very good to the table. The shrimps were left over from yesterday. Wen Ti came out after wiping her face and just in time for breakfast. When she saw the steamed dumplings, Wen Ti asked: "You go downstairs Did you buy it?"

"The ones sold downstairs are not as delicious as the ones I made. Try it." Chu Xingmu said proudly, "Do you want milk or soy milk?"

Wen Ti pulled out her chair and sat down and said, "I want to drink red wine."

"What red wine do you drink in the morning, and you are not allowed to touch any wine until the injury is healed." Chu Xingmu gave Wen Ti a pair of chopsticks.

"This is the difference in living habits. I drink a glass of red wine every morning and evening. No one has ever told me that it is wrong to drink this way."

"It's the wrong time for you to drink." Chu Xingmu felt that he could refute this. He put a glass of milk in Wen Ti's hand, and said with a smile, "You can grow taller by drinking milk."

"Can it surpass you?" Wen Ti frowned as she looked at Milk.

Chu Xingmu said: "That can't be done."

After breakfast, Chu Xingmu said he wanted to go downstairs to buy vegetables, and Wen Ti said he wanted to go with him. His home was only a 10-minute walk from the vegetable market. There was also a flower and bird market next to the vegetable market. The flower and bird market was Chu Da Ha's favorite, Chu Xingmu can no longer remember how many turtles Da Ha took home from the Flower and Bird Market and how many times he sent them back.

Looking at the excited Chu Daha, Wen Ti asked Chu Xingmu: "Do you often have no time to bring Chu Daha out?"

"Well, I can't even go home when I'm so busy. If my parents didn't find it annoying, they would raise my parents' house. Obviously, Chu Dahabi is still on their minds." Chu Xingmu and Wen Ti walked out while talking. After entering the community, there were many people who went out on Saturday morning, and several morning joggers passed by them. Chu Xingmu finished his run and went home early at five o'clock.

Chu Xingmu helped Wen Ti put on his clothes, looked at his formal shirt and trousers, and asked, "Why are you wearing such formal clothes when buying vegetables?"

Wen Ti glanced at his T-shirt and shorts, and said, "I have a friend who said that no matter when, where, or who you meet, you should try to be as decent as possible."

"Which of your mentally ill friends said that?"

"Zhong Changxin's grandfather, he taught me all my social habits and etiquette."

"Including a glass of red wine in the morning and evening?" Chu Xingmu untied Chu Daha's dog leash and stuffed it into his pocket, and Chu Daha immediately ran out.

"How can there be red wine in a mental hospital? That's my own habit."

Chu Xingmu asked again: "You and Zhong Changxin met because of his grandfather?"

"Well, you should have heard of Zhongminglou. He used to be the director of the Qingshi Mental Illness Research Center. He studied mental illness all his life. In the end, he got mental illness himself. It's ironic." Wen Ti bowed her head and smiled.

Chu Xingmu put his arms around his shoulders and said: "There is no difference between a mentally ill person and a normal person. What is different is the ideology and attitude towards things. Antisocial personality and natural criminal personality are another matter."

"What about a violent psychopath like Su Zheyu? He kills and dismembers his body without feeling that he is wrong at all."

"His situation is a bit special."

"What about Zheng Shan?" Wen Ti asked, "Is it also a special case that Zheng Shan collects manpower?"

"Ask me this kind of question?" Chu Xingmu pinched Wen Ti's earlobe and said, "Isn't this the research scope of your little expert? Our police are responsible for catching criminals."

"Just answer it as a questionnaire. I happen to be submitting a questionnaire to the research team recently, and you are the first respondent."

"What questionnaire?"

"Interview Questionnaire for Psychopathic Offenders."

Chu Xingmu stopped and reached out to stop Wen Ti. The passers-by looked at them unanimously. Wen Ti hurriedly said: "Brother, I was wrong, let's go shopping quickly." That's what he said, but his tone There is no sense of admitting mistakes.

Chu Xingmu squeezed his neck and said, "You only call me brother when you make a mistake, why don't you usually call me?"

"Chu Daha has already run away." Wen Ti didn't quarrel with Chu Xingmu about this issue.

"It will go home one step earlier than us." Chu Xingmu said.

"why?"

