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Feng Yiwen walked quietly.But Tang Feng knew very well that if he left, it would be impossible to come back.

Turn on the phone and don't know what to do.Tang Feng caught a glimpse of a familiar name in the phone book, and pressed the connection without giving up. He was answered by a mechanical and cold voice: "Hello, the number you dialed is empty, please dial later." Tang Feng Turn off the phone, laugh at yourself, sure enough...

He remembered that when he was in middle school, he used to laugh at those philosophers who studied "who am I" every day. If they have this spare time, they might as well make more money.Now, sitting on the sofa by myself, smoking a cigarette with my legs crossed, the only thing on my mind is "who am I".

When is this body me?When is he?

Maybe I was the same as him, Tang Feng thought, he had actually thought about those things, but he did it just because he thought about it.

It turned out that the murderer of the case that I had worked so hard to pursue for half a year turned out to be me.Tang Feng was dumbfounded.

If I surrender now...mentally ill patients do not bear criminal responsibility, I should leave my current position as Feng Yiwen planned before, stay in the hospital for a few years, and after recovery, go to a small town with low prices and not too noisy Find a leisurely job and muddle along.It's not bad to think so.

"The truth does not need to be accepted. Existence is justice." Tang Feng recalled the oath he made that day.

tired.Never felt so tired.The boredom seeping from my heart paralyzed my limbs, and now I can neither control my thoughts nor my body.The idea of ​​seeking relief flashed through my mind more than once, but I forcibly held back all of them.

……

"Boss didn't come to work today?"

"Hey, it's been two days, and there is no news. Another police officer has been assigned to take charge of this case, but what's the use? What can he find out with his idiot? Guess, this case will go down the drain. .”

"It doesn't matter, those who die are scumbags, no one cares."

"Are you getting impatient as a little policeman? How dare you say such a thing? Go to work, it's all for you to spare."

……

Tang Feng was lying on the bed, half asleep and half awake, even he himself didn't know if he was awake now.I have been here in such a daze for the past few days, I don't know what to do, I don't want to talk or listen to others.

Going on like this is not an option.Surrender yourself, he told himself.

Tang Feng stood in front of the mirror and carefully looked at the face in front of him.His eyes were red and bloodshot, and his eyes were as empty as a blind man's.His cheeks were slightly sunken, and his complexion was as pale as if he was dying of illness.Turning on the faucet and slapping the cold water on his face, he regained his sanity slightly.Mechanically repeating the actions of washing his face and brushing his teeth, he regained a little bit of his previous feeling.The electric razor made a headache-inducing noise, cleaning the blue stubble from his chin.The self in the mirror is still unfamiliar, and the breath of decadence is uncontrollably exposed from the breathing room.

Go back to the room and put on a new white shirt, and solemnly fasten the buttons.

What should I say then?I don't know if my colleagues who have been with me day and night for so long will believe it.But I still don't know what happened, and I don't know if the second personality will come out to clarify those facts.

What happened...

Feng Yiwen said the murder weapon was a scalpel?

Scalpel!

How could I have a chance to get the scalpel?As a special instrument for clinical surgery, the scalpel must go through strict scrutiny when used and destroyed. I have absolutely no chance to get a medical scalpel.

If it is impossible for him to come into contact with the murder weapon, then he must not be the murderer.How did Feng Yiwen know that the murder weapon was a scalpel?Even Tang Feng himself was unable to determine the specific shape of the murder weapon during the investigation of the case.

There is only one possibility.He is a murderer.

He has always been a murderer!

The heart pumped vigorously, and Tang Feng had never heard his own heartbeat so clearly.His mind was spinning at a high speed, and the conclusion he came to made him fall into a mood of surprise and panic.

So what is the so-called schizophrenia?Who is Feng Yiwen?

Tang Feng realized that he had uncovered the tip of the iceberg of the truth.