Baroque style retro decoration, horseshoe leg-shaped solid wood furniture, dark brown wall panels with oil paintings of plants and scenery, nostalgic carved mahogany wall clocks, and every second hand goes into the grid, which makes Luo Zhe feel a little bored.

The breeze rolled up the curtains, and a beam of sunlight came in from the window, and the strong light shook Luo Zhe tensed.

"Is insomnia getting worse?"

Luo Zhe collapsed on the chair and pinched his eyebrows. He had forgotten how he came here, whether he was taking the light rail or driving his own car, and even forgot what day of the week and whether it was a weekday.

People with insomnia have difficulty falling asleep and have no real moments of awakening. When they wake up at different times and places, they may become different people.

Tat...

The second hand moved forward accurately. Luo Zhe wanted to see the time on the wall clock, but once his vision moved up, the floaters would become serious, and the vision was blocked by distorted black shadow spots.

"How long have I been here?"

Luo Zhe held his forehead and stared at Qiao Ya. Qiao Ya seemed a little different today. She supported her arms on the desk with her hands, clasped her hands against her chin, and looked solemn.

Compared to the gentle woman who was intellectual and beautiful in the past, she was more like a psychiatric director who acted in a straightforward manner according to the system. She was not the type that could make her soft-hearted with just a few good words.

"Did you forget even what happened not long ago?" Qiao Ya stared at Li Wei interrogatively and added: "I am your attending doctor. You have been diagnosed with acute delusion attacks, epilepsy mental disorders, paranoid mental disorders, and the most serious thing is disintegration. The sedative medicine I prescribed for you has the side effects of transient amnesia."

Luo Zhe frowned, and malice was reflected in his pupils.

"I'm not mentally ill. I'm just asking you to prescribe medicine, some pacifiers and serotonin re-intake medicines, which help you sleep. Is this a new trick you came up with?"

Although Luo Zhe trusts Qiao Ya, he also understands that she puts herself in her shoes and cannot forgive such a prank no matter what purpose she is.

Once you are determined by others whether you are a lunatic, if you are a freak, if you are left to others, you are given control of yourself. The world is quite cruel. Once you are at mercy, you are determined to have no power of resistance and no threat. Any inhuman things will happen all the time. The worst thing is that even you think this kind of abuse is reasonable.

"I'm helping you." Qiao Ya took out a photo, put it on the table and pushed it in front of Luo Zhe. "I'm giving you a chance to survive. If you kill someone, you must admit in court that you have mental disorders in order to continue to live. Just sign this document."

At the same time, a document without criminal responsibility was placed in front of Luo Zhe, which said that he had been diagnosed as a mentally ill patient who had completely lost his ability to identify or control his behavior. He was identified by legal procedures and would not bear any criminal responsibility. However, only if he signed it himself, he would have a legal effect and would be forced to be treated by the government instead of shooting.

"kill?"

Luo Zhe believes that he will not do such stupid things. Since he wants to enjoy the convenience and benefits brought by human society, he must abide by its rules and regulations.

He picked up the photo on the table and looked at it carefully. The photo showed a blonde and blue-eyed foreign woman, which made Luo Zhe even more confused because he had no impression of this person and had no reason to kill a ghost man with no intersection.

Luo Zhe seemed to have forgotten it, and Qiao Ya helped him recall the specific story orally.

"This is the head of a foreign-funded business that your company cooperates with. Obviously, you have a certain attraction to trick her into the apartment and then kill her."

Qiao Ya explained expressionlessly.

"Is that so? I don't have any impression of her name?"

Luo Zhe put down the photo, but in fact, this woman is not her own type.

"The name doesn't matter. You have an acute delusion attack. You blame all mental illnesses on infectious diseases and recognize her as an epidemic prevention staff of the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. However, the infectious diseases you imagined cannot be cured without any antidote. Only by eliminating the infected person can the epidemic be prevented from spreading. You killed her with the excuse of self-defense."

