Clown Game
Chapter 167 - 167 158 Numbers Completion

Chapter 167: Chapter 158 Numbers Completion Chapter 167: Chapter 158 Numbers Completion Everything around disappeared again.

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“Dr. Zhang” also returned to that space covered in blood… still holding that knife in his hand, and in front of him, that emaciated figure once again struggled, climbing out of the pool of blood.

“Heh heh~ you… have you… finally remembered?”

He said in a suppressed voice, speaking with some difficulty because his lungs had been pierced by who knows how many holes.

“What… what’s going on here…” Dr. Zhang asked, at this moment, he was immersed in the memories that had just revived, and his hatred for the man opposite him had already completely disappeared.

“You already know, don’t you… You killed a woman, then pretended to be a patient with mental illness to avoid responsibility. And in the long time that followed, you gradually couldn’t bear your true inner world, so your subconscious sealed away those painful memories, becoming a real ‘psychiatric patient.’ Heh heh, so hypocritical that you even deceived yourself, it’s really interesting…” the man replied.

Dr. Zhang looked at his hands covered in blood again…

“Pah…” The sharp knife fell into the blood, he squatted down crying, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands, then dug into his hair, pulling it desperately, with blood smeared all over his head.

“I killed her… Wuu… I killed her!!!”

He wailed in his throat, his voice revealing a mix of confusion and sadness.

The man standing aside was surprised to see him like this. “Huh? What are you crying for?” he asked.

Dr. Zhang was stunned for a moment… He lifted his head, staring blankly at the other, his face muddy with blood and tears, and he looked at the other’s inexplicable expression, momentarily unsure how to answer the question.

“I… I killed someone…” Dr. Zhang controlled his emotions, then unexpectedly replied to the other.

To his surprise, the other’s words once more left him unsure what kind of expression to wear, even dissipating much of the sorrow and guilt that had just formed.

“Killing someone, that’s all it is… Are you crying just because you killed someone? And it’s only one person! Are you a child?” the man said, his tone containing a hint of disdain.

Dr. Zhang froze, a faint tear still lingering at the corner of his eye, but the sadness in his eyes was completely overshadowed by shock… “What… what are you talking about?” he couldn’t help but shout, because what the other said had gone beyond his comprehension.

“Hypocrisy, everyone’s hypocritical without exception. People know they can’t change everything, yet can’t bear to leave, so they silently endure and live in utopias of their own making, surrendering their bodies to reality while their souls hover between fantasy and fulfillment… This is the very prototype of hypocrisy. Moreover, you’ve even deceived yourself to the point where you can’t distinguish between reality and illusion. Honestly, I quite appreciate you,” the man said at a slightly faster pace, “But your method of murder is really lousy, impulsive even. If only you’d waited another year or so, staged some displays of mutual affection, then found a convenient pretext, something you absolutely wouldn’t want her to die from, to make it look like an accident, that would’ve been enough. Die from gas poisoning on an anniversary, electrocution in the bath, a fall from a height, or at worst, tamper with the passenger-seat seatbelt and stage a car accident on a snowy day, you might even get a settlement; that money would have been enough for a new woman every week for the rest of your life… So these murderers, really… sigh… too unreliable.”

The man rambled on, and at this moment, Dr. Zhang was really stunned. He looked at the other with the eyes one reserves for a lunatic, then actually saw a look of “I think highly of you” and “frustrated guidance” in the other’s expression.

“But… but you went to such lengths just to expose me, to bring me to justice, didn’t you?” Dr. Zhang stammered out the question, still unable to believe what the other was saying… This madman actually said he admired him, and then seemed to be… teaching him how to kill?

“Expose? Give me a break~ Who has the time to expose a third-rate murderer like you, I simply found an interesting ‘abnormal object,’ just using you for an experiment!” the man said with a dead-fish eye, languidly.

“Ah? What’s this ‘abnormal object’ you’re talking about?” Dr. Zhang was completely baffled, feeling like this must be the most absurd dream of his life.

The thin man sighed, showing some impatience, but still answered: “Ah… abnormal objects, those would be the chairs, two of them~ capable of letting one person enter another person’s consciousness. Seems like they were made with some weird technology over a century ago… The purpose, well, seems to be for treating mental illness… though I figure they could be used for interrogation too, whatever.”

Dr. Zhang gaped, seeming to understand what the other was saying, yet not really getting it. So he remained silent, just staring dumbly at the other.

The emaciated man waved his hand: “Alright, enough talk, you won’t get it anyway. But about your own story, you ought to have remembered it all by now, right? So, go open that door…”