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Chapter 41 Chapter 40

Killer·Fate of the Return 九把刀 1870Words 2018-03-23
I put down the stack of papers. No need for careful thinking or meticulous reasoning ability, the dark life recorded in the stack of ghost paper in my hand pierced into my soul through my fingertips, telling me the karmic reincarnation between "black and white" and me. The psychiatrist who was no longer smiling looked at me with eyes that seemed to come from an infinitely distant strange past. "If it wasn't for you, it wouldn't be those two hooligans who died in the dark alley that night, but me." The psychiatrist did not sigh, but stated a very calm sentence in a very calm tone: "I have a responsibility for your dark life."

"..." I don't know what kind of eyes I looked at the doctor in front of me, and I couldn't say a word. The doctor talked about the friendship between black and white and him. When they met in his mansion when they were young, black and white taught him the skills of stealing and the cruel life in another dark world. For him, it was a magical fantasy country full of magic, and he was deeply fascinated. From then on, they steal together, sell the stolen goods together, and plan bigger and more complicated thefts together. They vow to share good fortune and fortune together, and they will become the most powerful thief partner in the world. .

When Black and White embarked on an extreme life of killing in order to protect him, he timidly retreated.He felt guilty and blamed himself, but the black and white who lived alone in the symbol of Cicada Castle never blamed him, and walked away in a cool way, which made him not know how to repay. After studying hard to get into the medical school, he thought that he would never have anything to do with black and white again, but later he had a weird and magical encounter, a dark monster who conquered Cicada Castle, and taught him extremely profound "mind control" and "hypnosis". " is just an abbreviation for "mind manipulation" which is too superficial.

He once believed that the reunion between Black and White and him in Manhattan was by no means a coincidence, but a kind arrangement by the God of Destiny. The mind manipulation he had learned over the years would definitely be able to restart Black and White's life, allowing him to start a new life from scratch without any burden. life. I unconsciously looked at the Dali imitation painting "The Persistence of Memory" on the wall of the clinic. The empty beach, the three limp clocks, the dead tree, and a monster that looks like a horse and a bird curled up on the ground, everything in the painting looks exhausted, as if it has completely relaxed the original indefinitely extended time. structure.Time is dead, or just dead forever in this painting.

The doctor finally smiled again and shrugged. As if he once told Black and White, who also sat here, that Dali's most famous painting is of course the real one, and the reason why the real one that should have been displayed in the Museum of Modern Art in New York is of course that he wanted to finish two paintings one day. People team up to steal the previous one-man walkthrough of "Mona Lisa Smile". There may never be such a so-called one day, but the doctor must have dreamed of a strange team-up when he used his unique hypnotic technique to steal in the heavily guarded Museum of Modern Art in New York.

"So...?" I lost the ability to recognize my expression, only knew that my fingers were tapping my head. The doctor didn't speak.He waited for the words to come out of my mouth. "Black and white is me... I am black and white." I had to close my eyes. "Black and white are not you, and you are not black and white, but the connection between you makes it impossible for each other to escape a similar fate." "Contact... What the hell can there be?" "Just the catchphrase of the three words "hell, it's the connection between black and white and you."

The doctor explained in an orderly manner: "I fulfilled my promise to Black and White. I mercilessly blew up all the life in his head, and of course I also blew up his memory of me. What is left is sticking to the body of Black and White. Reagan's deep-rooted basic abilities, those things that have nothing to do with memories are things that can't be dug out anyway, such as the Chinese and Hokkien that black and white originally knew, and the Shanghainese, a little bit of Malay and unfamiliar Korean that he learned later Zhuobie personally pointed out that black and white can unlock locks of course, and all kinds of locks can’t trouble him. He can even put other people’s purses into his own pockets when he is dozing off. He likes watching movies, and every day He has seen all the movies he has seen, and his favorite is the Alien series. He loves rock music, and those deafening roars are all kept in his ears. All these things have become inseparable codes in his body. Of course, he There is no way to take away the ability to kill, I can only pray that he has no chance to find out."

"I can only pray..." "In order to completely break the connection between you, you spent a week writing this sacrificial letter to bury yourself. At the same time, you took the time to take some precautionary measures. You killed some key people who proved the existence of black and white, including you two unlucky Your agent. You burned your passport and other documents that could prove your identity, and some medical records. You said you wanted to go back to Malaysia and kill some people, but I don’t know if you will have time to do so in the end.” "... in time? Maybe not in time?"

"I don't know when the memory bomb I put in your head will detonate. It should be said that my memory bomb technology is not precise enough. I only know that according to my experience, your memory will not explode within a day or two." Just blow it up suddenly within a week. But it won’t exceed three months at the longest.” "..." "During that unstable memory waiting period, you also did reasonable things with your body. For example, you had plastic surgery, although it was not very successful in my opinion. You made a lot of scars on your body. The time-consuming cosmetic surgery, skin grafting and laser restoration surgery, of course, cannot completely eliminate the exaggerated scars. You also found the female tattoo artist who tattooed you for you. She used extended coverage technology to change the black and white face on the chest into I killed a beetle, so I don’t want to leave any clues about black and white to the next life.”

"Beetle?" I was stunned: "What beetle?" The doctor opened the drawer and took out an old-fashioned voice recorder with earphones plugged into it. I took it, put the earphones in my ears, and pressed play.
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