Chapter 7
Xia Meng pushed open the door to the rooftop and walked downstairs.
Exploring Fan Xue's mental picture from the perspective and method of exploring mental patients seems to make everything much simpler.
It was like the fog blocking the view suddenly dissipated.
She traced all the clues back to the moment when she first met Fan Xue yesterday.
Judging from the condition displayed by Fan Xue, it can be basically confirmed that she is the serial killer herself.
All the evidence points to her.
The only doubt is her cry of "Save me".
Is it possible that he has a dual personality?
Dissociative identity disorder, commonly known as multiple personality disorder.
It refers to a person having two or more very different personalities at the same time.
Is it possible that one personality committed the crime and the other personality is asking her for help?
At that moment yesterday, Xia Meng did think about this possibility.
Among the mentally ill patients she had come into contact with as a teacher in the past, there were also many patients with multiple personality disorder.
I have even come across several cases of multiple personality disorder murders, as well as cases of normal people attempting to disguise themselves as multiple personalities to escape punishment.
So, is it the same for Fan Xue?
Xia Meng thought about it and felt that it was unlikely.
On the one hand, she believed in Wang Xiangyi's ability and professionalism, and whether he had a dual personality or not would generally not escape his scrutiny.
On the other hand, an important sign of multiple personality is that each personality exists independently.
Research data from various sources indicate that the multiple personalities within an individual are independent and autonomous from each other and exist as complete selves, with each personality dominating at a specific time.
In short, at the same time period, there is generally only one personality controlling the body.
But what about then?
Obviously, the "killer" Fan Xue and the "helper" Fan Xue appeared at the same time.
Xia Meng remembered it very clearly. At that time, Fan Xue had a "killer" look in his eyes, and at the same time, the voice was calling for help.
Xia Meng still tends to believe that Fan Xue and that voice are two different individuals, not two personalities of Fan Xue.
Because... she could feel that the voice carried some hatred towards Fan Xue.
It was that voice that pushed Fan Xue towards the edge of the cliff.
I feel like my thoughts are becoming clearer and clearer.
Xia Meng could feel that it was like a puzzle, only missing the last few pieces.
She walked up the stairs to the fifth floor.
Li Zhou followed her and asked, "Where are we going now?"
Xia Meng was about to say that since the entire building was Fan Xue's mental image, they could search around and maybe find a lot of clues. But just as she was about to speak, she suddenly stopped.
Her gaze fell on the opposite side.
They were now standing in the corridor on the fifth floor.
There are classrooms on one side of the long corridor and glass windows on the other side.
At this time, Xia Meng's gaze was on the window glass.
The moonlight poured down, not only illuminating her "Fan Xue" face, but also illuminating the appearance of the person behind her.
It was not Li Zhou's appearance, but the face of a young woman, probably in her early twenties, with a very pretty and quiet look.
In the reflection, he looked much shorter, about the same height as Fan Xue.
Li Zhou was also startled and subconsciously raised his hand to touch his face: "Who is this? Why did I become like this?"
Xia Meng paused for a long moment before coming back to her senses: "Good question."
She said slowly, "Since we are here together, I have the identity of 'Fan Xue', so you naturally have it too."
Li Zhou: "Then who is she?"
Xia Meng lowered her eyes and recalled.
She had seen this face before.
The information Zhou Qi gave me yesterday?
No, at that time Wang Xiangyi didn't want her to get too involved in the affairs of the Black Tower, so he didn't even let her touch the information.
Where have you seen that?
Before yesterday, she had never heard of Fan Xue.
Although public opinion on the Internet was fermenting heatedly, she had been busy with experiments for some time and did not even have time to chat with others, nor did she have time to surf the Internet.
If it's not in the Black Tower, then it's——
She suddenly remembered.
That’s right!
Before going to bed! She had just finished browsing the internet to review the information on the Fan Xue incident.
If Wang Xiangyi doesn't show it to her, can't she find it?
The internet is now flooded with Fan Xue’s personal information.
Fan Xue is very famous.
Because she was good-looking and a good student, her classmates took photos of her and posted them online when she was first admitted to Huazhong University of Science and Technology.
Netizens were amazed by her beauty, saying she was the best student among all the beautiful students at Beijing University, and also the best looking among the top students at Huadu University. With top-notch looks and a top-notch mind, she must be in the entertainment industry—of course, this was all a joke.
In short, Fan Xue became completely famous at that time.
In the next one or two years, when people mentioned the school belle, she would be the first person they thought of.
That's not the point.
The point is, Xia Meng not only checked Fan Xue last night, but also checked another person.
Jiang Qiongran.
The fifth victim in Fan Xue's serial murder case.
A senior student at the Hua University School of Fine Arts.
The only survivor in a serial case.
Too.
This is the crime scene. If the murderer is here, the victim must be here too.
victim……
Xia Meng murmured these three words, and a flash of inspiration seemed to flash through her mind. The end of the ball of wool seemed to be right in front of her.
What if Fan Xue really wasn't the murderer?
Then, the victim must be fake!
Xia Meng: “!”
Thinking of this, she suddenly turned her head and strode towards the stairs, running faster and faster.
Li Zhou followed in surprise: "Where are we going?"
Without even turning around, Xia Meng quickly said, "Go back to the scene! The art classroom!"
This teaching building is not big.
Because it is an abandoned old building, the layout is very retro, with horizontal and vertical lines.
Xia Meng usually has a poor sense of direction, but fortunately it didn't take her long to find the art classroom at the end of the corridor on the first floor.
