Chapter 39 Chapter 38

I stepped into the psychiatric clinic drenched. There was no one at the counter, so I pushed away the clinic room inhabited by demons. Essential oils, Dali's imitation paintings, a balcony full of plants, a desk, and a brown sofa. The doctor was lying on the brown sofa reading a novel. I pointed the gun at him and he gave me a look, then went back to his book. Heavy and full of metallic weight, I think I'm actually holding a pistol, not a spoon. "Have you killed all the villains on the Thai-Myanmar border?" The doctor's eyes were still on his novel. "No." I just need to squeeze the trigger lightly, and I can kill him in an instant, right?

"Is it still awkward?" The doctor slowly closed the novel and placed it by the armrest of the sofa. "It's not awkward." I gritted my teeth. "That's awkward." The doctor sighed: "Put down the spoon. I'm really tired today. Everyone is looking for me at this time. It seems that this typhoon is not simple. It blows many coincidences in one breath." I was stunned, then put down the...spoon in my hand, and sat on the sofa suspiciously. Yes yes yes I sat on the same big sofa as before, with ice cream in my left hand and a spoon filled with vanilla ice cream in my right.And the doctor didn't know when he left the sofa, and was slowly arranging his collection of books in front of the bookcase.

Immediately, my heart became clearer, maybe there is a little chance in other places, but here, on his territory, he can do whatever he wants with everything, including playing with my life. Because of this, it also proves that the doctor is not hostile to me. I put down the damn ice cream. "Before, a long time ago, you tampered with my memory." I stared into his eyes. "I blew up your memory." The doctor took it for granted. "That kind of thing, can you do it again?" I resisted the urge to punch him because I couldn't. "The order is wrong."

The doctor tapped the table lightly with his fingers, I'm not sure if it was a hinted instruction, anyway, I couldn't tell and couldn't resist: "You should ask me first, why did I blow up your memory a long, long time ago Bar?" "That's not important. The really important things will never be lost, and the things that will be lost must not be important." I don't regret it at all: "I don't want to get back the memory that was blown up by you. Damn it, I don't even want to get it back." I don’t know me in my previous life, and I don’t want to.”

"Your lines haven't changed yet, Huoyu." The doctor looked tired, but still smiled at the lowest level: "This time, what made you come back here?" "You don't have to worry about it, just do it." I couldn't help but increase the volume: "That's what you owe me!" "I owe you?" "I don't care why you blew up my memory before. As long as you blew up all my memories now, I'll treat you as if you didn't do anything to me! We owe nothing!" I closed my eyes and slowly Slowly, slowly trying to get the pistol out of my back again.

While I might still get out the spoon, it's the only intimidation I can do. However, I saw that my hands were still holding two spoons. "You have a very queer definition of who owes whom." The doctor took a box of sandwiches from a drawer. "...What do I have to do before you blow up my memory?" I held the spoon tightly. "Do you hate the present memory?" "It's none of your business, blow it up!" "What happened between the time you left here and now?" "It's none of your business, tell me what I have to do before you blow up everything in my head!"

When I yelled like that, I felt like I had a long, long, long hiccup. The doctor looked at me with pity and sighed: "Well, that's what happened." Not out of intelligence or intuition, but I told it, with tears streaming down my face.I know that the doctor just robbed me of not only my sense of time, but also all of my memories of that time in my consciousness, and faked my grief.I knew the doctor was capable of doing that, and did. I wanted to kill him very much, and I regretted why I came back here to experience his humiliation when I was unable to do so. "It's a very happy thing that the beloved woman didn't die, and you have been secretly happy. But she hired a killer to kill herself in front of you? Well, of course you can take revenge on the spot, no, it should be said to your degree You could have easily killed the killer before he shot him, and saved your beloved with a little effort. But you didn't, you watched him shoot and smash her head, and you pretended to be indifferent and watched him go." Doctor But he didn't hide his despicable theft: "If your awkwardness has become so rigid, it will be futile for me to blow up your memory again."

I glared at this bastard who robbed me. I can't do anything in front of him, but I just punched him, and it's hard to guarantee that I won't wake up on the street. "Change your personality, Huoyu, change your personality." The doctor crushed the empty sandwich biscuit box and threw it in the trash can at his feet. "Blow up, my, memory." I said word for word: "Other than that, I will give you whatever you want." "Okay, then you can go to the Thai-Myanmar border and kill all those ghosts and monsters. It's just a piece of cake for you now, isn't it?" The doctor looked at me incomprehensibly: "After that, I guarantee you will feel better , I probably don’t need me to help you deal with the memory.”

"I! Now! I want you to blow my head off!" I rushed forward and shouted, "Do it now!" Our eyes met for a long time, and I think he must have seen my uncompromising determination. Finally, the doctor took out a stack of thick and yellowed letter paper from the files, and carefully placed it on the table. I don't know why, but the handwriting on that stack of letter paper made me dizzy for a while. "Read it." "...Who wrote the letter?" "A letter from a dying friend who saved my life." "What am I reading it for?" "If you don't read it, I'll order you to."

I had no choice but to pick up the stack of letters and sit back on the damn sofa. As soon as he sat down, he sank deeply into the stack of letters.