reverse trapping

Shen Jinzhi sat in the reception room, staring at the wall clock in a daze.

I don't know what went wrong, but Cheng Muze's contact information obtained by the police belongs to him.

On the phone, the Beichi police only hoped that Cheng Mu could cooperate with the investigation, and did not explain the case too much.

Shen Jinzhi found some information about the case on the Internet, and an ominous premonition arose spontaneously.

Without wasting time, he hurried to Beichi.

The door to the reception room opened.

Officer Fang who entered the room looked at him: "You are..."

"Shen Jinzhi." Shen Jinzhi explained, "The family members of the victim, Cheng Muze, are the ones who called you before."

The police officer paused, and replied: "Is there no member of Cheng Muze's immediate family with the surname Shen?"

Shen Jinzhi took out the letter of knowledge from his handbag and handed it to the other party: "I'm sorry, Cheng Muze himself may not be able to cooperate with the police in the short term."

Officer Fang took the letter of knowledge, glanced at the contents before asking, "Why?"

Shen Jinzhi replied truthfully: "He has lost his memory and knows nothing about the accident three years ago, and he is trying to recover his memory recently, so he cannot be stimulated."

Police Officer Fang twisted the paper in his hand, with a bit of melancholy in his eyes.

The sound of conversation in the hallway came from the open door.

"Have you confessed?"

"Tell me a ghost, it's been almost twenty hours, and he just bites to death to see the victim, and if he doesn't see him, don't talk about it."

The conversation between the two ended with the sound of the door opening.

"Fang, Fang Zhi."

"Talking nonsense in the corridor, do you want to write an inspection?"

The two apologized and left.

Twenty hours ago, it was almost time to arrest the suspect in the medical malpractice case.

Having obtained key information by accident, Shen Jinzhi immediately changed his speech.

As soon as Officer Fang sat down, Shen Jinzhi spoke again: "As far as I know, this is a case that has received a lot of attention from the society. You have been arrested for such a long time but you can't ask anything. You are under a lot of pressure, right? "

Officer Fang pursed his lips: "The investigation of the case is inherently difficult, and pressure is also the driving force."

Shen Jinzhi cut the words down one layer: "As a family member of the victim, I want to know what happened that year more than anyone else, and I am willing to provide all assistance."

After understanding the implication, Officer Fang asked, "What do you want to say?"

"As he wished, to see the victim."

"The victim's seeing the suspect is likely to aggravate the psychological trauma. The essence of solving a case is protection. It is not advisable to exchange further harm for evidence."

"And what if the victim isn't the victim?"

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Ten minutes later, police officer Fang returned to the reception room with the special approval list.

Shen Jinzhi was wearing a two-layer thick mask, the glasses that were originally on the bridge of his nose had been taken off, and his hair was messed up a bit, so most of the seriousness on his body faded away.

He looked up at Officer Fang, as if waiting for the result.

"You have a guarantor in the system, and the current situation is special, so we can only do something special." Officer Fang paused, "Professor Shen, can we trust you?"

In the interrogation room, Shen Jinzhi sat there quietly.

Police officer Fang: "I brought the victim here for you, can you tell me now?"

The suspect casually said, "Which one?"

"Cheng Muze."

Hearing the name, the suspect moved forward a certain distance.

He stared at it for a while before the lines on his back loosened: "It's you, poor thing."

He knocked on the chair: "Isn't it boring to wear a mask?"

"Stop talking nonsense to expose people's suffering, and say what you should say." Officer Fang urged.

The suspects thought for a moment and stepped into the thinking trap they had prepared long ago.

"Did you burn your face back then?" He laughed, "That's really a pity, I remember you should be very beautiful."

"Since you're here, I have no choice but to fulfill the appointment." He raised an eyebrow at Shen Jinzhi, "Remember, the day your stepmother took you to see a doctor was one of the few days I had a consultation."

In the doctor's office, he looked at the data on the test report and asked with a frown: "Has the patient recently had any treatment experience for depression or other similar illnesses? His blood was tested for neurostimulant drugs that exceeded the normal level, right?" Did you take medicine indiscriminately as prescribed by the doctor?"

"Didn't take random medicine." The woman denied, "Isn't it normal for him to have brain problems as a homosexual?"

He didn't comment on those words, and directly came up with a diagnostic conclusion: "At present, the main cause of his emotional instability—"

The woman stopped him: "It's because he has mental problems, it has nothing to do with others."

As she spoke, she pushed over a large check: "Do you think so, doctor?"

On the same day, Cheng Mu was arranged to be hospitalized.

He tried to communicate with the doctor, but repeatedly to no avail.

After staying in the hospital for a week, Cheng Muze's father finally entered the hospital.

The dean was originally on a lunch break, but the visit of an unexpected visitor disrupted his time.

After several conversations, the man raised his own question: "I was passing by the inpatient area just now, and I heard some patients discussing the topic of memory loss after a certain treatment. Can I understand?"

The dean said "Oh": "It's probably about MECT, a treatment for mental illness. Loss of memory is one of the side effects of the treatment, it's only temporary, and it will slowly recover in the future."

"Enough." He said cheerfully, "My son needs this treatment."

The dean put on a professional smirk: "This treatment method is not suitable for all diseases, nor is it suitable for everyone. Choosing the wrong treatment method will only aggravate the pain of the patient."

The man didn't listen to a word: "I have heard some rumors about the style of your courtyard, how about...you make a price."

