Chapter 3382: Miracle Doctor (Part 37)

Shiler remembered the woman he saw in the hallucination from the perspective of the little boy. She was walking in a dark tunnel, calling Henry's name. Flames spread to the floor and walls. In the firelight, he faintly saw a charred corpse. When he died, there were faint shadows of gears and pointers behind him, looking like he was in a clock tower.

Shiler knew very well that this was not necessarily a real memory, it could be a hallucination, or even more likely a memory distorted by hallucinations and subjective impressions.

It was no surprise that Pride could see something from it. After all, since he entered the hospital, he hadn't been a doctor properly, and must have spent all his time researching the plot.

The dream content he saw was more complete than Shiler's, so he got more clues and could infer more things.

Although Shiler didn't spend his energy on this, he thought about it slightly and roughly understood Pride's train of thought.

The clock is a very key image; it doesn't mean the woman really died in the clock tower, but it means the time of death is very critical. Something indicating time left a deep impression on the owner of the memory.

There is a very special temperament about Henry, which made Shiler realize that one cannot be deceived by his performance. He might have told the truth, but he concealed the most important part.

Such people are natural liars. When lying, they don't feel guilty or ashamed at all. When concealing facts, they also appear calm. The natural lack of moral sense gives them a great advantage in this regard.

"Let me think." Pride said, "You wanted her to die at a time point you designed, and this time point is very important. When was that?"

Henry looked at Pride, his face slowly changed, no longer the innocent expression from before, but became a bit cold.

"You didn't suffer abuse from your mother. In fact, she was the kind of good mother recognized by the public. You couldn't slander her. You must have tried, but failed. So you could only use her love for you to kill her."

"You set the house on fire, pretending you were still inside. She was too worried about you, so she went back to find you, and then was burned to death in the house. Originally, this should have been a perfect plan. But if that were really the case, you wouldn't be a ghost now."

"You didn't see the scene of her being burned to death with your own eyes. The hallucination I saw was just your fantasy about the scene of your mother's death after you did such a thing. But in this fantasy, something that shouldn't have appeared appeared, and that was the charred mummy."

"Out of a psychology of avoidance, you fantasized that your mother was burned to death by an evil spirit. People often do this. When they do something they cannot accept, or make an irreparable mistake, they fantasize about a non-existent thing and push all the mistakes to this thing to reduce their sense of guilt."

"But you fantasized about an evil spirit, not because you felt guilty about your mother's death, but because something went wrong in the middle, causing your plan not only to fail but also to harm yourself."

"What you want to avoid is some stupid decision you made that killed yourself, not the death of your mother itself."

"Then what stupid decision did you make? Could it be that you had an accident after losing your mother's care? No, if that were the case, you would attribute the mistake to the person who caused the accident, instead of making up a ghost in your fantasy and thinking it was the source of the tragedy."

"When you push all responsibility to a ghost, it means you can no longer find anyone else to take responsibility, which means this was entirely caused by yourself, and has nothing to do with anyone else. It was your stupidity that ruined everything."

"What kind of stupid idea did you come up with? Kill your mother, and then go to an orphanage to be taken care of, or be adopted by someone else. Could it be that the people who adopted you abused you?"

"No, no one could abuse you. Because you are a natural bad seed, you have ways to deal with those who are not good to you. It is precisely because you have such confidence that you dared to kill the mother who took care of and protected you."

"Then it seems the problem lies with your mother. Your act of killing her implicated yourself. Perhaps she became an evil spirit?"

"That's not right either. In your imagination, she didn't hate you at the last moment of her life, but was always very worried about you. She also didn't know who killed her. Even if she really became an evil spirit, she wouldn't harm you."

"The problem is back to the origin." Pride looked at Henry and said, "Why did you want to kill her at a specific time? Is this some kind of sacrificial ritual?"

"I don't know what you are talking about, my mother died in an accident. I also died in an accident." Henry looked at Pride and said, "I am just a child, why would I kill my mother?"

"You are indeed a child, but not an ordinary child. Ordinary children wouldn't cover up important information with partial truths. This makes you look too shrewd. Cleverness leads to being misled by cleverness."

Pride sighed lightly and said: "Your mother did die in an accident. An accident happened in the process of her death, which doesn't mean the death itself wasn't premeditated. You also did die in an accident, which doesn't mean the accident wasn't caused by yourself."

"Everything you said is the truth. A lie detector wouldn't find half a lie. But this method can only be used to fool fools. Or rather, the people you can deceive are always those who are willing to believe you, like your mother."

"When I just mentioned the sacrificial ritual, your emotions changed. It seems I guessed right. You wanted to use your mother to complete a sacrificial ritual. The ritual has requirements for the method of death and time, so flames and clocks appeared in your memory."