Chu Xingmu pointed to the direction where Chu Daha was running and said, "There is a flower and bird market over there, and there are many turtles for sale. You may see a turtle at the door today."

Wen Ti felt that this was beyond the outline, and he really couldn't understand how Chu Daha, the dog's brain circuit, became a meritorious dog.

The two walked into the vegetable market. Seven or eight o'clock in the morning is when the market is the most crowded. You come and I get out of the way, heel to heel, trying to pick the freshest vegetables. Every vegetable stall is full of people. , Chu Xingmu took Wen Ti's shoulders and squeezed through the place with the most people, and walked to the innermost raw meat area.

"Captain Chu, are you on vacation today?" A man older than Chu Xingmu at the meat stall next door asked enthusiastically.

Chu Xingmu replied: "Yes, how is business doing recently?"

"It's okay, what kind of meat do you want?" The uncle of the meat stall picked up his machete and asked, Wen Ti took the initiative to stay away from the meat stall, he was afraid that the blood from the meat would splash on him.

Chu Xingmu pointed to a piece of bright red pork belly that was three fat and three thin, and said, "Pork belly, here are two catties."

"Okay." The uncle at the meat stall raised his knife and cut off a piece of pork belly with precision. When Chu Xingmu paid, he also said, "If you spend two cents on you, you can pick two heads of garlic from the stall next door."

The vegetable stall next door still belongs to his family, and Chu Xingmu really went to get two heads of garlic.

After buying pork belly, Wen Ti asked, "What do you buy pork belly for?"

"Make braised pork."

Wen Ti said: "I don't eat fat."

"Then you eat the thin one in the middle." Chu Xingmu gave the mushrooms to Wen Ti, and asked him to think about it, so it wouldn't be too strange.

Chu Xingmu went to buy other things again. Wen Ti followed him from one vegetable stall to another with a weightless shiitake mushroom, like a little tail. Of course, because Wen Ti was handsome and tall, she was very well dressed , he stands out among the crowd of groceries shopping grandpas and aunts. People passing by him can't help but take a few more glances. He is wearing a coat with his left hand hanging on his chest and his right hand is holding a shiitake mushroom, with a faint smile on his face all the time. He followed Xingmu wherever he went, and became the most beautiful scenery in the vegetable market.

Wen Ti found that Chu Xingmu seemed to know the owners of every vegetable stall. They not only gave Chu Xingmu cheaper but also gave him more food. After buying the vegetables, he walked out of the market. After receiving it, Wen Ti saw Chu Daha galloping over from a small road.

Chu Xingmu poured the mushrooms into another bag, and Wen Ti asked, "What's wrong?"

Chu Daha had already run over with his ears shaking, Wen Ti thought for a moment that Chu Daha was going to jump on him, so he took two steps back and hid behind Chu Xingmu, but fortunately Chu Daha stopped, it was Wen Ti spun around twice, then crouched in front of him and spit out something from his mouth. Wen Ti took a closer look and found it was a palm-sized turtle with a shrunken head.

Wen Ti: "..."

Chu Xingmu explained on the spot: "Chu Daha's way of expressing his love for you."

Chu Xingmu packed the tortoise in a bag and walked towards the flower and bird market. The skillful route was touching. Wen Ti asked, "Does the boss who sells the tortoise care?"

"It always comes back with a tortoise in the same store. There is a little daughter of the boss's family who likes Chu Daha very much. She secretly gave the tortoise to him."

Wen Ti said, "Sounds like fun."

It was quite fun, and it would be even better if Chu Xingmu could go home directly after buying the groceries. Chu Xingmu stared at Chu Daha, and Chu Daha followed Wen Ti consciously.

After returning home, Chu Xingmu walked into the kitchen with vegetables, Wen Ti answered the phone, took out his computer and opened the latest email sent to him by Zhong Changxin, Chu Xingmu stood at the door of the kitchen and asked him: " Are you sure there is nothing wrong today?"

Wen Ti said: "Now there is."

Chu Xingmu: "..."

"Zhong Changxin and Director Li have consulted for instructions, and I need to find time to meet with the two of them."

"See who?"

"Zheng Shan and Su Zheyu." Wen Ti logged out of the mailbox and closed the computer, "I have read the files I borrowed from you before, and I handed over the analysis report to Zhong Changxin after I finished writing it. I still don’t quite understand some doubts, and I want to meet them in person.”

