Gongben Naoki’s eyes gazed blankly at the corpse, its flesh softened to the point of oozing pus, and then, after a while—
She stood up silently, not even bothering to clean the pus off her clothes, and shrank directly behind Beichuan Si, clinging to the corner of his clothing, her face pale with horror to the point of being unable to scream.
Beichuan Si pulled her outside expressionlessly, but the horror novelist simply cowered behind him, refusing to show her face, trembling all over even when Beichuan Si pulled her, too frightened to even lift her head.
Seeing this, Beichuan Si still took two steps forward, consciously avoiding any intimate contact with her.
After all, if sothing were to happen between them here, Beichuan Si felt sowhat guilty about Mirai Shinkai, who insisted on sending him greeting ssages every day.
"This should be the body of that ghost story broadcaster." Beichuan Si, indifferent to the stench, stretched out his hand to turn the body over and over again.
The body wore a baseball cap, with a gash on its head from being struck by a blunt object, and from its completely shriveled, blackened eyes oozed black pus. It was now impossible to distinguish whether the corpse was male or female from its appearance, but from its skeletal fra and the atrophied muscles, one could tell it was a male body, especially since the baseball cap on its head also revealed his identity.
But indeed, the most disgusting thing was the stench of the decay.
After they took him out of the storage locker, the sll made Tanaka Takashi and the others retch on the spot for quite a long ti.
Watching Beichuan Si crouch down expressionlessly and turn the body over, Tanaka Takashi and the others felt their understanding of Beichuan deepen another layer.
"Is this... the baseball cap my sister also wears?" With her emotions sowhat settled, Gongben Naoki finally peeked out, the body having fallen directly into her arms earlier, causing her to panic and completely overlook these details.
It could be that this spiritual realm was different sohow, keeping the body of the baseball cap relatively well preserved.
"More importantly..." Beichuan Si took out a water bottle from his folder bag, washed his hands briefly, and then looked at Tanaka Takashi and the others: "Have you got the materials sorted out?"
"We’ve found so suspicious things, it looks like a person’s dical records." Tanaka Takashi suppressed the nauseous feeling in his stomach and took out the items the three of them had found and handed them to Beichuan Si.
dical records?
Beichuan Si perked up, taking the stack of records and carefully examined them.
After flipping through, he realized that these weren’t strictly dical records, but rather a stack of psychiatric records.
Written neatly in black ink on the simple ntal observation form.
This handwriting was different from that on the walls outside, which suggested that it wasn’t written by the sa person, and of course, the possibility of imitation wasn’t ruled out either.
Beichuan Si shone his flashlight on it and turned to the first page.
January 12, 2016, Saturday (Saturday), Observation Record (1):
Patient: Shikizaki Haru.
Condition Observation: Mr. Shikizaki has been tornted by depression and anxiety for a week, accompanied by mild delusional disorder. He seems to have maintained such a poor ntal state since he officially took over Jishi Park. It might be the pressure of work.
I asked Mr. Shikizaki what exactly was the source of the distress that tornted him?
But whenever we touched upon this subject, a look of intense pain would appear on Mr. Shikizaki’s face, and the words he wanted to say would end up being swallowed back down.
Why was he in such pain?
With his permission, I began to write down observation notes to accompany the treatnt.
After reading one page, soone curiously stood beside Beichuan Si and asked, "Who is this person nad Shikizaki Haru? Is he the clown himself?"
Beichuan Si did not answer this question for the ti being and continued to flip to the next page.
January 22, 2016, Tuesday (Tuesday), Observation Record (2):
Patient: Shikizaki Haru.
Condition Observation: With the use of antidepressant dication, Mr. Shikizaki’s condition seems to have significantly improved, and he would occasionally talk to , appearing as if he had completely recovered. But routine appointnts are still ongoing.
This ti I asked again about the source of Mr. Shikizaki’s condition.
After all, people don’t just contract depression out of nowhere; it’s either external pressure or psychological stress.
This ti Mr. Shikizaki finally stamred out a description.
Shikizaki: I don’t know what’s going on, but I always feel a special urge... when I see a group of tourists, I want to rush over and knock them down with a punch; when I hear children laughing, I feel uncomfortable all over... I’ve always been haunted by these inexplicable urges, it’s as if there’s a devil suppressing my heart.
At this point, Mr. Shikizaki’s face showed a look of hesitation.
Shikizaki: Sotis... I even... feel an urge to smother them all to death. But the dication is effective; I can now control my impulsive emotions. You know, I wouldn’t dare tell anyone about this; if my company’s superiors found out, my position as the person in charge would be...
Afterward, I asked Mr. Shikizaki so common-sense questions, and he responded fluently, in good ntal condition. This also showed that the current treatnt was effective.
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