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This man who killed his own child actually openly said in front of me that he was a good father and a good husband.

I smiled coldly: "Tiger poison doesn't eat its children, how can you say that you are a competent father?"

"I know you may not believe it, but I couldn't help myself at that time." Song Wenxuan's eyes contained very complicated emotions: "Please let me finish, at least give me a chance to defend myself at the last moment of my life. "

"Tell me, I also want to hear how the devil became?"

"Five years ago, I studied for a doctorate in psychology abroad. My original thesis topic was human body stress and mental self-protection. It was mainly to test the human body's mental endurance limit and explore the principles of self-regulation within the brain."

"The experiment process is a bit cruel, but as long as my experiment is successful, then people can artificially control their emotions, and mental illnesses such as depression and mania can be easily solved."

Song Wenxuan's original intention was good, which was why he immersed himself in experiments to support himself in going forward.

"My project went smoothly at the beginning, but as the trial deepened, I gradually couldn't find suitable volunteers. I had no choice but to use patients introduced through abnormal channels. But in the later stages of the trial, because of a very small The mistake resulted in the death of the patient. As a result of the loss of life, my research project was stopped, and the company that funded my trial also withdrew its funding and no longer funded me."

"There was no other way. I had to give up this subject temporarily and choose other directions to get a doctorate. Later, I brought my family back to China."

"At that time, the level of psychology in our country was still relatively backward, so I was appointed as the director of a mental hospital at a young age. During my tenure, I never forgot the topic that I had given up on."

"So I used the resources I had to continue the unfinished trial. There was no progress for several months until I met a unique patient."

An unpredictable expression appeared on Song Wenxuan's face: "I have seen thousands of mentally ill patients during my career, but he is an absolute exception. Until now, I can't tell whether he is a lunatic or not."

"He doesn't like to talk and is taciturn. He looks to be about sixty years old. He doesn't know his name and has no family. All the information is just a blank piece of paper." Song Wenxuan sighed, and his voice finally changed, with a trace of Regret and fear: "The only characteristic on his body is that he wears a Buddha head pendant. No matter what he does, the pendant will never leave his body."

"Buddha head?"

"Yes, the Buddha's head has two different faces. I have never seen a similar Buddha before. Now that I think about it, it may be a symbol of an evil god."

Song Wenxuan's words caused an uproar in my heart: "It's the Double-Faced Buddha again!"

"I initially suspected that he had Alzheimer's disease, but later I realized that things were far from as simple as I thought."

"The old man has a special aura. No matter how crazy and crazy the patient is, he will become calm as long as he is with him."

"I even saw a patient with congenital cerebral palsy whose intelligence could only remain at the age of three throughout his life. He followed the old man every step of the way and even learned how to serve tea and pour water!"

"This is unimaginable to me and cannot be explained medically at all."

"So I started to actively contact the old man. It took almost a year before the old man finally spoke. He said that this was not a special function, but a head reduction!"

"Submission refers to methods such as sorcery, poisoning, medicine, etc., and the head refers to the recipient himself."

Song Wenxuan paused for a moment: "Maybe you think I must be crazy. A returnee who majored in psychology and Western medicine would actually believe in such illusory things?"

"I did think so at first, but as the old man showed me more methods that were beyond the scope of scientific explanation, I began to doubt myself. The psychological system I had built over more than ten years collapsed, and I began to Secretly studying the lifting and lowering technique in my office."

"You can practice lowering your head to a high and deep level, and you can silently control other people's minds. This kind of mental control coincides with my original research topic. In order to get more guidance on cultivation, I used my authority to help The old man changed the ward to meet some of his strange requests."

"For example, I caught a few live mice and sparrows every day and put them in his ward."

"We were at peace with each other, and using my rich knowledge of psychology and pharmacology, I made rapid progress in my head-lowering technique. Just when I thought I could open a psychological window for all mankind, the old man suddenly stopped teaching me how to lower my head. and made new demands.”

"He asked me to send a few cats or dogs to his room every week."

"There are stray cats and dogs everywhere in the back alleys of the city. Although I was surprised, in order to obtain the following method, I still complied with his request. Every late at night, I drove out alone in my car to catch those stray cats and dogs."

"About a month later, the greedy old man made new demands again. He needed bigger animals, such as pigs and sheep."

"At that time, the income of the mental hospital was pretty good, so I gritted my teeth and bought him live pigs and sheep, and told him that this was the last time I would help him, and I hoped he could take care of himself."

Song Wenxuan lowered his head as he spoke: "But I found that I was wrong, and I was very wrong."

"Three months later, the old man made his final request to me. What he needed this time was a living person!"

I felt a chill even just listening, and couldn't help but interject: "Have you satisfied him?"

Song Wenxuan shook his head: "No, but this is when the nightmare begins."

"I refused the old man's request. He was not angry. He just said meaningfully that I would kneel in front of him in a short time, crying and begging him for help."

"Strange things happened when I returned home that night. First, there was the sound of children playing marbles above my head, and then I could clearly see the footprints of children on the floor. When I got up the next day, I also found that there were traces of children's feet on the balcony. A child’s excrement.”

"In the next few days, things became more and more serious. My children were in a trance all the time. They said every day that there was an unknown child in the house who wanted to play hide-and-seek with them."

"I knew that I was beheaded by an old man and asked masters everywhere to see me. But at that time, my status as the director of a mental hospital was very sensitive. These behaviors seemed weird to outsiders, including my wife Wang Fengyao. They all felt that I It’s because I was under too much pressure and had a mental problem.”

"My life became a mess. Later, when I came back from a business trip, I discovered that my wife felt like she had been violated in her dreams every morning when she woke up. Her body did undergo subtle changes, and the three children often followed her. A child who cannot be named is playing, and they will go wherever there is danger.”

"There was even one time when three children ran under a dry well. If they had not been seen by kind-hearted people, all three of them would have suffocated to death."

"When I asked them afterwards, their answer was always that there was an unknown child who insisted on playing hide-and-seek with them."

"I can't continue to be silent, otherwise my family will be in danger."

It can be seen from the above paragraph that Song Wenxuan at that time still cared about his family and worked hard to protect his family.

"What happened next? Why did you kill your child with your own hands?" I pressed Song Xiaofeng's shoulders with both hands. The child could not understand Song Wenxuan's explanation. His young heart only wanted to kill this terrible man in front of him.

"How could I have the heart to do that kind of thing? It wasn't me who killed Song Xiaoyao, or in other words, I was no longer me at that time." Song Wenxuan took a breath and continued: "After I came back from the business trip, I went to the isolation ward to look for the old man. I wanted to have a good talk with him, but I saw a scene that I will never forget.”

"It was 3:30 in the afternoon. I dismissed the nursing staff and entered the isolation ward alone."

"As soon as I opened the door, I smelled the stench of blood. When I recovered, I discovered that there was a strange pattern painted with blood on the floor of the house. The old man was sitting in the center of the pattern, holding a human head in each hand. , there are two corpses side by side under the bed board."