The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 45: Psychotherapy

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

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

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

But this feeling...

Annan's expression became subtle.

...It's not like being bitten by a snake, it's more like peeing your pants.

"Is this really Bernardino's dream?"

Annan suddenly said.

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

Then this dream has not automatically stalled and collapsed due to the lack of key materials. This logic is still more advanced than the spring dream.

"Huh? This is..."

Annan suddenly saw Bernardino's schedule.

It's kind of like a calendar, but only for one month. It was attached directly to the wall.

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

Annan moved closer to investigate.

I saw that from No. 1 to No. 27, the red pen circles had been dropped. And underneath, 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.

【Exercise】

【Exercise】

【Exercise】

……

From No. 1 to No. 29, they are all covered by the same words. It can be said to be a meaningless schedule. There are only three days left for those that have not been ticked off by the red pen.

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

——But only at the position of No. 30, there is a completely different word.

The red pen said... [Murder] 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, flickering twice violently and then suddenly going out.

The sounds of falling and breaking objects continued one after another, as if someone had unreasonably swept away everything on the table.

When the lights became brighter again, the living room that was fine before had turned into ruins.

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

Annan sighed.

Everything in the room that could be broken has been broken into pieces.

Even the living room table had one leg collapsed. All the things on the table fell from it. There were also signs of being broken on the fish tank. The fish inside turned into dead bodies and floated on it.

In the fish tank, there were also broken plaster blocks and the dead head of Father Ludwig.

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 saw that Father Ludwig's head rolled over like a football and landed safely at Annan's feet.

"It seems that this is completely irresistible to the priest."

Annan couldn't help but complain: "You have scored three times, why do you have so many goals?"

If there weren't players watching outside, he would even want to hum a newly made nursery rhyme.

The priest’s head looks 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 over from nowhere and saw a torn list sliding down from the table.

Fortunately, this is the second half of the list.

Although the list was torn off at an angle. But judging from the remaining parts, this should be something similar to a psychological diagnosis sheet.

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

"...the rituals (teared apart) accepted include 'forced calming (medium: Baicaohua)' and 'desire dilution'. The intensity of the ritual is weak."

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

"My current mental state is good. It is recommended to reduce work pressure, ensure a light diet, get enough sleep, and adjust my mood at home. Accept the ritual and remove bad memories in two weeks."

"Is this psychotherapy?"

Annan murmured.

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 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 originally closed room was opened at some point.

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

"What are you doing?"

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

It was then that Annan realized that what was blocking the way was not the real priest...but the sculpture of Father Ludwig.

If you look carefully, there are still some differences. Some traces of stiffness can still be seen on his expression. Annan was startled just now, partly because the light was still a little dim, and partly because he saw this as soon as he raised his head.

But if we say 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 achieve?

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

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

The world was spinning in front of my eyes, and I felt a severe nausea in my stomach.

Annan suddenly felt like he was about to fall - he subconsciously held on to 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 looked through the psychological evaluation list before, and immediately realized that there was no way he had anything in his hand before.

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

This is a black, heavy cane.

Rather than a cane, the shape is actually more similar to a crowbar. There is a small sharp angle at the end close to the ground, which is more suitable for exerting force. The side of the hand is covered with bandages.

It is not so much a walking stick~IndoMTL.com~ as it is a weapon to attack someone.

Annan waved slightly and made a high-pitched whistle.

He was stunned immediately.

It swung twice more in disbelief. This time it was aimed at the target, easily breaking the flowerpot on the windowsill with just one blow.

Then he pointed at the table with a broken leg.

Swinging hard again, the other table leg was directly broken.

If you were hit in the head by this thing... I'm afraid you would be shot on the spot.

"This thing..."

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

(End of this chapter)

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