The suspect gave a strange "ha", looked at Shen Jinzhi who was pretending to be Cheng Muze, and said, "You don't know how I felt sorry for you when he said your name. You are obviously a normal person who is not sick, but He was forcibly labeled as mentally ill by his relatives, and did not smoke more than a dozen times."

The current forcibly "restarts" the brain signals again and again, like sharp knives, flattening the peaks and valleys of emotions, making Cheng Mu's perception of emotions dull.

The suspect turned his wrist, and the metal handcuffs rang coldly.

"I have seen the book you hid under the hospital bed. There are more than ten pages, and the same sentence is written on each page-'Don't forget him'.

"There are some patients who are worried that they will forget important things and record them in the notebook, but none of them like you. They don't write any incidents at all, and they don't even have a name. I really don't understand, you wrote that sentence What's the point?"

Under the cover of the mask, Shen Jinzhi's masseter muscle trembled.

Officer Fang sullenly said, "Is someone allowing you to ask questions? Go on."

The suspect twitched his lips helplessly: "Later...wasn't that the day of the hospital fire?"

The scorched breath overflowed, climbing inward along the crack of the door.

The surrounding temperature rose inadvertently, and the air seemed to become thinner.

"It's on fire, run, it's on fire!"

The ringing of the fire alarm penetrated the partition wall of the hotel and pierced into the ears of Cheng Muze, who was resting on the bed.

He woke up from his sleep and smelled the smell of smoke clearly.

Realizing that there was a fire, Cheng Mu quickly lifted the quilt to prepare for escape.

The lights in the room flickered unexpectedly.

Cheng Mu subconsciously tightened his legs, and the movement of curling up created deep folds in the quilt.

The piercing sirens pierced his eardrums from left to right, stimulating his memory-carrying nerves.

He was obviously able to move freely, but it seemed that there were countless hands on his body forcibly pressing down on him, restricting his movements.

"I need a medical accident, preferably one that never wakes up. Don't worry, I promise no one will trouble you."

The voice drilled out from the depths of the memory without defense, and the climbing tentacles seemed to be full of stabs, piercing into the soft flesh of the brain.

Cheng Muze's consciousness went back to three years ago in a trance.

He struggled on the bed, frantically trying to push away the hands that were holding him.

But those hands seemed to be nailed to him, no matter how much he scuffled and shouted, it couldn't change it at all.

Those faces became distorted in his vision, and every ferocious expression pierced his despair without omission, forcing him to sink into a darker quagmire.

The needle from the anesthetic fell on the body and punctured the skin.

Suddenly there was a chaotic sound outside the door.

"on fire!"

"Someone set fire on purpose!"

"Run!"

Seizing the opportunity, Cheng Mu tried his best to earn it.

Thick smoke poured in aggressively, and several people let go of their hands in shock.

The external force on Cheng Muze's body suddenly disappeared, and he lost his center of gravity and rolled off the bed, making his already broken leg worse.

He groaned in pain, but the people around him turned a blind eye and fled away.

A small amount of anesthetic injected into his body began to take effect.

Cheng Mu tried his best to hold onto the corner of the bed to prop himself up. His wrist scratched somewhere sharp, and the blood flowed down the deep wound, stretched along his fingers, and smeared on the cold metal frame.

He staggered forward dragging his injured leg, calling out for help as he walked.

The footsteps of fleeing outside the door hurried past, and no one stayed behind because of his call for help.

When he staggered to the door, he found that the door was locked.

Wails came from outside the door, but the mixed voices became distant.

The fire destroyed the circuit, the lights in the room flickered, and the light tube closest to Cheng Muze suddenly burst, glass shards mixed with electric sparks sprinkled on him.

Cheng Mu fell weakly among the fragments, blood dripped among the pale fragments, and the bright red color spoke of cruelty.

At that moment, he thought of the time he spent with Shen Jinzhi.

Those dull but shining days.

All the good things came to an abrupt end in the memory of my father's threat.

"Okay, really, if you can't let it go, then I'll let it go for you. Even if you delete all the information about him in your phone, I can still find him. You'd better pray that he doesn't care about being criticized when he's with you, Otherwise, I will definitely disturb him until he dare not mention you!"

Cheng Muze felt a dull pain in his heart.

After realizing that this "treatment" would erratically forget his memory, he would review his past with Shen Jinzhi repeatedly every day.

Before each "treatment", he had to write "Don't forget him" in the notebook hidden under the bed, but he didn't dare to write "him"'s name, and he didn't even dare to record a thing they got along with. in.

Not everyone can accept such a thing.

Shen Jinzhi is a university teacher, and he is subject to more moral constraints than ordinary people. If this matter gets out, it will ruin him.

Thick smoke penetrated into his nostrils, causing a severe cough.

Until now, Cheng Mu realized that he had been selfish all along.

Feelings are just a part of life.

Shen Jinzhi has many choices and many possibilities, he is always dazzling.

Even without myself.

A short period of sadness is nothing compared to a magnanimous life.

The light tube exploded again, but Cheng Mu could no longer hear the sound.

He didn't know if he would survive today.

Even if he survived by luck, he can't change the status quo in the short term.

As long as he doesn't forget for a moment, there is a possibility of threatening Shen Jinzhi.

A hot tear slid down the corner of his eye and fell into the curved shards.Teardrops moved along the smooth interior, eventually resting in the smoke.

If forgetting everything can protect you.

Then...

forget it.

The author says:

MECT without convulsions electroconvulsive therapy.

The plots in this article are all abnormal institutions and abnormal treatments.