Chapter 312: Within five steps, my hammer is accurate and fast

"The old house is not soundproof. My neighbor has a dog that barks non-stop every night."

In the dim treatment room, No. 7 lowered his head, recalling and telling the story.

Those extreme emotions from before gradually surged into his heart, bloodshot gradually spread in his eye sockets, and his condition became increasingly unstable.

"Then one night, her dog ran away and I ran into it in the neighborhood. I dragged the dog into the bushes and smashed its head with stones bit by bit."

"After that, she bought a cat, and it also meowed non-stop every day."

"I used a sausage to lure it out, brought it home, tied it up, burned it with a flamethrower, and used a small knife to cut open its belly bit by bit..."

"The neighbor finally stopped raising anything."

"Until two years later, she gave birth to a child... Haha, it was too noisy! They were too noisy! It's not my fault! It's all their fault for being too noisy!"

Number 7's expression became obviously ferocious, he gasped for breath, and did not continue speaking.

However, Dr. Luo didn't seem satisfied with this answer. He adjusted his glasses and pressed on, "What did you do afterwards? Don't be afraid, tell the truth. It was her fault first, and you're 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?"

"Haha, this is wrong. You are a patient and you have this privilege." Doctor Luo's emphasis was quite strange. It seemed that he did not want to help No. 7 cure his illness. Instead, he encouraged him to use his illness to overcome some moral obstacles.

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

At this time, his emotions had become quite unstable, his body was trembling slightly, and he was between extreme excitement and fear.

A doctor walked out of the darkness and slowly turned into a woman covered in wounds.

She was carrying a dead dog, holding a dead child, and had a charred dead cat on her shoulder, and she sat on the first bench to the right of No. 7.

Staring at him with a face full of resentment.

But No. 7 seemed to have not noticed anything and was still immersed in his own memories.

"And, there's one more thing."

"When I was very young, my father was an alcoholic and would beat me and my mother every time he came home."

"One time, after he beat us up, my mother stopped moving. My father then bought a lot of black plastic bags. I heard him chopping something in the kitchen. Not long after, he went out carrying black plastic bags and came back empty-handed."

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

"I asked my father, and he told me that when a person dies, they should be put in a bag and thrown far away so they don't get in the way."

"I grew up under his beatings until I was eighteen, when I finally had enough to fill a whole drawer of black plastic bags."

"He was drunk as usual that day..."

“…”

As No. 7 was speaking, another figure came out, carrying a number of black plastic bags, with his head also covered in a black plastic bag, and sat down on a chair.

The smile on Dr. Luo's face opposite him was so intense that it couldn't be any more.

When No. 7 stopped.

He continued to ask: "What else? Is that all?"

At this moment, No. 7's eyes were bloodshot and his whole body was shaking.

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

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

Number 7 gasped, clutching his head, looking like a madman: "I'm not wrong, I'm wrong, I'm not wrong... They all deserve to die!"

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

No. 7 looked at Dr. Luo helplessly.

Doctor Luo stood up and walked towards the door. As he passed by, he patted No. 7 on the shoulder and said comfortingly, "Don't be afraid. Just tell me what's wrong and I'll treat you myself."

"Your condition isn't too serious, don't worry."

"Just stay here while I get something."

Having said that, he walked out of the treatment room and slammed the black iron door shut.

Standing outside the door, Dr. Luo flicked open the pocket watch on his wrist. With a "ding" sound, the sound was so penetrating that even No. 7 inside the door could hear it clearly.

"Treatment...begin."