Chapter 16 13 Perfect Murder

After sitting down, he seemed a little embarrassed, kept sniffing, moving his fingers, or frowning nervously.If I'm not mistaken, the middle-aged man in front of me is suffering from great psychological pressure and is therefore uneasy.I looked over to my partner and saw that he was looking at me as well, and he seemed to notice too. Partner: "You...haven't slept well lately?" Middle-aged man: "Not recently, I haven't slept well for three or four years." Partner: "So long? Why?" Middle-aged man: "It's a long story," he sighed, "I always have nightmares and restless thoughts, that's why I came to you."

The partner nodded: "Is there a lot of work pressure?" Middle-aged man: "No, it's gotten better over the years." Partner: "Family problems?" Middle-aged man: "We have a very good relationship without any problems. My wife is the kind of woman who is attached to men in everything. She almost obeys me. Many people are very envious. My son is also very good, very good. Anyway, no problems." Partner: "Nightmare?" Middle-aged man: "Yes, a nightmare." Having said that, his face became more and more serious. Partner: "What kind of nightmare?"

The middle-aged man looked at his partner seriously, and paused for a while: "Well... Before I say this, I want to ask one thing." Partner: "Please speak." Middle-aged man: "Is behavior hereditary?" Partner: "Behavior? Behavior itself is not hereditary, but behavioral psychology is hereditary, but that kind of heredity has various factors, including environmental factors, which cannot be judged independently, and must be looked at comprehensively." The middle-aged man nodded seriously: "So that's the case, it seems that I found the right person."

Partner: "Now, can you tell me about that nightmare?" Middle-aged man: "Okay, it's like this: About three or four years ago, I often dreamed that I killed my wife." The partner looked at him again at an imperceptible speed: "How did you kill him?" The middle-aged man hesitated for a few seconds: "All kinds of ways." Partner: "If possible, can you tell me?" The middle-aged man was a little nervous, and took a deep breath because of this: "Well... I can use a knife, a rope, a pillow, twist her neck, use a hammer... and after killing her, I will use various The way to dispose of the dead body... Whenever I wake up, I am always in a cold sweat."

The partner looked a little surprised: "You mean, you will dream about the whole incident in its entirety? Including disposing of the dead body?" Middle-aged man: "Yes, I premeditated in the dream, and then dragged the corpse to a prepared place for disposal." Partner: "How to deal with it?" Middle-aged man: "Ah... this... such as dismemberment, put a bathtub of sulfuric acid. In order to prevent the sulfuric acid from splashing out, a large glass plate was used to cover the bathtub. It was also set on fire, or driven to a certain place, Buried in the well dug beforehand."

Partner: "Do you dream of being caught?" Middle-aged man: "There will be at the beginning, and the better it will be dealt with later, basically there will be no time to be caught." Partner: "Then why did you kill her?" The middle-aged man looked at his knees, and after a long silence, he said, "I don't know... Can the desire to kill really be inherited?" He raised his head with a desperate expression. My partner and I looked at each other. Partner: "You mean to say..." Middle-aged man: "Probably when I was less than 9 years old, my father killed my mother."

The partner froze for a moment: "Uh, what did you see?" The middle-aged man pressed his lower lip tightly and nodded. Partner: "He... your father in front of you?" Middle-aged man: "Yes." Partner: "Why?" Middle-aged man: "I'm not very clear, but according to my grandma... oh, yes, I was brought up by my grandma. According to her, my mother is a shrew, and... well... and, I Dad killed her because she was having an affair." Partner: "Understood, after a certain quarrel..." Middle-aged man: "Yes." Partner: "Has your father been sentenced? Sorry, I don't want to inquire about privacy, but..."

Middle-aged man: "It doesn't matter. I was still young at that time, and it is also true. I was sentenced to capital punishment, so I was brought up by my grandma." Partner: "Next, I may ask a little deeper. If you feel that the question makes you uncomfortable, you don't have to answer it, is that okay?" Middle-aged man: "It's okay, you asked you, I came here to talk to you about this, just ask." Partner: "Well, thanks. Do you have any memories of that time?" Middle-aged man: "I was still young at that time, but many things seemed to me... um... it seemed not very clear, or some phenomena were exaggerated... Do you understand what I mean?"

Partner: "Understood, distorted memories of childhood." The middle-aged man nodded: "Well, I watched all that happen with my own eyes, and the deepest impression is: when the blood spurts out, it seems to have its own will, splashing into the air, and then splashing on the ground. And... Later, I once I dreamed about what happened that day." Partner: "Not the same as the nightmare that haunts you?" Middle-aged man: "It's different, this is not a nightmare, it's just a reappearance of my dad killing... her in the dream, the blood spurting to the ground didn't stop, but flowed to me."