Chu Xingmu came out with two celery stalks. He picked the leaves and asked, "Why did you join Zhong Changxin's research group?"

Wen Ti said: "When I was five years old, his grandfather lived in Nanjia. At that time, he told everyone that he was King Lear of Britain. He treated my ward as an exiled fief and didn't allow me to leave the ward. He didn't even allow those doctors to take me to the treatment room. At first I didn't understand why he did that, but since he came, I have rarely received special treatment from those doctors. He stayed in Nanjia for a total of For six years, he died when I was 11 years old. Zhong Changxin was three years older than me. He grew up abroad. Under the influence of his grandfather, he also engaged in the research of psychiatry. Later, he found me and invited me. Joining his research team, he said that I was one of his grandfather's experimental subjects, and he replaced his grandfather to grab the experimental results."

"What special treatment?" Chu Xingmu faintly felt that there was no good thing behind these four words, and he was still deeply impressed by the things Wen Ti said when he had a high fever.

Wen Ti thought for a while and said: "Maybe the medical staff secretly changed the dosage of the treatment medicine, or they were afraid that I would bite someone and put me in a confinement room. They only gave me water every day, and deliberately gave me expired milk to make me vomit continuously." It took a few days until I had no strength to resist their treatment, and from then on the smell of milk made me sick.”

Wen Ti watched Chu Xingmu's movements slow down, picking vegetables absent-mindedly, and he smiled and said, "Even so, I'm still the winner."

Chu Xingmu stood behind the sofa and pressed the top of Wen Ti's head. Wen Ti thought that his goal had been achieved, and he would no longer need to drink milk. Chu Xingmu didn't express any opinion, but said: "I will accompany you to , It’s not convenient for you to come and go from the detention center, both of them are serious criminals, so it’s not safe.”

"Well, aren't you making braised pork? What are you doing picking celery?" Wen Ti asked while looking at the celery in Chu Xingmu's hand.

"Reduce the fire." Chu Xingmu walked into the kitchen with celery, and Wen Ti touched his hair. It seemed that Chu Xingmu touched his hair without washing his hands after picking the vegetables?What fire does celery drop?

After a while, Wen Ti heard a loud sound of water coming from the kitchen, Wen Ti looked at the kitchen curiously, Chu Xingmu stood in front of the vegetable sink with his back to him, Wen Daju jumped onto the sofa and rubbed himself Wen Ti, Wen Ti sat back again. After lunch, Wen Ti went to the kitchen to pour water for a drink. He saw several empty milk cartons in the garbage basket under the sink. He opened the refrigerator and took a look, and found that there were The milk is all gone.

Chu Xingmu poured all the milk into the vegetable sink, boiled the water and flushed them into the sewer. Wen Ti thought that he could tell more stories to Chu Xingmu in the future, so that Chu Xingmu would not let him eat some of his own milk. Things that he doesn't like can make Chu Xingmu feel sorry for himself.

Wen Ti thought: "While there is still time, let him pity me a few more times."

When the temperature was high at two o'clock in the afternoon, the cicadas were singing continuously on the plane trees outside the detention center, and the noisy people were disturbed. There were only a few people outside the detention center. Someone made a phone call and someone came out to pick them up shortly after.

The matter of negotiating with the detention center was handed over to Chu Xingmu, and Wen Ti just followed him and waited for Su Zheyu in the chat room.

Wen Ti took out a recording pen from his pocket, and he put the recording pen on the table. Lin Manshu and Zhong Changxin used to record what he said in this way, formulate a treatment plan for him, and carry out medical treatment for him. Psychological counseling, reporting to Wen Xiangqin on his treatment effect every week, Wen Ti understands the feeling of being spied on, no matter the patient or the doctor, when two parties meet, one is eager to talk and the other tries to guide, but the mentally ill and the mentally ill have different They are very different, and the consequences of psychological disorders and mental disorders are very similar. Wen Ti is neither a psychologist nor an expert in criminology. He just communicates with another mental patient as a mental patient.

Su Zheyu does not have the symptoms of nonsense and fantasy speech. He is violent, rebellious, restrained, sensitive, and has a super high IQ. His mental illness is more like a parasite that promotes his crime. Wen Ti consulted Mr. Zhong specifically Xin, what kind of identity should he use to communicate with a violent psychopath like Su Zheyu? Zhong Changxin suggested that he look at Su Zheyu from the perspective of a former mentally ill patient. , policeman Chu Xingmu, and criminology expert Zhong Changxin are nothing.

