Chapter 630: Past Events Like Morning Stars (Part 2)

"Wait, so, you know Schiller, and it wasn't when you were investigating the serial murder case? You knew him when you were a child?" Constantine also sat down and looked at Angela, asking.

Angela took a few deep breaths, trying hard to calm her emotions, then shook her head again and said: "No, I didn't know him at that time. I only remember that the expert my parents had arranged for that day was late, so he let the hospital's intern doctor do the preliminary diagnosis for me first."

"That intern doctor said his name was Schiller, but at that time, I was scared to the extreme. When I saw him, I started to cry..." Angela opened her mouth, then she revealed a crying-laughing expression and said: "I still remember, at that time, he appeared somewhat at a loss."

"He completely didn't know why I cried as soon as I saw him. He coaxed me for a long time, but it had no effect at all. Finally, it was only after I cried until I was tired that I could proceed with the examination normally."

Angela shook her head and said: "At that time, I had completely collapsed. He asked me why I cried. I didn't remember what I had said at all, but anyway, it must have been a bunch of incoherent words."

"But in short, I told him the cause and effect. What impressed me deeply was that he didn't show surprise at the fact that I could see certain monsters, nor did he feel that my brain had a problem like many people."

"He said he could help me solve this trouble, so that I wouldn't be troubled by this in the future, and no one would find out that I had a mental abnormality."

Constantine suddenly widened his eyes. He looked at Angela and asked: "You mean, it was Schiller who made you unable to see those things??? This is impossible. Isn't it because the demon chose your sister and didn't choose you?"

"He didn't explain too much to me." Angela shook her head and said: "At that time, I was tired from crying. He played a very soothing piano piece for me. I slowly relaxed and then fell asleep. What happened after that, I also don't know."

Constantine stood stunned in place and began to think. While thinking, he said: "Logically speaking, the fact that you can see those things is due to occult reasons, and the fact that you can't see those things should also be caused by occult reasons."

"In this process, any psychiatric and psychological treatment should have no effect. You can't see those things just because the demon gave up your soul and turned to find your sister instead."

"How do you know the demon went to find my sister?" Angela suddenly asked back. She said: "From my sister's letter, she committed suicide, and she committed suicide to crack the conspiracy of that mysterious organization, not because the demon came to find her. Then how can you be sure that the demon chose my sister?"

"Because if the demon chose you, you should be able to continue to see them, but you didn't, so..." Constantine shook his head and said: "Indeed, I can't be so arbitrary. After all, your sister is already dead now. No one knows whether the demon found her before she died..."

"If the demon chose you from the beginning, then there should be no method that can make you unable to see those things..." Constantine fell into deep thought and said: "Schiller must have adopted some other method. This is impossible."

"If he really has this method... if he really has this method..." Constantine began to mutter to himself, while Angela looked at him and said: "When I woke up, he told me that I must believe that kind of thing absolutely does not exist, no matter who asks, say so."

Then, she raised her head again, looked at the ceiling, and said: "But that wasn't the last time we met. After I let the murderer of the murder case run away, I began to fall into serious psychological problems again. Insomnia and nightmares tortured me, almost killing me."

"At that time, I was handling a case in Yochong City. During the process of handling the case, I passed out, and then I was sent to the hospital by my colleagues. There, I saw Schiller again, but at that time, he was already an attending physician."

"At first, he didn't recognize me, but I always remembered his face. So, when I said I was the little girl who cried as soon as I saw him, he was still very surprised. He said he didn't expect me to become a police officer."

"I have to admit, when he showed that kind of surprised expression, I was still very happy. He might have thought I was a weak crybaby, but I had long ago gotten rid of that haze."

"In his clinic, we chatted for a while. He helped me with an examination, diagnosed me with anxiety, and prescribed some medicine for me. After I went back and took the medicine, I was much better."

"But at that time, I was participating in the investigation of the Yochong City serial murder case as an assistant detective."

"Originally, I should have acted with my superior, but I always wanted to do more. So one day, I became the first witness to a murder scene..."

"The name of that case is..." Angela paused, seemingly very reluctant to recall that matter, but finally, she still said: "Blood Man Massacre Case."

"The murderer of this case likes to peel off people's skin and then throw the victims in a place to wait for death."

"The murderer would lead the police over, let the victim see the police, and at the moment he thought he was saved, detonate a bomb and blow him up." Angela's tone became shaky again, and Constantine felt his back go a bit cold.

"And I... was the police officer who was led over and seen by the victim." Angela couldn't help but start crying.