Partner: "Huh? How to explain?" Middle-aged man: "It's as if blood has my mother's will...and I know what blood thinks." Partner: "Why do you say that?" The middle-aged man frowned and tried to remember: "That is to say, blood has emotions, and it flows eagerly to where I stand. In the dream, I could know that it was my mother's reluctance to bear me... so it is possible Kind of weird." Partner: "No, it's not weird at all, I understand." Middle-aged man: "Well, that's what it is anyway." Partner: "That dream never happened again?"

Middle-aged man: "I didn't have it a few times, probably since I was 30 years old." Partner: "I noticed that there was a gap of several years between when you reproduced the scene and when you dreamed that you killed your wife. Did you have any similar dreams during this period?" Middle-aged man: "No, those years were nothing more than normal." Partner: "Can you describe some of your nightmares about killing your wife?" Middle-aged man: "As I said, I almost used various methods to kill her... um... Do you want me to give you a few examples?" The partner nodded: "Yes." The middle-aged man scratched his head with an embarrassing expression: "Let's talk about the few times I remember the most. Once I dreamed that I strangled her to death, and then dragged her into the bathroom. I still remember that the bathroom was covered with decorations The kind of thick plastic film used to cover the tiles and the toilet and the washbasin and so on, but left a hole where the drain is. You understand? I designed everything in my dream, just wait The murder plan was implemented. I used the boning knife, hacksaw, and field ax I prepared in advance to break her body into pieces, about the size of a teacup, and then put them into dozens of small pieces. In the bag, ready to take out and dispose of. After all these were done, I cleaned up the plastic film spread in the bathroom, and the bathroom looked as usual, very clean, except for a little blood at the mouth of the sewer.” Partner: "Is it so detailed in the dream?" Middle-aged man: "Yes." Partner: "Is there any more?" Middle-aged man: "Another time I dreamed that I smothered her to death, then put her in a large plastic bag and put it in a suitcase. In the middle of the night, I carried the suitcase and walked up the stairs lightly. garage, put the suitcase in the trunk, and drove to a place in the suburbs where there was a deep pit I dug beforehand. I dragged the body out of the plastic bag, threw it into the pit, and threw it in Some rotten meat and heating agent, and finally poured a bucket of water, and then buried... very detailed, isn't it?" The partner frowned and nodded: "It's very detailed, it has reached the point of horror. You buried the corpse directly, and used rotting meat, as well as heating agent, water, in order to accelerate the decay of the corpse?" Middle-aged man: "Yes, that's it." Partner: "Do you feel scared when you do this in your dream?" Middle-aged man: "No, very calm, as if premeditated for a long time." Partner: "Have you considered any of this in reality?" Middle-aged man: "How is it possible, never. Even after waking up, I will be frightened into a cold sweat, or... feel like vomiting." Partner: "Your calmness and premeditation can only be found in dreams, right?" Middle-aged man: "That's it... I don't understand why. Could it be what I said? I have the desire to kill in my genes?" Partner: "At present, I don't think so. Your father didn't kill your mother to satisfy his desire to kill. It was an impulsive crime caused by something." The middle-aged man seemed very nervous: "I'm not afraid of your joke, I've thought about that kind of dream a lot, could it be that my father and I were controlled by some terrible...something...to do all that? Am I Question? I...I..." Partner: "You are afraid that one day you will actually do this because you have dreamed too many times, so you will come to us." The middle-aged man lowered his head and was silent for a while: "Yes, that's it. Once after killing my wife in a dream, I looked up in the mirror... I still remember that expression clearly, which is the same as I did more than 30 years ago. Father's expression was exactly the same..." The partner looked at him, then at me, and raised his eyebrows. I shook my head and my partner nodded. I mean I can't do hypnosis today because I can't grasp the point, he agreed. After the middle-aged man left, his partner sat crookedly at the desk, resting one hand and both legs on the desk, closing his eyes as if he was taking a nap. I leaned against the window and looked at my partner: "It looks weird, doesn't it?" He tapped the table slowly with his fingers in turn: "There is no unsolvable in this world, only the unknown." Me: "Then, the answer..." The partner opened his eyes: "The answer... should be in his heart." Me: "Well, let's get started." The partner nodded slightly, squinted his eyes and pondered for a while before speaking: "There is no tendency to violence." Me: "Not at all. When he said that, there was no excitement or impulse, only fear." The partner licked his lips: "Do you think it's a simple imitation?" Me: "Behavioral imitation? No, it's too reductive. In theory, it should be distorted." "Yeah..." As he spoke, his partner sighed, "It's so strange, why would he express what's in his heart in such an extreme way?" Me: "Could it really be that his wife has a problem?" Partner: "Huh? Probably not. If it's really a family problem, he can easily find the reason, and he won't be so guilty. You noticed his guilty expression. So I think his family life should be peaceful. And please him." Me: "So, work pressure?" Partner: "It's unlikely. He didn't mention the relationship between work pressure and dreams. If it was work pressure or life pressure, he would definitely talk about it, but he didn't mention a word just now, that is, He said that work and life didn't bother him at all. That's why he asked questions like 'Is homicide hereditary?'