"If there were other choices, you wouldn't choose to sacrifice your mother, which proves she is very special. You discovered her specialness, and this specialness can bring you huge benefits, even if you are left uncared for from then on, it doesn't matter."

"What else? Oh, your father. You said you came from a wealthy merchant family, right? Then can you tell me, what is this?"

Shiler saw Pride holding a blue gemstone the size of a fingertip in his hand. Around the gemstone were inlaid vine patterns, which was a very exquisite and beautiful cufflink.

The reason it is a cufflink is because ordinary gemstone buttons or brooches use a flat-cut design on the back, which is a flat cut and then inlaid in a metal base.

However, cufflinks are buckled on the cuffs. Because it is necessary to facilitate hand movement, it cannot be too heavy. To reduce the weight of the gemstone, an inward-concave cut is usually adopted, which is to dig down from the convex surface of the gemstone, make it into an arc-shaped cover, and then inlay it in the base.

To make a sufficiently exquisite cufflink, there is only a very thin layer of gemstone, combined with more exquisite metal hollow-out craftsmanship, and it feels almost no weight in the hand.

"It's a button." Henry replied, "A blue crystal gemstone button."

Pride hadn't said anything yet, Shiler sighed first and said: "Do your homework before pretending to be a rich person next time, kid. This is a cufflink."

"Isn't that still a button?" Henry said.

Shiler was too lazy to explain to him, also walked to the window and sat down, took the cufflink from Pride's hand and fiddled with it, then said: "This is the problem. In your eyes, all buttons are buttons. But in the eyes of rich people, if you don't divide buttons into eight or ten categories and adopt hundreds of new crafts, how can you block people like you who want to pretend to be rich?"

"What did you say?!" Henry stared coldly at Shiler and said, "My father is a wealthy merchant in the town, I just didn't see it clearly just now! This is indeed a blue crystal cufflink..."

Pride didn't argue with him either, just put his hand on the table and said: "People always like to fantasize about things they lack. Since you fantasize about your father being a decent wealthy merchant, then I'm afraid his status is not very high, and his work is not very decent. Perhaps he is a manual laborer."

"Of course, he should have died long ago. Otherwise, he wouldn't have given you so much room for fantasy. Or maybe you actually never saw him at all. From the beginning of your memory, you only had your mother as a relative."

"Your economic situation was also not that good, this was never the life you wanted to live. So you think she owes you. It is a matter of course to use her life to exchange for the life you want, and you sacrificed her without hesitation."

"But unfortunately, you didn't succeed, something went wrong. The sacrificial ritual failed, not only could you not become a superior person, but you couldn't even be a human."

"You couldn't accept that such a perfect plan you formulated failed, and you couldn't accept that you, who were so smart and could often fool others, became the miserable state you are today. So you blamed everything on the evil spirit."

"The image of the evil spirit that ruined everything in your memory is not imagined out of thin air. You have seen such a charred mummy before, and even learned about the sacrificial ritual from him, which gave you the idea to try."

"The ritual failed. You felt that you shouldn't have listened to the evil spirit in the first place, otherwise you wouldn't have harmed your mother and yourself. You regarded it as the source of all tragedies, and also felt that it killed you and your mother."

"This charred corpse looks a bit familiar, it seems to be the little girl who was harmed in the village many years ago that you mentioned."

Shiler remembered the charred corpse that suddenly appeared in the center of the room just now, which seemed to be exactly the same as the evil spirit that appeared in front of the woman in the little boy's dream.

"Oh, I see." Shiler smiled and said, "You wouldn't have listened to the evil spirit's nonsense, sacrificed your mother, and harmed yourself, and because you were unwilling, you came here, wanting to find trouble with the evil spirit?"

Looking at Henry's twisted expression, Shiler knew he had guessed right, mainly because Pride had guessed right. His speculation about Henry's life experience should be eight or nine out of ten. The face of such a person breaking down is always the same.

Henry let out a scream, and a layer of blue mist sprayed from his mouth, flying toward Pride. But suddenly, a wisp of flame appeared in front of Pride, and the mist dissipated instantly.

"Manny!! Why are you blocking me again?! These two outsiders have made the hospital a mess! I want to kill them!" Henry screamed.

Pride showed an expression of obvious boredom. Shiler knew this was because Henry's psychological quality was too poor, and Pride hadn't started to exert his strength yet, and he had already collapsed.

Shiler, who knew Pride very well, knew that what Pride said just now was just an appetizer. Because he hadn't mentioned what was going on with Dr. Foster, who appeared in the little boy's dream as a villain.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 3383 =====