The other document, of course, is a case study that proves that I am a madman.
The police don't care if I'm mentally disturbed by poisoning, or "split personality", anyway, in their opinion, I was crazy, and I was sent to a mental hospital just after Lao Jiu's death, which can show that Lao Jiu's death has something to do with me.
The old policeman looked at me calmly and confidently, and he said: "In this case analysis, it is clear that you have violent tendencies and strong aggression, you have delusions of victimization, and you have a split personality.
These can explain why you killed Lao Jiu, why you denied your crimes, and submitted important evidence of your murder to the police.
And because you have a split personality, you don't remember what you've done at all. ” I looked at the old policeman and didn't speak for a long time.
The younger cops tapped the table with gel pens, and they seemed to be anxious, and it dawned on me that they were waiting for me to confess.
But the punishment for crimes committed by mentally ill people is different from that of normal people, they obviously don't care about my mental condition, as long as it makes sense, as long as I can help them close the case as soon as possible, nothing else matters.
"You can't convict me of this, I won't admit to these charges, and if I plead guilty, I will come up with stronger evidence that I was there and left clues at the murder scene," I said.
"The fingerprints on the needle cap" The young policeman didn't finish when I interrupted him.
"Even if you check out that you have my fingerprints, as you say, it may have been taken by me, but after all, it wasn't a murder weapon, right?"
I looked at the two of them.
They didn't speak, so I continued: "If I am insane or have a split personality, you must also make a comprehensive assessment of my current situation and come up with solid evidence."
I don't know where I got the courage from, so I stared straight at the two policemen and said word by word: "Anyway, don't try to make me confess."
"You don't admit your guilt, maybe because you can't remember it at all, but we'll hypnotize you to help you remember."
The old police officer said coldly.
When I heard the word hypnosis, I was still very resistant and had a sense of fear.
Although I was very tough and resolute towards the two policemen, deep down I was still afraid.
Because I really don't know why there are my fingerprints on that needle cap, and why I see everything that happened in the past, and how can I have so-called "memories" if I haven't experienced it Unless I've experienced it and forgotten it, so I might remember it at some point later.
My mind was in a mess, but I still tried not to show it, telling myself to be confident that I had never killed anyone.
"Whatever you want, hypnosis is hypnosis."
I turned my head to the side and stopped looking at them, but my heart hung in the air.
"Can you explain now where you left the police station after you came to report the crime in the early hours of that morning?"
the old officer turned to the matter again.
I don't even fucking remember leaving, I shouted in my heart.
Subconsciously, I feel that this question also has a trap, and it is the same as the question of asking where I was when Lao Jiu was killed, which is full of inducement.
"I'm sorry, I don't remember ever leaving, but I'll admit that I was in a bit of a state of confusion and maybe I just went out for a walk.
One thing is certain, though, that I never went back to the morgue. ” I tried my best to restrain myself from acting like a hysterical madman.
Originally, I didn't want to say that I was mentally disturbed, but if I didn't admit that I had left, and someone actually proved that I had left the police station, it would not be good for me.
After that, the old policeman made up a story, from my feelings after calling the police, to how I left the police station to find Lao Jiu, and then went to the morgue, and told me all about it, and then asked me if I admitted it.
What is this, he is not asking me, but fabricating facts No, he has a deeper purpose, hypnosis, psychological suggestion, making up memories This old policeman was preparing for my hypnosis, he may not believe that I am a murderer, but he made me believe that he is the murderer, and by telling me the process of the crime over and over again, and the feeling when the crime was committed, I almost believed that I did it.
And once these fake memories are poured into my brain, they are stored in my brain and I think it really happened.
It's like we often say to people, I remember what kind of things I did when I was a kid, how funny I was at the time, what kind of bear kid I was.
If this "childhood" was three or four years old, or even earlier, two or three years old, in fact, few people can remember what happened at that time, but why can they still talk so vividly and remember that incident with deep certainty?
Because although this part of the memory is not our own, after our parents tell us about it, we remember it, imagine and process it, and eventually it becomes our so-called "memory" and tells it to others.
The old cop was weaving memories like that to me because he knew I couldn't remember what had happened during that time.
"Shut up," I yelled at the old policeman, "again, I haven't killed anyone, and I've never been back to the morgue."
If you continue to interfere with me and make psychological innuendos, these statements will have no reference value.
You are inducing a mentally ill person to have fantasies and then forcing him to confess.
In the future, my lawyer will come and tell you what you are doing today."
I was so aggressive and resolute that I almost forgot that I had any lawyer, and even if I arranged a lawyer in the future, it would only be legal aid, and I would go through the procedure, so that people would not care if I, a "murderer", really killed someone.
If you want to get away with it, you have to pay for a lawyer, but I don't have that much money.
If I didn't hire a lawyer, I could have a friend who could secretly help me with my investigation, such as Officer An, but I knew that he wouldn't help me because he now believed that I was a murderer.
So there is only one path before me, confession, confession of being the one who killed in a state of insanity.
"You can think about it again."
The old policeman said: "You have been mentally ill, and even if you plead guilty, you will not be sentenced to death." ” Hmph, he finally said his purpose.
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"Can you call Officer An, I'm going to ask him something."
I asked.
The old policeman squinted at me, didn't say a word, and went out with the young policeman.
After a while, Officer An came in.
Without waiting for him to sit down, I said, "Just ask you, in the early hours of that morning, the three of us went to the police station to report the crime, and then I left." 16:30 Next shift t1706231537: