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Chapter 234 The Confession Room, 02:41 pm
"There is nothing worth explaining." The doctor walked into the operating room without looking back, "Do you think I have degenerated into a murderous maniac because of Ettore's death? This clinic is my hiding place? If so, IIt must be said that your imagination is too rich."
"I didn't say that. Rather than guessing randomly, starting from the evidence found is the hunter's criterion." Deng Huailing looked around, took a bag of medical gloves from the hanging box on the wall outside the operating room, and unpacked it for himself.Putting it on on his right hand, he knelt down and checked the scattered human tissues in the reception room, "These people were not killed, they were sent to you for dissection after dying of serious illness."
Deng Huailing calmly picked up a mass of bloody spherical tissue, "There are no irregular trauma marks on their bodies, but there are signs of illness, such as this one, which looks very much like a tumor that has been removed."
He weighed the tumor and put it down, then picked up a piece of skin connected to the hair to examine, "And this, there is not much hair left on the patient's scalp. These are the symptoms of radiation sickness, and such a cause of death is very common in the second district.Where did you get the dead body from illness?"
"That's why I hate bounty hunters." The doctor admitted helplessly holding a scalpel in the middle, "Yes, these are unowned corpses I bought, I just bought them for dissection, there is no other use."
Deng Huailing took off his gloves and threw them into the medical trash can, and raised the corners of his lips: "It seems that the killer has indeed changed you a lot. The scientist who used to be mad and experimented on humans must also abide by the law in his jurisdiction."
"Didn't you say just to chat for a few words and then leave? You can leave now." The doctor raised his head and frowned as he watched the bounty hunter walking slowly into the operating room.
"That's a story made up for the purpose of entering the door. How can you believe it?" Deng Huailing stood opposite the doctor across the operating table, "Although I saw you intact with my own eyes, your mental state is not good. I guess the anatomy is correct.For you, it is a relaxing activity, just like some people like to grow flowers and grass, the cumbersome process can distract you, blood can release your suppressed emotions, you always rely on it to calm your mood.”
He turned his head and looked at the blood that was soaring everywhere, "But this time, it has little soothing effect on you. You still can't let go of the killer's death, you are angry and sad, but you don't know who to blame, you can only blindlyto vent. So I guess, you need some help from the outside world."
"Damn it, I said I don't need psychotherapy. Do you think you are an A+ psychological counselor?" The doctor said coldly, the blade cut through the abdomen of the corpse on the operating table without any hindrance, and blood spattered his fingers, "Just trying to cheer people up with a few innocuous words? That's not helpful to me at all, don't be stupid..."
His words stopped suddenly, and Deng Huailing turned off the lights in the operating room.The surrounding light dimmed, only the shadowless lamp in the center of the room still illuminated the darkness, like a faint candle in a confessional.The light reflected the pale face of the corpse, and the arms of the deceased stretched out from behind, as if they were going to drag them into the abyss beyond redemption.
They are more like a hidden hell than a church confessional.
Deng Huailing took a step back, and his figure completely disappeared into the darkness, so that the doctor couldn't see his expression clearly: "I didn't come to give you psychological treatment, I just wanted to sincerely say sorry. I didn't even say these words to RosieHowever, he was emotional because of the killer's death, and I must remain calm, but this thought has never left my mind..."
Beyond the light waterfall of the Shadowless Lamp, a hoarse and vague voice came from the dark, he said slowly and firmly, as if exhaling the stale air that had accumulated in his chest for a long time, "I am guilty."
The doctor put down the scalpel and was silent for a while.In the airtight clinic, there is only the sound of thick blood dripping on the ground, and they confront each other between light and darkness.
"This has nothing to do with you." After a long time, the doctor said, "You have fulfilled your obligation to inform, and I let him go."
"Yes, I have fulfilled my obligation to inform." Deng Huailing examined himself and said in a low voice, "But think about it carefully, am I not evading? I take it for granted that you can convince the killer not to try other obstaclesMethod... I have never been such a sloppy person. Perhaps subconsciously, I hope that the killer will go that way, but it is best not to have anything to do with me, so that I am not the one who killed him. "
He smiled self-deprecatingly, "I spent a lot of time thinking about this problem on the way here, and every time I came to the same conclusion, just because I didn't turn the switch on the tram, it doesn't mean I'm innocent. I told RosieGuaranteed that I wasn't so mean, and got angry with him a lot, but in the end, I wasn't that noble either."
The doctor shook his head, and his tone was no longer as indifferent as it was at the beginning: "Who can completely control their subconscious mind? Even if they are aware of its existence, many people can't do such a simple thing. If you use harsh standards to judge yourself, you will be guilty forever."
"Maybe, but I promised Rosie to be a kind person." Deng Huailing sighed, "I have spent a long time keeping this promise. Even if I have to do something, I have my reasons.I can't justify myself in this matter. If you want to blame anyone, blame me, I deserve it."
"You attribute the fault to yourself in order to let me have someone to hate, but I don't intend to hate you." The doctor pressed the switch, and the lights instantly illuminated the operating room, and the confessional-like atmosphere dissipated."I don't hate Rosie, I don't hate Ettore, I just want to be alone, dissect the body, that's all."
He returned to the operating table, glanced at Deng Huailing by the wall, and picked up the scalpel again.The young hunter had no expression on his face, as if hiding in the darkness just now was not to hide his fragility, his brown eyes were still calm and sharp.