. Also, he said that sometimes he would vomit after waking up from a dream. Sensation, which means his reaction to it is physical and psychological...what's that word?" Me: "You mean behavioral and psychological double exclusion?" Partner: "Yes, that's it. So I think the reason should focus on his witnessing his father killing his mother." Me: "No, right? I can understand the psychological blow to him caused by witnessing his father killing his mother, but the problem is that he is repeating his father's behavior in his dream. You mean he uses migration to vent his dissatisfaction? But theoretically It doesn't make sense, how could he use his mother as a migration object to vent? Could it be that there are other women in his life?" Partner: "Relocation? I didn't say relocation... Is there another woman in his life... Killing his wife, and then avoiding the loss caused by divorce... Impossible, in this case, this dream is too direct... Well, yes ,impossible……" Me: "What if the scene of the killing left him with a distorted impression? He mentioned blood, and..." My partner jumped up and interrupted me: "Huh? Huh? What did you just say?" I was stunned: "The scene of the killing?" Partner: "No, no, what's the last sentence?" Me: "He mentioned blood...what's wrong?" Partner: "Blood? Blood! Damn it! I paid too much attention to the dream itself, ignoring the most important thing." Me: "What?" Partner: "Remember when he said the blood flowed to himself? He dreamed about it before he was 30 years old." Me: "I have an impression, what's wrong with that?" Partner: "Listen to the recording and you will know." He grabbed the recording pen and fiddled with it for a while, then played it back for me. "...Blood has emotions, and it flows eagerly to where I am standing. In the dream, I can know that it is my mother's reluctance to part with me..." The partner turned off the recorder and looked at me. I looked at him incomprehensibly, because I didn't catch what was wrong with this sentence. The partner shook his head helplessly: "The most important part of his dream was not the violence itself, but the calm handling of the corpse. Don't you think it's strange?" Me: "Is it wrong to look at disposing of dead bodies and violent tendencies as one?" Partner: "That's it. The two things should not be considered as one. Killing is killing, and disposing of corpses is disposing of corpses. Killing represents violence itself, while disposing of corpses means something else. If I deduce correctly, The handling of the body itself was an expression of his emotion." Me: "You confused me, you mean he has necrophilia?" Partner: "No, no, you misunderstood me. I mean, the result of disposing of the corpse, not the psychology." Me: "The result? Disposing of the corpse can avoid legal liability... huh? Did you mean..." The partner showed a smile: "Think again." I reasoned through this sentence carefully, and then looked at my partner. The partner raised the recording pen in his hand and played the recording again. After thinking about it for a while, I finally understood: "I understand...you mean...he mentioned that he was brought up by his grandma." The partner nodded: "That's exactly what I overlooked." Me: "Well... that makes sense." Partner: "Yes..." Me: "Just to be safe, let's make sure." Partner: "Of course, but even if you don't confirm it, you can basically be sure that this is the reason." Me: "Then the focus of hypnosis should not be the dream itself, but his psychology after he has no parents, right?" Partner: "Exactly." Me: "Well, I didn't expect it to be like this..." The partner put his legs on the desk again: "Yeah...it's a big circle." When the middle-aged man came for the second time, it was almost a week later. Partner: "Did you have that dream again?" The middle-aged man nodded: "Once." Partner: "Still..." Middle-aged man: "Yes, this time the corpses were divided and sealed in cement..." Partner: "Well... can I ask you about your childhood?" Middle-aged man: "OK." Partner: "Are your parents treating you well?" Middle-aged man: "It's all good. Although they often quarreled, they closed the door and didn't let me see them, and they didn't take their anger out on me. So for a long time, I even thought they It's a joke." Partner: "Your mother is having an affair, have you noticed it?" Middle-aged man: "No, I was young at that time, eating and playing foolishly, and didn't understand anything. My grandma told me later. My mother doted on me. I remember one time when I was with someone else. The child was playing around and scratched a big piece of his arm, so my mother took me to beat the child and the child's parents together." Partner: "So fierce?" The middle-aged man smiled: "Yes, she is such a person. So you may not imagine her talking to me softly." Partner: "Where's your father?" Middle-aged man: "In my impression, he is not very talkative. He likes that I don't hug and hug