Qiao Ya looked solemn and stared at Luo Zhe's eyes without any emotion.

"I can't remember at all, how do you prove everything you said?"

Luo Zhe was a little confused. No one would be so bored that he carefully made up a prank without too many flaws and loopholes. Unless he had a brain problem, Qiao Ya was obviously not that type of person.

"Although you didn't tell me anything about you in your subjective consciousness, you were not prepared for the epilepsy. Luo Zhe, you are a monster." Qiao Ya calmly flipped through Luo Zhe's archives and added: "It seems that it is the reason for work. You parse human emotions and behavior into data, and provide the motivation for behavior, the essence of human beings, you call it the source code."

Luo Zhe twitched his five fingers, leaned back, and the chairs he was sitting moved back a few centimeters. The sharp creaking sound of the wood rubbing against the floor seemed to be a sharp object slashing the glass.

"You think most of human behavior is the remaining data files that are filtered and loaded when the system works. Your work is to clean caches and cookies, so that the system can clear the burden and restore the correct operation efficiency. In short, it is to let all failures get the correct feedback. In the long run, in too many remaining data files, humans often lose their essence, and you realize this yourself, including yourself."

Qiao Ya turned the page on the archives thick like medical books and continued: "You try to find your source code. The system cannot recognize the source code, so you need to interpret and compile the code that the system can understand. The journey to seek truth is very rough, right? You are a monster, Luo Zhe. HIV mutual aid center, hospice, you pretend to be a dying person and talk to them. Maybe it is a painful person or a dying person that can inspire you because what they say is weighty, right?"

"Impossible...you can't know."

Luo Zhe stretched out his hand and wanted to grab the files on the table, but when this idea arose, floaters attacked, dizzy, and his vision was blocked by black shadows.

"Then did you get it? Some kind of inspiration?"

Qiao Ya put her hands together and pressed her chin, and her longing eyes seemed to be very curious about the answer.

"Are you really my psychiatrist?"

Luo Zhe took off his guard and seemed to have been seen through. The file may have recorded everything about him.

"Of course, no one in this world knows you better than me. The most urgent thing is to sign this statement, otherwise you will be shot." Qiao Ya's tone was calm, without any ups and downs, "I will heal you and become a healthy person."

Luo Zhe's meticulous oily head radiated a few strands, and took out a signing pen from the pen holder, looking haggardly at the statement of no criminal responsibility. He might have really killed someone unconsciously, and he could get away with it as long as he signed it.

But he hesitated.

"What are you waiting for?"

Qiao Ya couldn't solve the problem. This multiple-choice question was quite simple, either dead or alive.

Luo Zhe pinched his eyebrows, as if it was the cause of insomnia, and became increasingly anxious and confused, "The problem is, if I really have mental illness..."

Qiao Ya looked grim, and Luo Zhe always blamed the problem on insomnia. She rejected: "It's not that you're diagnosed."

Oxygen is exciting.

At a height of ten thousand meters, the plane malfunctioned and was about to crash, and the oxygen hood bounced out.

Only by inhaling oxygen can one develop the courage to accept the fact of death.

"hiss……"

Suck hard deeply.

"Is that mental illness that makes me myself, or is it that heals it to become myself."

Luo Zhe is not afraid of death, it can but it is not necessary.

"Psychia... is not a disease, weakness is a disease. Cowards will be afraid and go crazy. This is natural and cannot be treated. This is not a disease, it is just a defect."

"I'm not mentally ill. I can pay the price for my actions, but I can't be shamed."

"If you want to kill me, then come on."

Luo Zhe put down his signature pen and tore the statement of no criminal responsibility in his hand in half.

A long silence.

Qiao Ya spoke, and she said, "You are qualified."

"What?"

Luo Zhe was puzzled.

"Open your heart."

“Join the hunt.”

Qiao Ya finished speaking.
Chapter completed!