Chapter 29 Chapter 27 Mr. H's Story

I believe everyone knows my profession, I am a truck driver.My culture is not high. Compared with you, I am a rough person.In the past, I thought that only those intellectuals who were sour could suffer from mental illness. Now it seems that anyone can have problems with their heads. That incident happened two years ago, when I had been married for less than three years.My wife is as ill-educated as I am, but she is also gentle and kind.Although our life was not rich, we were happy and happy. At that time, we planned to have a child, and I worked hard in the company, hoping to give them a good life.

One morning in June, I suddenly received a call from a stranger. As soon as I connected, a hysterical voice came from the phone: "Where are you? Come to Furong Community! Come!!" I was a little baffled, and hurriedly asked him: "Who are you?" "I'm Chen Bing's husband, Chen Bing... She committed suicide by jumping off the building!!" After finishing speaking, the phone hung up. I was taken aback, and then called back, but the other party's mobile phone could no longer be connected.I thought about it and decided to drive to Furong Community to have a look.Along the way, I desperately remembered the name Chen Bing, and finally remembered that she was my junior high school classmate.But we haven't seen each other since we graduated, and we have never had anything to do with each other. How could his husband have my cell phone number?And why did you call me in the first place at this time?

I rushed to the Furong Community and saw a police car parked at the gate, and a lot of people had already gathered in a building in the park.I ran over, and before I could get to the front, I saw the crowd dodge a gap, and several first-aiders ran out carrying a stretcher, and on the stretcher lay a person covered with a white cloth. Judging from the long black hair exposed underneath, this is a woman.I was so frightened, could this really be Chen Bing, could it be that she really committed suicide? When I was in a daze, a man suddenly rushed out from the crowd, grabbed me and dragged me to another building.I managed to break free from him, but he called out my name directly, raised his hand and punched me hard in the face.I was stunned by the beating, and covered my face and yelled at him: "Who are you? Why did you beat someone?"

He yelled at me: "I am Chen Bing's husband! You bastard, you are the one who killed Chen Bing!" After finishing speaking, he threw a bag of things on me, turned around and ran away.At that time, many people were looking this way, and my thought at that time was to leave here as soon as possible. I didn't care about my broken mouth, picked up the package, and drove away in a hurry. I didn't go back to the company that day and turned off my phone.I pulled over, sat in the cab and opened the package.Inside are several diaries and a stack of letters. Judging from the dates of the diaries and letters, they were all written from more than ten years ago to the present.I looked through those diaries and letters, and found that they were all addressed to me.She said in her diary that she had been secretly in love with me since junior high school, but she never dared to confess to me.After graduation, everyone went their separate ways. She also married and became a wife, but she still couldn't forget me. She even asked someone to know my phone number and work unit.During this period, she also wrote many letters to me, but none of them were sent.Later, her husband found her diary and letters, beat her up in a rage, and then stared at her like a thief, and beat her to vent his anger when things went wrong. After several tortures, Chen Bing also treated her I completely lost confidence in my marriage.Just the night before she committed suicide by jumping off a building, her husband beat her up for finding fault with some trivial matters.Chen Bing locked himself in the bedroom, wrote me the last letter, sat on the window sill until dawn, and then jumped off...

(Mr. H suddenly buries his face in his big hand with blue veins, his whole body is trembling slightly.) From that day on, my life completely changed.I tried my best to recall Chen Bing's appearance, but I couldn't remember it.I didn't know where to throw my junior high school graduation photo. Later, I contacted a junior high school classmate. With his help, I found her figure in the graduation photo.She was thin and not talkative at that time. In the three years of junior high school, I had no impression of her at all.But since that day, this face has often appeared in front of my eyes.From the beginning to the end, I didn't see her body, but I think I witnessed the whole process of her jumping off the building.She was sitting on the window sill, hugging the window frame and whimpering, still calling my name, then, as soon as she let go, she jumped down...

(Mr. H’s words stopped abruptly. Suddenly, he jumped up, picked up the tray in front of him, and slammed it down on his head. The teapot and cups fell to the ground, and the hot tea splashed on him. all over.) Everyone hurriedly stopped him, but Mr. H was pale and clenched his teeth, as if he was about to pass out of shock. Mr. Z instructed everyone to help Mr. H to lie down on a blanket in the corner, pried open his mouth, and stuffed two sedatives into it.Mr. H, who was in a semi-comatose state, struggled restlessly and said something vaguely in his mouth.For a moment, his movements gradually became lighter, and finally he fell into a deep sleep.

Everyone returned to the table and sat down. Mr. Z made tea again, pondered for a while, and said, "Let me explain the next thing for H." Mr. H kept fantasizing about the scene of Chen Bing jumping off the building in his mind, and each time it caused him unbearable pain.He thought that Chen Bing's husband was right, that he had indeed killed Chen Bing.This strong sense of guilt made him unable to work and live normally.He hated himself from the bottom of his heart, and felt that only by destroying himself could he calm down his guilt towards Chen Bing.So Mr. H went to the hospital and asked to donate his organs.The doctor found that Mr. H's mood was extremely unstable and suspected that he had a mental disorder, so he rejected him.After several times, Mr. H found himself more and more disgusting. Finally, late one night, he cut himself with a razor in the bathroom. This scene happened to be discovered by his wife. Mr. H couldn't explain the truth to his wife, so he could only answer her by shouting wildly. H's wife went in without knowing it, and was frightened by her husband, so she went back to her mother's house for a temporary stay.

"Then, that woman named Chen Bing," Miss Q asked, "Did she really commit suicide because of H?" "Hehe, no." Mr. Z flipped through the materials in his hand, "This incident is the same as what we have encountered. It is a pre-designed experiment. According to the information I have, Chen Bing is indeed a real person. It is indeed Mr. H's junior high school classmate. But she suffered from severe depression five years ago, and has committed suicide several times. I believe that the instigator of the "education field" studied Chen Bing's case in advance and knew that she would return sooner or later. committed suicide, and chose Mr. H as the experimental subject after Chen Bing's suicide."

"What about those diaries and letters?" asked Mr. T. "Of course it's fake." Mr. Z smiled, "And as far as I know, the fact that Chen Bing has a crush on Mr. H is purely fictional." "Since they are all fake, why is Chen Bing's husband so cooperative?" Miss Q asked again. "Hehe, that's also fake." Mr. Z pulled out a photo from the file, "It's also a so-called volunteer recruited by the 'religion field'. This guy is an actor. He's sure Mr. H dared not go to him to verify the truth False, of course there is nothing to worry about."

Everyone looked at the photos, and the atmosphere was dignified. "Mr. H's condition has suddenly worsened recently." Mr. Z said in a low tone, "Q and T also saw it, and Mr. H started to harm himself again." "But why is that so?" Mr. Z took a look at Luo Jiahai, "When we rescued L, Mr. H cooperated with Mr. J to create a car accident. He witnessed the tragedy of the car accident and inadvertently increased his sense of guilt. This is also the most common onset of PTSD. The reason. Therefore," Mr. Z turned to Luo Jiahai, "we will help Mr. H in advance, so you won't have any objections."

Luo Jiahai looked at Mr. H who was sleeping in the corner, and shook his head. "No comment."