As the heavy iron gate slowly opened, Wen Ti looked up at the gate opposite the iron fence. Su Zheyu, wearing heavy shackles and handcuffs, was slowly walked towards the very middle of the iron house by two police officers, one on the left and one on the right. , Chu Xingmu came in from the side where Wen Ti was, and there were two police officers standing outside the door at any time.

Chu Xingmu sat beside Wen Ti, took Wen Ti's notebook over, and said, "I'll help you write."

Wen Ti nodded, approached Chu Xingmu, and asked, "Can you give me a cigarette?"

Chu Xingmu said at the beginning: "No, I have been taking quit smoking candy recently."

"It's okay." Wen Ti turned on the switch of the recording pen. He looked up and looked around the room. Several cameras were facing them. The chat room is translucent, so that the police officers outside the door can check the situation in the room at any time, so as to Take action when necessary.

Su Zheyu was sitting in front of the table, his hair had been shaved, and his mental state was better than when he was just locked in. He was sane, and when he saw Chu Xingmu, he even said hello to Chu Xingmu, if he If he was not caught, maybe people will never associate the murderer who dismembered Liu Junsheng with this thin boy for the rest of his life.

Su Zheyu looked at Chu Xingmu and asked, "What do you want from me?"

Wen Ti stood up, he lifted the chair and put it in the place closest to the iron railing, then returned to the table and picked up the recorder, Chu Xingmu wanted to move the place, Wen Ti shook his head at him, Wen Ti took the The recorder, wearing his coat and raising his legs, sat upright and gracefully on a chair, facing Su Zheyu, with only an iron gate between them, Su Zheyu expressed doubts about his actions.

Wen Ti smiled and said: "Su Zheyu, I have read your case. I came to you today to know more about you. Apart from what you told the police, I want to hear something different."

Su Zheyu asked: "What do you want to hear? I have been interviewed by reporters, I have met those criminal psychologists, and I have also done a psychiatric examination. What they ask most is why I kill people and what kind of mood I have to dismember the body." Liu Junsheng, what identity did you come with?" His handcuffs knocked on the table, and the sound of metal clashing echoed in the room.

"My name is Wen Ti. I don't want to know why you killed people and how. Is the monster in your body okay? Does it say good morning and good night to you every day, running around in your dreams and in your mind? ,clamor."

Su Zheyu sneered: "I don't want to say the same thing again. I am indeed mentally ill, and I also have violent tendencies. I have more serious symptoms than my father. I killed Liu Junsheng so I will endanger the whole society. Is this related to my body? Monsters don't matter."

"Well, the relationship between the two is indeed very weak, but from another perspective, their relationship is very deep. You have done the PCL-R measurement table. Psychopath is a person with a personality disorder who has no normal human emotions and has violent tendencies. I remember you Your score is lower than 18, you are not a person with a personality disorder, I think this has something to do with your father's education when you were young."

"What exactly do you want to hear?" Su Zheyu looked at Wen Ti.

Wen Ti smiled and said, "I'm here to talk to you about this. I've done countless tests, but I don't believe the data."

"Are you mentally ill too?"

"It used to be, were those letters written by you yourself or someone else? You wanted to play a decryption game with us, but you didn't give any hints. This is an unfair game rule for us."

"Are you talking about fairness with me? If this society is fair, I should be operating on others in the operating room, my dad should retire at home, my girlfriend should happily go shopping in a beautiful dress, and I am off work Then I will drive to pick her up personally, and I will not let her get drunk in a taxi."

Wen Ti shook her head: "I'm talking about the fairness of the rules of the game. Your childhood was spent in society. Your father tried his best to teach you. He has been paying close attention to your growth and changes despite his own illness. He spent more than 20 years trying to make you a normal person, he is great, so I will not discuss your father's right and wrong here with you."

Su Zheyu asked: "Do you think it's my fault? I can't measure fairness and justice. I use my way to avenge them. What would you do if it were you instead?"

Wen Ti smiled slightly: "Maybe I will be crazier than you, but I will definitely not be as embarrassed as you."