The entire art classroom had almost completely collapsed, with cracks spreading into the corridor.
Li Zhou walked forward and pushed the door, but it didn't open.
He turned around and said, "This door must have been blocked. We can only go back the way we came."
That is, climbing through the window.
Xia Meng nodded and jumped out of the corridor window.
Li Zhou said, "Wait a minute. There's a lot of rubble and broken glass outside. I'll carry you over."
Xia Meng waved her hand carelessly, "Forget it, it's just a little way, we'll get there if we just bear with it."
She was not someone who was afraid of pain, and she usually thought she was quite strong. It was just a short distance, less than ten meters, so she was not so delicate as to ask Li Zhou to carry her across again.
Moreover, she had heard that people entered the spiritual scene in a state of spiritual power.
She didn't know how she got in, but she thought that she was probably not a physical entity at this moment.
Any physical injuries sustained here will not appear on the real body.
So, at most you will just suffer a little pain.
No big deal.
Xia Meng jumped directly out of the window, passed through the path covered with broken glass without blinking, and climbed back to the art classroom through the window.
Her movements of climbing through the window were extremely skillful and neat, as if they had been etched into her body instinct long ago.
Li Zhou was watching behind her, stunned.
As I watched, I found it a little funny.
This person is quite interesting.
What a pity, he is just an ordinary person.
…
The art classroom has been completely destroyed.
As soon as she returned here, Xia Meng almost immediately realized that her body was out of control again.
That persuasive voice rang in her ears again, very sharp and piercing.
"What are you waiting for?"
"Are you just going to let her go like this?"
"She doesn't deserve to live! She destroyed you, she took everything from you, she must pay the price!"
"Kill her! Kill her!!"
Xia Meng had not seriously explored the meaning of these words before.
Listening to it again now, I finally noticed the sense of incongruity.
It doesn't seem like persuasion, but more like brainwashing.
Xia Meng swallowed.
It seems her guess was correct.
At this time, her body slowly bent down uncontrollably and picked up the small hammer that Li Zhou had kicked away not long ago.
Then she slowly turned around and raised her arms towards Li Zhou.
Li Zhou stared at her quietly.
At this time, he also realized that something was wrong with Xia Meng.
Li Zhou asked, "Are you okay? How can I help you?"
He seemed unconcerned about his own danger.
That's right, with her attack power, he could probably block it with just one finger.
Xia Meng's eyes rolled around.
Her body was controlled and she couldn't speak.
How did she break free from control just now?
Oh, yes, it seemed that Li Zhou had thrown him down, and the force disappeared automatically.
She raised her arm high and was about to hit Li Zhou. At this time, Li Zhou raised his hand and easily grabbed her wrist.
He was very strong, and once he grabbed her wrist, she couldn't move forward even a little.
At the same time, Xia Meng felt the power controlling her body suddenly dissipate.
Xia Meng hastily snatched back control of her body. She turned her head and shouted into the void, "You're the one who's going to pay the price! Jiang Qiongran!"
Her voice echoed throughout the space.
The voice suddenly disappeared.
Li Zhou looked at Xia Meng in surprise: "What did you say?"
Xia Meng didn't even turn her head, her eyes quickly scanning every detail of the classroom.
The door must be here!
She explained, "I misunderstood. This isn't Fan Xue's mental image, it's Jiang Qiongran's. It's an art classroom. Fan Xue is a law student, and she has nothing to do with art. How could she possibly have such a mental image? This could only be Jiang Qiongran's."
She continued, "I read in a book that to enter a person's mental image, you must come into contact with that person's spiritual power. I haven't come into contact with Jiang Qiongran, and neither have you. After much thought, the only possibility is that we both came into contact with Fan Xue—I was exposed to her in the inquiry room, and then you and I came into contact indirectly in the lobby."
Li Zhou grasped the contradiction.
"If that's the case, how can we possibly enter the mental image of that Jiang something?"
Xia Meng turned around and said, "So, this should be a fake spiritual picture."
Li Zhou opened his eyes slightly wide: "What?"
Xia Meng looked at him firmly and explained, "This is all fake. Fan Xue is not the murderer, and Jiang Qiongran is not the victim. This is a fake created by Jiang Qiongran, a lie he wants Fan Xue to believe, and he wants everyone else to believe it."
She spoke slowly, "The real murderer should be Jiang Qiongran."
As soon as he finished speaking, the shaking in the whole room suddenly stopped.
A distant, angry scream broke through the air in the distance.
It was Jiang Qiongran's voice.
Xia Meng raised her eyes.
The door was found.
The next second, the entire floor suddenly collapsed completely, shattering into pieces.
The two men felt empty beneath their feet, and in the moment of weightlessness, they slid into the dark abyss beneath their feet.
…
The two fell into a bright place.
The sound of bells can be heard in the distance.
A gentle breeze blew through the tree-lined avenue.
Li Zhou looked around, not recognizing where he was. "Is this... a campus?"
"It's the Qinghua University campus." Xia Meng patted her butt and stood up. "It's also Fan Xue's spiritual picture."
Li Zhou turned his head.
Her tone sounded more determined than that of a sentinel like him.
Xia Meng explained, "Fan Xue's parents are both professors at Huazhong University. She grew up here. If I were to ask her to choose a place where she feels most secure, I would choose this place, too."
Xia Meng snapped her fingers and said, "Let's go find Fan Xue and find out the truth."
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