The Righteous Player(s) - Chapter 1002

[Chapter 45 Psychotherapy]

I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, or if the venom actually works.

As soon as Annan began to search the living room, he began to feel a slight heat in his left leg bitten by the snake.

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

But this feeling…

Annan’s expression became subtle.

… It’s not like being bitten by a snake, it’s a bit like peeing my pants.

“Is this really Bernardino’s dream?”

Annan asked suddenly.

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

Then this dream hasn’t been automatically stuck and collapsed 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 kind of like a calendar, but only for one month.

directly attached to the wall.

The year is not marked, but you can see that the month is September.

Annan approached to investigate.

I saw that from No. 1 to No. 27, they have been circled by red pens.

At the bottom is something written with 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.

[Exercise]

[Exercise]

[Exercise]

…

From number 1 to number 29, they are covered by the same words.

Arguably a meaningless schedule.

And those who were not ticked off by the red pen, only had three days left.

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

——But only at No. 30,

there are completely different words.

A red pen with the words… [Murder] written on it.

The moment Annan saw the word clearly, there was a sudden gust of wind in the living room.

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

The sound of falling and shattering objects continued to sound, as if someone had swept all the things on the table unreasonably.

When the lights turned bright again, the living room that had been fine before had been turned into ruins.

“…Well, if the priest comes back now, I think Xiaobei should be beaten.”

Annan sighed.

Everything that could be broken in the whole room has been broken clean.

Even the living room table collapsed with one leg.

Everything on the table slid down from above, and there were also signs of being broken on the fish tank, and the fish inside turned into corpses and floated on it.

In the fish tank, there were also broken pieces of plaster and the head of Father Ludwig, who was dying.

The head sank quietly at 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 a portrait of Father Ludwig rolled over like a football and landed safely at Annan’s feet.

“It seems that this is completely and the priest’s head.”

Annan couldn’t help complaining: “You have scored three times, why do you have so many heads?”

If it wasn’t for the players watching outside, he would even want to hum the current nursery rhyme.

The priest’s head is like a ball…

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

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

Fortunately, this is the second half of the list.

The list was torn off at an angle.

But judging from the remaining parts, this should be something like a psychological diagnosis sheet.

“…(Torn apart) combined with interventional therapy.”

“…The rituals received by the (Torned) subject include ‘Forced Calm (Medium: Herbs)’, ‘Desire Dilution’. Ritual strength is weak.”

” The recommended spells for patients are ‘memory reading’ and ‘memory falsification’. It is predicted that there will be no postoperative adverse reactions.”

“The mental state is now good. It is recommended to reduce work pressure, ensure a light diet, and get enough sleep, and you can adjust your mood at home. Receive a ritual to remove bad memories in two weeks.”

“Is this, psychotherapy?”

Annan muttered.

He vaguely realized something.

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

But the question is… is this a cure for Father Ludwig, or a cure for Bernardino?

He put down the document in his hand.

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

The originally closed room was opened at an unknown time.

Father Ludwig stood there for some time, looking at him indifferently.

“What are you doing?”

The priest’s stern voice seemed to ring in his ears: “Don’t waste time.”

At this time, Annan realized that it was not the real priest standing in front of him… but the sculpture of Father Ludwig.

If you look closely, there are some differences.

There are still some bruises on his face.

Annan would have been taken aback just now, partly because the lights were still dim, and another because he saw this as soon as he looked up.

But if it’s a sculpture made by Bernardino…it’s quality is too high.

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

At this moment, Annan felt a burst of heat and dizziness swept through his body.

He seemed to vaguely hear someone calling him… but couldn’t hear anything.

The world was spinning in front of him, and there was a severe nausea in the abdomen.

Annan suddenly felt like he was about to fall – he subconsciously supported the wall and supported his body with the cane he held in his left hand.

But he realized it almost immediately.

cane?

What cane?

Have I ever held a cane in my left hand before?

Annan remembered that he had flipped through the psychological evaluation list before, and immediately realized that he couldn’t have anything else 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.

It’s more like a crowbar than a walking stick.

The end near the ground has a small sharp corner, which is more suitable for force.

The side of the hand is covered with bandages.

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Annan waved a little and made a whimpering scream.

He froze immediately.

Some unbelievers shook it again.

This time, it was aimed at the target, and the flower pot on the windowsill was easily shattered with a single blow.

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

He swung it hard again, breaking the other leg of the table.

If you get hit in the head by this thing… I’m afraid you will be shot on the spot.

“This thing…”

Annan couldn’t help but exclaimed: “It’s so easy!”

(End of this chapter)

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