fear game

Ever since Lance found out that Qi Mo appeared in his house for the first time—although he believed that Qi Mo had no malicious intentions in a high probability, he no longer kept the spare key in the flowerbed by the door, and he didn't even Prepare any spare key.I thought he and Qi Mo had made an agreement, that person would not come to steal his things in the middle of the night again, and Lance hadn't deliberately guarded against anything these days.But after the doll incident this time, even Lance, who is a psychiatrist, no matter how big his heart is and how strong his psychological endurance is, he thinks he can't bear more such frights.So that day he added three locks to his door.

While stroking those heavy copper locks, Lance thought to himself, Qi Mo is someone who can't even watch the security guards after the curfew. Can these three locks really stop this lunatic?Then he laughed at his nervousness in his heart, even if Qi Mo was good at sneaking around, he wasn't a professional lockpicker, he couldn't be able to take a hammer and violently smash his own door.Thinking of this, he felt a little bit more secure in his heart.

But this sense of security had only been established for two weeks, and then the second thing happened.If the first incident still caused Lance to have lingering fears, then the second incident simply made Lance die of grief.

Xiaobai is dead.From the top floor of the nine-story hospital, he was brutally thrown down, his body was smashed to pieces, and his brains were splashed.Of course, this is all Lance's imagination in his mind. He loves Xiaobai so much, how can he bear to see it with his own eyes and fall into a pile of lifeless dead things?He asked Miranda to collect the dead cat, while he stood on the roof of the ninth floor, staring blankly at the empty downstairs.

Didn't cats have nine lives?How did you fall from the ninth floor and die all at once?Cats can climb high, and their paws can firmly grasp objects. Obviously, Lance would not be so stupid as to think that Xiao Bai climbed to the top floor to play by himself, and then fell down.For the rest, Lance didn't dare to think about it anymore.Who would have trouble with a cat?Who would hate it enough to grab its neck and lift it up into the air, grinning grinningly at it waving its little paws, pleading with pitiful eyes, but let it go frantically, throwing it into the eternal hell What about under?

He told himself not to think about it or not, but Lance still couldn't help imagining that terrible scene.In his imagination, the executioner had only a vague image, completely black, as if he had been automatically mosaiced in Lance's mind.It wasn't that he couldn't see clearly, it was that he didn't dare to look, and didn't dare to remove that layer of self-deception.

But in the end, what should come will still come, and someone ruthlessly lifted the shadow covering the murderer.

"Look for yourself!" Chandler held the phone screen and pushed a photo under Lance's sight.

It's Qi Mo, holding Xiaobai in his arms. It seems that it was taken early in the morning, which should be the morning of Xiaobai's death, and the location is downstairs of the ward building.This time, Qi Mo was indeed blocked from the door, but Xiao Bai couldn't help but jumped out of the window to play, probably caught by Qi Mo who was ambushing outside, and Lance didn't want to go any more during the bloody process. Described.

It was him, it was him, who else could there be besides him?Who else would be so crazy that he wouldn't even let a cat go!

Lance didn't understand how he had offended Qi Mo, who wanted to stab his heart so thoroughly.Not to mention destroying the doll he gave him with his own hands, cutting off Lance's thoughts, now even Lance's most beloved pet is also removed.Is it really, as Chandler said, a pathological possessiveness?However, Lance asked himself that from the beginning to the end, he never rejected any of Qi Mo's overtures.There was even a moment when if Qi Mo was willing to "possess" him, Lance would not refuse.It's obvious that Qi Mo himself can't do "personnel affairs", so why should he blame himself for not wanting to be happy with him?Lance really couldn't figure it out, and he didn't want to think about it anymore. Maybe Qi Mo had no good intentions from the beginning to the end.

By the way, maybe for Qi Mo, the relationship between him and Lance is just a game from beginning to end-a cat and mouse game where a mental patient threatens his doctor.Kimmer is the cat, and Lance is his prey, first by approaching him, luring him, making him trust himself defenselessly, and then the game finally reaches its climax, the funniest part, which is Watching Lance break down, watching Lance doubt everything and, like his patient, become a psychopath.

Lance silently moved his eyes away, not wanting to take another look at the scene where Xiaobai's last portrait appeared together with that dark, bloodthirsty lunatic.You should have seen it clearly, you should have seen it through, what good results can there be from getting close to that lunatic?It's nothing more than setting himself on fire and digging his own grave, but now the one lying in the grave for him is the most beloved Xiao Bai.If someone told him now that Qi Mo would get out of the triple locked door tonight and stab Lance in the heart, Lance would not be surprised.

"I'll present this photo to the Director right away. It's direct evidence of the morbid possessiveness of this madman. Doesn't he claim to be your dog? He doesn't want you to have any other pets. Dr. Lance, I think you have to admit that you are no longer suitable to be his attending doctor."

Lance's heart was already too tired, and now he had no energy to deal with Chandler.He didn't even want to listen to what this man had to say at all, he just walked downstairs in a stupid way.

Chandler seemed to be still proudly shouting: "Lance, let me 'treat' your patient for you in the future, don't worry, he is in my hands, and there will never be any more violent incidents. You believe me!"

Lance's ears had been closed along with his heart, and he couldn't hear a word.