like my mother, but play with me, sit by my side and accompany me to read books and watch animations. , just accompany, don't say anything." Partner: "Before the accident, you didn't feel the atmosphere of family discord at all? It was the kind of Cold War." The middle-aged man thought for a while: "I don't remember it, maybe I didn't notice it? I don't have any impression." Partner: "What happened after the accident?" The middle-aged man paused for a while: "Everything changed after that." Partner: "It's not just for economic reasons, is it?" Middle-aged man: "Well, many people will point and comment at me... But my grandma took me by herself, with limited financial means, and it is impossible to move or change schools. Although it is a little better to go to middle school after graduating from elementary school, but The living environment can’t be changed. So basically... I will still be pointed at by people. Sometimes my grandma will hug me and cry until I wake up. Grandma will tell me a lot, but I didn’t understand it at the time, just Cry along." Partner: "Is she... still alive?" Middle-aged man: "Passed away, I died before I graduated from university, and I took a year off from school for this." Partner: "Do you have any other relatives?" Middle-aged man: "After the accident, grandpa and grandma have no contact with us. Maybe there are relatives there. But there is no contact, so I don't know..." Partner: "Where is your father?" Middle-aged man: "My dad is the only son, and he has some distant relatives, but since the accident happened at home, we haven't had any contact with him." Partner: "I can imagine... How about your current family?" Middle-aged man: "My wife and son? They are very good. Well... maybe it's because of my mother. So although my mother never showed a fierce side in front of me, I reject the strong Women, so I am a bit picky when looking for a wife, especially in terms of personality." Partner: "You mentioned yesterday that your wife is the kind of woman who is very attached to men." Middle-aged man: "Yes, she won't argue with me. When she gets angry, she just finds a place to sit by herself, and she will be fine for an hour at most. Because of this, I later deliberately restrained myself and treated her as much as possible. it is good." Partner: "Where's your son? Does it look like you?" Middle-aged man: "Looks like him, but his personality is nothing like that." Speaking of this, he smiled, "I was a more obedient kind since I was a child, but he is very, very naughty, and very smart. According to them The teacher said that he has never been able to finish a class quietly, but he has good grades, so the teacher tolerated it, and only complained to me in private, but never blamed. " The partner smiled: "Isn't that great? Besides, isn't that what boys are like? Speaking of which, your family is perfect and enviable." The middle-aged man smiled sheepishly: "It's not that exaggerated...and that's why I'm... very scared of that dream." The partner nodded: "Well, well, I know everything. In this way, we will hypnotize after a while, and then we can tell you exactly what's going on." Middle-aged man: "Really?" Partner: "Really." Middle-aged man: "Today?" Partner: "Yes, after hypnosis." The hypnosis went very smoothly, and the focus was on what I discussed with my partner last time—the state and psychology of childhood after losing a loved one.The situation is basically the same as we inferred, that is to say, we have found the problem of the nightmare. At the end of the hypnosis, we kept the subconscious memories he had unearthed under hypnosis. After returning to the study, the middle-aged man remained silent. It seemed that recalling his childhood experience made him a little sad. Partner: "Are you... better now?" Middle-aged man: "Well, it's much better, it's okay, just tell me." Partner: "Have you noticed the reason?" The middle-aged man thought for a while: "I'm afraid I need you to give me some pointers. I really don't know very well." The partner nodded and pushed the water glass in front of him: "That's right, it's a little convoluted, but I'll try to explain it in detail, if you don't understand, just interrupt me, okay?" Middle-aged man: "OK." Partner: "You killed your wife in your dream. It has something to do with violent tendencies, genetics, and the shadow caused by witnessing your father killing your mother, but none of them are the most important. The most important thing is that you desire to have a complete Childhood, just like your son is now." The middle-aged man stared at the ground and nodded silently. Partner: "Actually, killing your wife in your dream is not the point, the point is to dispose of the corpse. This part is also the closest part to your kind of dream, right?" Middle-aged man: "Yes, sometimes you just face my wife's body directly, without killing her." Partner: "Well, that's exactly what I'm going to say... The whole situation is a little bit complicated because there are a lot of details and attachments, but let's start with the main ones. Since you witnessed your mother die, you Don't expect anything about it - expecting her to come back to life is too far away for you, so you put all your expectations on your father - you hope that father is not convicted, so at least you are still a single parent family, and It is not the loss of parents. So the focus of your dream of killing your wife is to dispose of the corpse. In the dream, the