Clown Game
Chapter 165 - 165 157 Number Eleven

Chapter 165: Chapter 157: Number Eleven Chapter 165: Chapter 157: Number Eleven At the dawn of the last century, a dark age.

War, plague, and political upheaval transformed the world into an absurd dreamscape. Overnight, nations wealthy enough to rival kings could plummet into debt, and happy families could shatter with a single explosion.

It was also an era when mental illness was most prevalent.

Countless people couldn’t withstand the sudden changes in life, the vast disparities between rich and poor, or the shock of life and death separations, leading to the collapse of their own mental world. Schizophrenia, mania, post-war psychological trauma, severe depression.

But at the same time, it was an era of rapid development in the treatment of mental illnesses.

Before then, mental illnesses were not widely recognized, so the methods of treatment were limited and extremely ineffective. To put it bluntly, this field was virtually a blank slate. However, it was this very factor that led to the emergence of countless bizarre treatment methods.

Among them was the well-known “lobotomy,” and even more so, there were innumerable treatments not recorded by history.

For example, there was a group of people who imagined entering patients’ mental worlds through “spiritual communication” as a means to fundamentally cure mental illnesses.

However, since this research did not conform to what was conventionally understood as “science,” it faced rejection from professionals in the field from its inception, disappearing in its nascent stages before it could reach the public eye.

But on the road to success, there are always some who refuse to accept conventional thought. They always carry their own theoretical convictions, walking a path contrary to the rest of the world.

Thus, it is said that in some large psychiatric hospitals’ basements or dark corners, research on this “mental intervention” method is still secretly carried out.

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Back to the story.

Dr. Zhang looked at the knife soaked with blood and was momentarily frightened by the sight before him, instinctively stepping back.

“Clang!”

He seemed to have bumped into something.

So, he turned and looked behind him… There was a small table, and on it, there was a diary with a thick cardboard cover, locked with a small padlock between the front and back covers. The padlock had three “rotary” wheels engraved with numbers 1 through 0. The lock required aligning all three wheels with the corresponding numbers to open it.

Dr. Zhang picked up the diary with trembling hands.

His breathing became exceedingly erratic, a roaring voice in his mind warning him not to open the diary.

But Dr. Zhang ignored the voice, sensing that he must have forgotten something, and those forgotten things were in this diary…

So, he operated the wheels on the lock.

“3,” “8,” “0”

He knew this password, as the previous man named Jia Renliang had already told him.

With a soft “click,” the lock opened.

Dr. Zhang slowly opened the diary.

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March 8, midnight, I proposed to her, and she said yes… it’s wonderful.

I bought a diary, this one, intending to record our happy times together.

Speaking of which, I’m rather embarrassed; I never thought I’d do something like this, so I specifically bought one with a lock to prevent others from casually looking through it.

I truly love her, so I’ll use 380 as the password for this diary. After all, it’s a memento of a successful proposal.

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Today she wanted a ring, to be honest, it was quite expensive, but fortunately, I could afford it. After all, for a girl as beautiful as her. Only such a ring would be worthy of her… haha

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I came home from work late today; there’s no helping it, being a doctor always involves various uncertainties! Especially in psychiatry.

And unfortunately, today was her birthday. I really forgot.

Of course, she was very angry and even smashed the vase I gave her last month.

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This woman actually came to my hospital and accused me in front of all my colleagues, just because I secretly bought a watch…

But… ugh… she’s such a detestable woman.

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I’m fed up with this woman; she maxed out all my credit cards to buy those completely useless things. That damned bag was so expensive yet just a thin piece of cloth~~ Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! I really want to kill her!

I really want to kill her!

I really want to kill her!

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That day’s entry, a full page was filled with the words “I really want to kill her!”

At this point, Dr. Zhang’s body began to tremble excessively, and he could barely hold the diary steady. It dropped to the floor with a slap and was immediately soaked by blood. In the depths of his consciousness, it was as if some long-sealed memories were slowly surfacing.

Suddenly!

Right behind him.

There came a series of faint sounds, followed by a burst of screeching laughter.

“Hehehe—Hehehe”

Dr. Zhang quickly turned around, his face struck with terror.

He discovered that the girl who had been lying in the pool of blood had now disappeared, and now lying in the blood pool was a gaunt man.

This man, dressed in a purple suit, shakily climbed to his feet, his body covered with stab wounds. Blood seemed to flow unstoppably from gaping wounds on his body, gradually forming an immense Blood Pool and spreading throughout the room.