Chapter 112 Hirata’s World (7)

Takakura sighed deeply, turned his head, and said to the tape recorder next to him: "0098 has a new personality. He calls himself Mr. F, a mystery novelist. Mr. F has surreal fantasy symptoms that are completely different from the personality of Shuichi Hirata. , he believes that he is a spiritual body from a higher dimension, possessing this body."

Feng Bujue waited for him to finish speaking, then asked what he wanted to ask: "Doctor, since it is now 2005, then Pingtian's case has already been concluded. How was the case concluded in the end?"

Gao Cang replied: "Two deliberate murders, one of which was a police officer, the circumstances are very serious, but considering your motive and mental state, the final sentence is life imprisonment."

"Is this a mental hospital?" Feng Bujue asked.

"This is a prison for mentally ill prisoners." Gao Cang continued: "Every quarter we will conduct a new assessment of all prisoners." He paused: "That's why we are talking now."

"How has Pingtian performed in the past fifteen years?" Feng Bujue asked.

"You should be more normal than you are now." Takakura replied, "Hirata-kun told me when he was sober that as soon as he recalled what happened back then, he would enter a world of black and white. No matter how many times, he would What I saw was memories about ghosts. Sometimes, Watanabe and Tachibana's personality would appear, and Hirata-kun would talk to himself at this time. I also tried to communicate with these two personalities, and the cases they described The incident is consistent with the police's records. I think these two people did not really remember what happened at that time. They just regarded the incident that the police later told Hirata as their own memories." His eyes looked at He moved away from the document and landed on Feng Bujue's face: "What about you? Mr. F, you seem to be very interested in that case. Does that mean you don't know what happened in the end?"

"Yes, I was just about to ask. Fifteen years have passed. Since the result of the trial is two intentional murders, then... the body of Officer Yamada should have been found, right?" Feng Bujue asked.

"It was seven years after the incident that Officer Yamada's body was found." Gao Cang replied, "It was about that time that I started to contact you."

"Why... even though Yamada's body was not found, can he still be convicted of 'two murders'?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Well..." Gao Cang said: "Based on the situation at the time, the case is very clear. Mr. Hirata is already insane and has no relatives. There is no one who can stand up and speak for him. The court assigned him The defense lawyer is also doing a guilty plea, so... basically whatever the prosecutor says is what it is, and all the evidence points to one fact, which is to kill the police officer, seize the gun, and then attack and go crazy."

"Absurd." Feng Bujue said: "How can we take it for granted that it is the fact before all possibilities have been eliminated? Maybe Yamada killed Fukui, then hid the gun in Hirata's house, and then killed him in Hirata's house. Sato Hariko strangled him in the longhouse, pretended to commit suicide, and finally escaped... Then it can be explained that Hirata went to work in the company as if nothing had happened on the 27th."

Gao Cang looked at him for two seconds: "Haha...Mr. F, if you could have appeared fifteen years ago and defended yourself as Hirata Shuichi, you might have been able to get away with it." He picked up a piece of paper on the table. Zhang Document: "Unfortunately, today, there are at least two points that can overturn your assumption. First, there is no intersection between Yamada and Fukui, Hirata, and Sato Hariko. The police have already checked, regardless of relatives. Friends, interests, etc., they are not related, so he has no motive for doing these things; secondly, the place where Yamada’s body was found was under the ruins of Hirata’s house that was destroyed by the typhoon. The land was seven It was sold by the government a few years later, and the body was dug out when the foundation of the building was being laid. The time of death was presumed to be just seven years ago. Although the body had turned into bones, there were obvious signs of death from trauma. This was undoubtedly Hiding the body after murder.”

"Well..." Feng Bujue was silent for a few seconds and replied: "Okay, actually I was just dissatisfied with the original trial process, so I just made some assumptions about the case that can be used as a defense reason."

"There is no doubt about Hirata-kun's guilt, Mr. F." Gao Cang said: "Now, since I have satisfied your curiosity, why don't you cooperate with me and answer some of my questions..."

"Sure enough, you are not real either." Feng Bujue interrupted Gao Cang and thought to himself: I finally understand the meaning of this script.

Gao Cang had a sullen face and suddenly stopped talking.

"You said that not long after Yamada's body was found, you started to contact Hirata. I understood when I heard this." Feng Bujue said: "Seven years after the incident, when Hirata learned that Yamada's body was found, he This creates another entry...you."

Gao Cang said: "Huh...are you saying that Watanabe and Tachibana and I are the same existence?"