cleaner you dispose of the corpse, the more it is equivalent to evading legal sanctions for you. That is to say, although you lost your mother, but You still have a father. Legally speaking, if you can destroy all the evidence after murder without conviction, it is called a 'perfect murder'. Therefore, your dream is emphasizing on repeating one thing, creating a perfect murder, so as to appease the father. Your assumption: Your father will not be convicted of killing his wife. In this way, you will not lose your parents, your childhood will not be so miserable, and at the same time, you will not bear so much and heavy psychological pressure since childhood... We all Know that all the accusations and arguments come from your father's sin." The middle-aged man took a deep breath: "...you're right... I started to have that thought when I was a teenager, but then I forgot it, I thought... I won't think about it anymore." Partner: "You have been obsessed with childhood memories until now, so when you consider marriage, you firmly reject women like your mother, because you are afraid of repeating the same old ways as your father-you know that your mother's The aggression and the affair lead to such extreme results, and the biggest victim is actually you. But at the same time, you can't let go of the love your mother once had for you, so for a while you have that kind of dream, and all you think is What you expressed in your dream: "Although my mother died, her blood flowed eagerly to me with her will, trying to give me the last trace of warmth." However, when you get married and have children, your That lack of psychology has been made up a little bit—the gentleness of your wife and the warmth brought by your family have made you no longer have any illusions and assumptions about your mother." The middle-aged man nodded solemnly: "You are absolutely right." Partner: "However, the shadow of bereavement, accusations, and discussions has not diminished in the slightest. On the contrary, it has become more intense after the comparison with your son. You said that you started to have this dream about three or four years ago. Right? How old was your son at that time? Eight or nine years old?" Middle-aged man: "Yes, more than 8 years old, less than 9 years old...about the same age as when I saw my father kill my mother." Partner: "Well, so, you're starting to revisit childhood experiences; so, you're using this dream to… that's it." The middle-aged man looked at his partner: "Why is my dream expressed in this way instead of directly expressing it?" Partner: "Because you have witnessed everything with your own eyes, and you have personally experienced those things that you should not bear. In reality, you have already given up any expectations for this, and even in your dreams, you use some kind of transfer method to get rid of it. Express your desire to... um... may I make a suggestion?" Middle-aged man: "It's okay, just tell me." Partner: "You never told your wife this, did you? In fact, you should tell her all this, because you have already endured too many things that you shouldn't have to bear, and you have carried too much." The middle-aged man smiled faintly, shook his head, but said nothing. Partner: "Well, it's up to you to decide." Middle-aged man: "My wife is a very simple person. She grew up in a carefree environment with plenty of food and clothing, so let me continue to carry some things. I don't want her and my son to know about it. I The suffering I have suffered has passed, and it is meaningless to let them know about it. I know that telling her may relieve some of my psychological burden, but for them, it adds something that they shouldn't bear. Why bother? Let me do it, as long as that dream is not my intention... By the way, you... Do you think I have other psychological problems? I won't hurt my family, right?" Partner: "From what you just said, you have no other problems. You are a very, very responsible person, and a very, very good person." The middle-aged man smiled sheepishly: "You are too much, as long as that...is not hereditary, I'm afraid...you know what I'm going to say." The partner nods. My partner and I stood at the door and watched him go away before returning to the clinic. As I cleared the table, I asked my partner, "Did you see him cry or be visibly upset?" The partner thought for a while: "No." Me: "He is the kind of person with excellent psychological quality. I thought he would cry. That kind of childhood...it's a nightmare when I think about it." Partner: "He doesn't need to cry anymore. He almost grew up with tears in his eyes, but I don't see any complaints or hatred in him, and he never mentioned how much he hates those who talk about him. People. From this point of view, it is already very remarkable that he can face these things calmly... a very manly man, if it were me, I think I might not be able to do it." Me: "Well...but it doesn't seem good for him to insist on not telling his family. I'm afraid he will be depressed for too long and..." Partner: "Don't worry, he won't. For him, that kind of burden has become a driving force, and he will only be more tenacious than now." Me: "Well, I believe that... have you noticed what kind of car he drives?" Partner: "I didn't look carefully, what is it? The expensive one?" I nodded: "It's a kind of compensation." Partner: "No, he can bear what ordinary people can't bear, so everything now is what he deserves."