Strange Recovery: I Can Become A Big Demon

"The sound insulation of the old house is not good. My neighbor has a dog that keeps barking every night."

In the dim treatment room, No. 7 lowered his head, recalling and talking about it.

Those extreme emotions from the past came back to him bit by bit, bloodshot eyes were gradually spreading in his eye sockets, and his state became more and more unstable.

"Then one night, her dog ran out and I ran into it in the community. I dragged the dog into the grass and smashed its head bit by bit with stones."

"After that she bought another cat, and it kept barking every day."

"I lured it out with ham sausage, took it home, tied it up, burned it with a blowtorch, and cut open its belly bit by bit with a knife..."

"The neighbors finally died down and nothing was raised anymore."

"Two years later, she gave birth to a child... Hehe, it was too noisy! They were too noisy! It's not my fault! It's all their fault!"

No. 7's expression became visibly ferocious, panting heavily, and did not continue to speak.

However, Dr. Luo seemed not satisfied with this answer. He adjusted the frame of the mirror and asked, "What did you do later? Don't be afraid, tell the truth, it's her fault first, and you are still sick. I believe even God will forgive you!"

Hearing this, No. 7 seemed to be encouraged, and looked at Dr. Luo excitedly: "Really, doctor, is everything you said true? Do you really think I'm not wrong?"

"Hehe, of course, you are a patient, you have this privilege." Dr. Luo's emphasis was rather strange, as if he didn't want to help No. 7 to treat his illness, but encouraged him to make good use of his illness to flatten some moral hindrance.

"I am a patient, I have privileges, I am a patient..." No. 7 muttered a few words, getting more and more excited, and told the doctor how he brutally killed the neighbor's son.

At this time, his mood had become quite unstable, his body trembled slightly, and his whole body was between extreme excitement and fear.

A doctor stepped out of the darkness and slowly transformed into a woman covered in wounds.

She was carrying a dead dog, a dead child in her arms, and a scorched dead cat on her shoulders. She just sat on the first stool to the right of No. 7.

He stared at him venomously.

But No. 7 acted as if he hadn't noticed it at all, and was still immersed in his own memories.

"Also, one more thing."

"When I was very young, my father was drinking heavily and beat me and my mother every time he came back."

"Once he beat us up, my mother stopped moving, and my father bought a lot of black plastic bags. I heard him chopping something in the kitchen, and soon after he went out with black plastic bags one by one. Come back empty-handed."

"After that, I never saw my mother again."

"I asked my father, and he told me that when a person dies, he should put it in a bag and throw it far away. Don't get in the way."

"I grew up surrounded by his beatings until I was eighteen and finally saved up a whole drawer of black plastic bags."

"He was still drunk that day..."

"..."

Along with No. 7's narration, another figure came out, carrying black plastic bags one by one, with their heads covered in black plastic bags, and sat down on a chair.

On the face of Dr. Luo opposite, the smile was already so rich that it couldn't be added.

When number 7 stopped.

He was still asking: "What else? Is that all?"

At this moment, No. 7's eyes were bloodshot, and he was trembling all over.

Desperate and terrifying scenes flashed through his mind, like sharp thorns, piercing into his heart fiercely, causing strong secondary damage.

"No...no more, that's all, that's all."

No. 7 panted heavily, covered his head, and looked like a madman: "I'm right, I'm wrong, I'm right...they all deserve to die!"

"Doctor, save me, I feel their ghosts are haunting me, they don't want to let me go!"

No. 7 looked helplessly at Dr. Luo.

Dr. Luo stood up at this time, walked towards the door, patted No. 7 on the shoulder as he passed by, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, as long as you tell these things, I will naturally treat you for you."

"Your situation is not too serious, don't worry."

"Just stay here and I'll get something."

After saying that, he walked out of the treatment room, and closed the black iron door heavily.

Standing outside the door, Dr. Luo flicked open the pocket watch in his hand, and there was a "ding" sound with strong penetrating power, and the number 7 inside the door could also be heard clearly.

"The treatment... begins."

Doctor Luo's voice fell.

No. 7 inside the door completely returned to normal from the hypnotic state.

And when he looked up, he saw the side that he would never forget, the three memories that he feared the most, standing in front of him alive at this moment!

The pain in memory condenses into reality.

Three pairs of eyes full of resentment seemed to want to skin and cramp themselves.

Finally, No. 7 could no longer suppress the fear in his heart.

"what!!!"

"Young man, give back my life, give back my wife's life..."

"Son, you killed my child!!"

"Disobedient son, you deserve to die!"

"Ahhh...!!!"

...

...

In the treatment room, the screams were louder and louder.

About half a minute later, the shouting stopped, and Dr. Luo turned his head, with a look of undisguised disdain and disappointment in his eyes: "Trash!"

He cursed, opened the door and went in, exchanged glances with three colleagues, shook their heads at each other, then dragged a bloody human body out, and threw it in at any department.

Then take out a record book.

wrote above.

"Experiment record group 46, round 78, code-named 6a7807."

"Experiment result: failure."

"No promotion, no special curse formed."

"The damage is serious, it can be used as a death curse material..."

"..."

Recorded one by one.

Dr. Luo just wanted to go to a place to file the record book, but when he came to the corridor outside, he heard the sound of the elevator stopping.

He looked over subconsciously, and saw a man appearing at the elevator entrance with a big black hammer in his hand.

The person who came was Jiang Chen.

He also saw Dr. Luo, and walked up with enthusiasm: "Hahaha, it's been a long time, old..."

As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes, took a closer look at the opponent's work card, and then continued: "Old Luo! Yes, it is Lao Luo. I haven't seen you for so long. Do you still remember me?"

Doctor Luo's mouth twitched.

You don't shy away from people at all in your acting!

"Ghost Qi +999!"

"We know each other?" Dr. Luo asked in a deep voice.

"Of course, have you forgotten? You were the one I admired the most when I was in the No. 6 Hospital. I remember that there was a male patient who lost his daughter and was dying every day."

"In the end, it was you, Lao Luo, who sacrificed himself for others and called a twenty-five-year-old young man Dad every day to stabilize his mood. Your moral character is really too noble. I remember that you would wear a small skirt to give to him at that time. He dances."

"Oh, you're almost fifty, it's really embarrassing for you."

"The kindness of the doctor, I admire it!"

Jiang Chen opened his mouth and casually fabricated a dark history that Dr. Luo did not exist.

As a result, the other party was stunned for a long time after hearing this: "When did I call someone Dad and dance in a small skirt?"

"Ghost Qi +999!"

Jiang Chen didn't care about his doubts, because at this moment, he had already successfully arrived at a distance of less than five steps from the opponent with the Yinshen Hammer in his hand.

Within five steps, his hammer was accurate and fast!