"No, you are at a higher level than them. In my opinion... Hirata's spiritual world should have four levels in total." Feng Bujue said unhurriedly: "In November 1990, Hirata Shuichi committed two crimes. He went crazy after committing a murder and witnessing his wife's suicide. Since then, his mind has been imprisoned in the deepest level for most of the time, a world of terror and chaos.

A month later, the investigation of the case became increasingly clear. Hirata experienced repeated interrogations and obtained certain information in court, so he had two new identities - Dr. Watanabe and Police Officer Tachibana. These two kinds of entrances can bring him out of the distorted memories of black and white chaos and bring him to the second world, giving him a certain amount of breathing time. They can also help and urge him to deny those memories about ghosts and find ways to restore the real world. remember. "

Feng Bujue licked Qian Se's lips: "The psychiatrist can at most hypnotize the inmates and conduct interviews, but will not go as far as shooting videos. I should have known that the space where Watanabe and Tachibana are is also the spiritual world. ...There is a deeper subconscious than yours, between rational thinking and distorted memories." He stared into Gao Cang's eyes: "And you, or rather, the cell we are in at the moment, is the first Three floors.”

Gao Cang said: "Then what do I represent?"

"It's also a memory." Feng Bujue said: "You represent the past eight years... the normal and credible memories in Hirata's mind." He leaned on the back of the chair, raised his head, and wanted to touch the bridge of his nose as a habit. , but realized that his hands were still handcuffed, he could only continue: "Time has faded some things. After seven years of mental illness treatment, there are two other qualifications to help him relieve stress, plus the benefits he received in prison. Knowing the exact news and place of Yamada's death, Hirata came to the third floor.

At this level, he can talk to you, analyze some things calmly and objectively, and accept and understand the current situation. If Hirata can stay with you forever and never return to the two deeper levels, even if he can't recover the memory of that time, at least he can recover and become normal. Feng Bujue's eyes moved to the mini tape recorder: "The tape recorder is the conversation between him and you...or, in other words, it is the memory that he has compiled alone, so I say that these memories are normal and credible. He doesn't want to and other confusions. But the existence of the tape recorder also just shows that Hirata's time to stay here is limited. "

Gao Cang's face showed a helpless look: "Mr. F, what you said is basically right, but I regret to tell you that there are only three floors here." He sighed: "My place is the closest to the real world. On the first floor." He glanced around: "The recorder...and these files on the table are all Hirata's memories. And this room is roughly a projection of the cell where Hirata lives in reality, but there is no such thing in the real cell. Tables, chairs and lamps.”

"Only three floors?" Feng Bujue asked: "How could it be..." He looked suspicious and thought: The memory of Hirata's motive has been restored, the memory of his murder of Fukui has been restored and distorted, he witnessed Sato Although the memory of Hariko's hanging was also distorted, it was also restored. These should have gradually emerged before and after his arrest, but why did he have no memory of killing Yamada? Even until seven years later, when he learned about the circumstances surrounding Yamada's death, Takakura only revealed limited information and knew nothing about the murder process... "It's impossible. If there is no higher level, That means that the death of Officer Yamada has nothing to do with Hirata." Feng Bujue said categorically: "That memory does not exist in his brain at all, so it cannot be found on any level."

Gao Cang shook his head: "But the facts have pointed out..."

"Give me a mirror." Feng Bujue interrupted.

"What are you going to do?" Gao Cang asked.

"I want to leave here." Feng Bujue replied.

"The most you can do is return to the real world, and when you arrive in reality, it means that Hirata will return to me, or fall to two levels deeper." Gao Cang seemed to be advising him.

"I'm not going up there." Feng Bujue said, "I'm going next door."

"Next door? What do you mean?" Gao Cang asked.

"You won't understand." Feng Bujue finally assumed the attitude of a higher-dimensional being: "Just give me a mirror."

In the blink of an eye, Dr. Gao Cang disappeared, leaving only Feng Bujue in the room. On the table in front of him, a small mirror with a frame appeared. There was a plastic bracket behind the frame to support it and face it. Stand diagonally upward.

Feng Bujue dragged his chair forward twice and came to an angle where he could look closely at the mirror. He saw that the man in the mirror was not him. It was a man who looked to be in his forties. A man with unshaven beard and pale face.

"Shuichi Hirata, we finally meet." Feng Bujue said to the face in the mirror. He had seen Hirata's resume in the original black and white world, and there was a photo on it, although the face in front of him at the moment He was more than ten years older, but he still recognized him.