"I saw the victim's eyes, saw his gaze. At the moment he saw me, a glimmer of hope was ignited in the despair and pain in his eyes. That was a strong desire to survive. I was close to him, and as long as I took a few more steps, I could save him..."

"Then, the bomb exploded, he died, and I saw the hope in his eyes extinguish, completely extinguish, with nothing left."

Constantine gasped. Although he had no research on psychology, he also knew how much damage this kind of mental trauma would bring to people, but he still asked: "... And then?"

"I fell into complete madness and had completely lost my reason." Angela kept sobbing and said: "I don't remember how it happened, but when I woke up again, I saw Schiller again."

"He looked at me with a very helpless expression, and then..." Angela revealed an unnatural expression and said: "I didn't mean to, but I really couldn't control my emotions... I cried again."

Constantine could already imagine Schiller's expression at that time. He sighed, looked at Angela, and asked: "And then, did he cure you again?"

Angela nodded and said: "But I also don't know how he did it. Anyway, he played a soothing piece of music again, and I fell asleep again. After waking up, those terrifying memories became very hazy, as if they had already gone far away from me."

"This time, we talked a lot. I learned that he was also investigating the serial murder case. He told me that the departure of the dream demon was only temporary. If one cannot achieve mental self-consistency, then madness will return sooner or later."

Angela sniffed and wiped her tears. That firm expression climbed onto her face again. She said: "He told me that if I want to completely get rid of this dream demon, I must face it without fear."

"So, I tried hard to strive for the opportunity for field missions. In every field mission, I performed excellently, better than anyone else. Finally, I returned to the Metropolis Police Department, and then participated in the first major case, completing the key detection."

"I am not afraid of any serial murder case. No matter how cruel or vicious the murderer is, I will do my best to bring them to justice. Just like that, I tried hard to get rid of the inner demons of the past and also became the most well-known female detective in people's mouths."

Constantine patted Angela on the shoulder. This time, he was sincerely admiring this female police officer. Having suffered countless mental tortures, he knew how difficult it was to get rid of this state.

When a person's spirit is pulled into a low valley, it is not something that can be solved by a simple "think on the bright side". This is equivalent to asking a person who has already fallen from a cliff to step on their right foot with their left foot to go to heaven, or asking a person who is already drowning to try hard to tread water to float up. It is simply impossible to achieve.

Although the change of external environment helps the healing of mental trauma, in the end, it still depends on one's own firm willpower to survive. Obviously, this female detective's heart is far stronger than most people.

Angela stood up, turned her head to look at the light that was still on in the emergency room, and said: "He saved me several times. Even if I am not a doctor now and cannot save critically ill patients, I can always go to figure out what is going on."

"No matter what, this must be inseparable from that mysterious organization." Constantine extinguished the cigarette and threw the cigarette butt into the trash can beside him. Angela changed the bullets again. She held the pistol and walked out while saying: "I will make them pay the price."

Constantine paused in place, also turned his head to look at the light on in the emergency room, and then turned to walk out.

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While walking out, he was still somewhat confused and muttered to himself: "... The first demon was summoned by me to pick up girls, but that hellhound from the depths of hell, and that big guy later, what were they here for? How could they happen to appear there?"

Suddenly, his expression became cold again. He took the Bible out of his arms, then tore off a page, held it in his hand, and said: "Forget it, let's solve those obstructive guys first. Owls? Hmph..."

After they all left, the empty corridor was only illuminated by the emergency light. Looking past the door of the emergency room, Schiller, wearing a respirator and pale, was lying on the hospital bed. Around him, doctors in surgical gowns were constantly busy.

The monitoring equipment beside him made a stable "beep-beep" sound. Suddenly, the sound began to become rapid. The chief surgeon immediately said: "The condition is deteriorating, hurry!"

The doctors around were in a mess. The sound finally became stable again, and then after a few seconds, the sound began to become rapid again. The doctor began to be crazily busy again. After stabilizing, it began to deteriorate again.

Just like this, deterioration, rescue, stabilization, deterioration, rescue, stabilization... until the doctors had already exhausted three waves, Schiller still hadn't escaped danger.

And at this time, in Schiller's mind palace, Schiller, wearing a black suit, stood in the center of the bottom of the mind palace, looked up and shouted:

"Death! Death! Are you there? Death! I have some questions I want to ask you. Can you come out and see me?!"

"... Why didn't you come? Gray Mist, can you die a bit more thoroughly?"

Soon, Gray Mist's aggrieved voice came from upstairs. He said: "I tried my best, but the doctor's medical skills are too superb."

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