"You don't hate anyone, so you can only hate yourself. You regret not stopping the killer that night, right?" Deng Huailing approached, staring at him with probing eyes, "If I were you, I wouldwon't let go."
"What did you say?" The doctor's scalpel stopped suddenly, as if being stabbed by a needle.He raised his eyes to look at Deng Huailing, anger accumulated in his usually calm eyes, and he was obviously hit by the other party.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm just talking about my choice, not the difference between these two choices." Deng Huailing made a gesture of pressing down, but secretly heaved a sigh of relief, he finally understoodThe crux of the problem is, "You respect his wishes and let him leave without any worries. This is something I can't do, but the problem is-you regret it."
He supported the edge of the operating bed, and asked bluntly, "Since you regret it and want to keep him by your side, do you want to consider starting over?"
"Do it all over again?" the doctor asked thoughtfully.He quickly understood Deng Huailing's intentions, and to his surprise, as long as he gave a few words of information, the other party could infer his true thoughts.
He really regretted it... regretted not being able to express his love earlier, wasting his time playing the game of temptation with the killer again and again, so that on the day of parting, they still hadn't built a stable enough relationship; also regretted not being able toMake the words of retention more decisive, even if the killer beats him up before walking away, it is better than never trying.
However, he never had the chance to go back. Back to the black market ten years ago, he pretended to pass by the front desk casually, and suddenly said "I love you" to the red-haired girl who was sitting there to settle accounts.
"Do you have the killer's memory backup? Or his latest brain scan record." Deng Huailing looked at the doctor's expression and guessed the general situation, "Don't tell me the killer won't let you keep these?"
"You guessed it." The doctor sighed, "You should know what kind of person Ettore is. He always planned to soak my corpse in formalin and take it with him so that I would never be wronged.He has changed his mind. But what he fears the most is being soaked in the solution and being restored to me as an obedient puppet, so he will clean up the files in my device every month."
Deng Huailing was stunned, the relationship between the doctor and the killer, even he was a little hard to understand: "This is not the most important thing, even if there is no memory backup, inputting your memory of the killer can generate a simulated personality, justLike Rose. But do you... have a sample of his cells? A hair with follicles is also fine, maybe we can find it in the robot vacuum."
"I don't think so," said the doctor succinctly, "for the reasons given above."
"..." Deng Huailing hesitated for a moment, and slowly put the baseball bat storage bag on the operating bed, "Then, there is only one last plan left, which is to send it to the heart in the main city."
"The border of the main city has been blocked long ago. There is only one way to get back that heart." The doctor said, "You and I both know the way."
"I know, victory." Deng Huailing nodded, holding the handle of the knife through the storage bag, "We will definitely win. On the day the main city falls, I will rush into the municipal center as soon as possible and help you save it."Take it back, and you can restore the killer's body."
He noticed that the paranoia and madness in the doctor's expression were lessening, and he could see that the doctor had cheered up a lot because of his proposal, as if a lost ship had found its way in the sea.
Although they all know that the simulated consciousness restored from the memory of others is essentially different from the real person, just as Rosie has always been unable to accept the artificial intelligence Rose, doctors may not necessarily choose this path.But at this moment, in the midst of a desperate storm at sea, the faint light of the lighthouse is more important than anything.
Deng Huailing glanced at the time on the communicator reassuringly, "It's getting late, I have to go back to East 1 to help Rosie share some work. I will bring my heart back. As for the simulated consciousness, I will leave it to you to study first.", Doctor. I can't take your grief away, but Rosie and I will do what we can to help you, and if you get stuck, give me a call."
He borrowed the other party's communicator and entered his number on it.When he dialed the number, the doctor looked at him quietly through the lens for a few seconds, and asked him a long-lasting doubt: "Let me ask, Ettore's last wish is to entrust you to confirm my condition, why do you ask me?"Me offering extra help? You came in and saw that everything was fine and could have left long ago."
"Did you call the room full of stumps 'normal'?" Deng Huailing smiled and handed the communicator back to the doctor. "As I said, I want to atone for my sins. Helping you can give me a little peace of mind.It's that simple. This is my personal matter, you don't have to take it too seriously, the final decision to restore the killer is in your hands, if you don't want to do it when the time comes, you can keep his heart as a souvenir."
He waved his hand, said "Let's go", and walked out of the operating room. Just as he dragged away the chair against the door, the doctor stopped him from behind: "Wait a minute."
Deng Huailing turned his head and saw the doctor throw something over from the corner of his eye. He raised his hand to catch it and found it was a pale white ball, "Take this."
"What's this?" He raised an eyebrow.
"It was originally an invention I designed for Ettore. It's called 'Blister'. It will expand when it receives a severe impact. It can withstand a 10,000-ton explosion in theory. However, it has not been tested in actual combat because of the high cost." The doctor explained.Said, "Ettore couldn't use it, didn't you want to enter the municipal center? I gave it to you."
Maybe I won’t mention it again, but I’ll just say here that the doctor didn’t choose to clone the killer in the end. First, this is not the killer’s will. Second, the doctor knows very well that the restored simulated consciousness will not be exactly the same as the killer himself.The memory of the killer, but the memory of the first half of the killer's life, no one else has accompanied him to experience it.
The killer's ruthless character was tempered from the slums, and after the war, Cecina would no longer have the same dangerous environment, and there would be no second killer.The city will move towards a new era, but the ghosts of the old era will always remain before the dawn of war victory.