Chapter 45 Psychotherapy

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, or the venom actually took effect.

As soon as Annan started searching the living room, he began to feel a little heat on his left leg bitten by the snake.

There was no pain or numbness, but a warm current flowing slowly through the left leg.

But this feeling...

Annan's expression became subtle.

...It doesn't look like being bitten by a snake, but it's a bit like peeing your pants.

"Is this really Bernardino's dream?"

Annan suddenly said.

Because there is no memory and knowledge of being bitten by a snake in the brain, it is automatically replaced by other similar materials?

Then this dream has not been automatically stuck and crashed due to the lack of key materials. This logic is still more advanced than Chunmeng.

"Huh? This is..."

Annan suddenly saw Bernardino's schedule.

It's sort of like a calendar, but only for one month. directly on the wall.

The year is not marked, but the month can be seen to be September.

Annan moved closer to investigate.

I saw that from the 1st to the 27th, they have been circled with red pens. At the bottom, something was written with a black pen.

If you compare them with each other, you can vaguely see from the above that the words written on the daily schedule are exactly the same.

【practise】

【practise】

【practise】

...

From the number one all the way to the twenty-ninth, all covered with the same words. It can be said that it is a meaningless schedule. And those who have not been ticked off by the red pen have only three days left.

In other words, this should be the night of the 27th or 28th.

—but only at number thirty,

But with completely different words.

A red pen, with ... [Murder] written on it.

The moment Annan saw the word clearly, a gust of wind suddenly blew up in the living room.

The lights in the room flickered on and off, flickered violently twice, and then went out suddenly.

The sound of objects falling and breaking rang out one after another, as if someone unreasonably swept everything off the table.

By the time the lights became brighter again, the living room, which was still good before, had become ruins.

"...Well, if the priest comes back now, I think Xiaobei should be beaten."

Annan sighed.

Everything that could be broken in the room has been completely broken.

Even the living room table had collapsed by one leg. All the things on the table slid down from the top, and the fish tank also had signs of being broken, and the fish inside turned into dead bodies and floated on it.

And in the fish tank, there are broken pieces of plaster and the head of Father Ludwig, who died in death.

The head sank quietly to the bottom of the fish tank.

Annan glanced over and seemed to be able to see a faint smile from above.

At this moment, Annan heard the sound of something rolling over.

He looked down and found that a head of Father Ludwig rolled over like a football and landed safely at Annan's feet.

"It seems that this is completely against the head of the priest."

Annan couldn't help complaining: "You have scored three times, why do you have so many headaches?"

If it weren't for the players watching outside, he would even want to hum the nursery rhyme he made up now.

The priest's head, like a ball...

To be honest, he just saw that sphere rolling over, and he really wanted to kick it out.

Annan walked around the head that had rolled over from nowhere, and saw a torn list slipping down from the table.

Fortunately, this is the second half of the list.

Although the list was torn off obliquely. But judging from the remaining part, this should be something similar to a psychological diagnosis sheet.

"...(torn apart) combined with interventional therapy."

"...The rituals accepted by the (torn apart) include 'Forced Calm (Medium: Baicao Flower)' and 'Desire Dilution'. The intensity of the ritual is weak."

"The recommended spells for patients are 'memory reading' and 'memory fabrication'. It is predicted that there will be no adverse reactions after surgery."

"I am in a good mental state. It is recommended to reduce work pressure, ensure a light diet, and get enough sleep. You can adjust your mood at home. After two weeks, accept the ceremony and remove bad memories."

"This is psychotherapy?"

Annan murmured.

He vaguely realized something.

It seemed that what happened that year was not as simple as he thought at first.

But the question is... is this treatment for Father Ludwig, or for Bernardino?

He put down the receipt in his hand.

When he raised his head, Annan's pupils shrank slightly.

The room that was originally closed was opened at some unknown time.

Father Ludwig stood there at some point, looking at him indifferently.

"What are u doing?"

The priest's stern voice seemed to ring in his ears: "Don't waste time."

Only then did Annan realize that the one standing in front of him was not the real priest...but the sculpture of Father Ludwig.

If you look closely, there are still some differences. There are still some traces of bluntness on the expression. Annan was taken aback just now, partly because the lights were still a little dim, and partly because he saw this as soon as he looked up.

But if it is said that this is a sculpture made by Bernardino himself... its quality can be said to be too high.

Is this really the level that someone who has studied sculpture for two years can have?

At this moment, Annan felt a wave of heat and dizziness sweeping through his body.

He seemed to vaguely hear someone calling himself...but he couldn't hear anything clearly.

There was a sudden dizziness in front of my eyes, and a severe nausea in my stomach.

Annan suddenly felt as if he was about to fall—he subconsciously supported the wall, and supported his body with the cane held in his left hand.

But he knew it almost immediately.

cane?

What cane?

Did I hold a cane in my left hand before?

Annan remembered that he had read the psychological evaluation list before, and immediately realized that he couldn't have something in his hand before.

He raised his left hand and carefully observed the metal cane that appeared in his left hand for no reason.

It was a black, heavy cane.

Rather than a cane, its shape is actually more similar to a crowbar. There is a small sharp corner at the end near the ground, which is more suitable for exerting force. The side where the hand was held was covered with bandages.

Rather than being made into a cane for walking, it is better to say that it is a weapon for attacking someone.

Annan waved it a little, and made a whistling sound piercing the air.

He froze for a moment.

Some unbelievers shook it a couple more times. This time it was aimed at the target, and the flower pot on the windowsill was easily smashed with just one blow.

Then, he aimed at the table with a broken leg.

Swinging it vigorously again, the other table leg was also directly broken.

If he was hit on the head by this thing... he would probably be shot on the spot.

"This thing..."

Annan couldn't help exclaiming: "It's so smooth!"

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