Feng Guang saw the A-frame ladder not far away. She flinched and said in disbelief, "So you're the real murderer!"
"Murder?" Duan Gao shook his head. "No, no, no, I didn't kill any people. They were just beasts. Because of these women, society has become so corrupt and filthy. I'm doing the necessary cleanup for social progress."
Feng Guang tried to move her hands and feet, but couldn't break free of the ropes binding her. She gritted her teeth, "How could you possibly be the murderer in this incident? Clearly... clearly Duan Mu is the murderer!"
“Duan Mu, he’s a good kid, how could he kill someone?” Duan Gao stood up and walked to Feng Guang. He smiled kindly. “He’ll go to prison, of course… I made him take the blame.”
"That's impossible! Why should he take the blame for you? Even if you're his father, if you killed so many people..."
"Of course he won't accept it, but what's the use? If I want him to, he has to do what I say." Duan Gao fiddled with a bell on the curtain and said in a good mood, "There's no one I can't control."
What exactly do you mean by that?
“It’s very simple. My hypnosis can control anyone.” Duan Gao laughed gleefully, his wrinkles deepening, giving him a sinister air. “I am the god of this world. There is no one I cannot control.”
Feng Guang was stunned for a moment, "Hypnosis... Could it be that Duan Mu appears at every crime scene, and also at the movies he's in..."
"You're very clever. He appeared at the crime scene because I subtly influenced him. At the designated time, he would naturally appear at the crime scene. As for getting him a movie role... he was grateful to me, thinking I wanted to help his career. Unfortunately, I only wanted to reinforce the false memory in his mind, making him believe it was real." He needed Duan Mu to remember all the lines in the book so that he would have a sense of familiarity. Only then would he truly believe that he had killed someone, and Duan Gao's hypnotic effect would be maximized.
Duan Mu had no doubt that he had never actually killed anyone.
Feng Guang paused for a long time, then asked in disbelief, "He's your son, how could you be so heartless as to let him take the blame for you?"
“He is my son, but he’s adopted,” Duan Gao said casually. “Over the years, he has indeed been very obedient, never talking back or retaliating when hit or scolded, and he has provided me with so much inspiration. But he said… he wants to marry you, and he probably won’t be able to visit me often anymore. Moreover, he wants to retire from the entertainment industry. How can that be? Without him, I can’t write a single word. And what if he retires from the entertainment industry and stops being a star? What if he starts writing books? No one knows his talent better than me. I know very well that once he starts writing, he will quickly surpass me.”
“So…” Duan Gao’s smile turned cold, “he can’t stay.”
Feng Guang asked, trembling, "Is this the reason... that you killed someone and then made him take the blame?"
Even with hypnosis, the hypnotized person cannot be made to do anything that violates the bottom line. Therefore, Duan Gao had no choice but to take matters into his own hands and then have Duan Mu take the blame.
"The glory of God cannot be touched; this is not a simple reason."
Duan Gao sees himself as a god, not just a creative god when writing, but... the creator god of the entire world.
He's gone mad.
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