Wen Yiqian slowly closed his eyes, and the darkness in front of him was covered with darkness.

"Time? After 8 p.m.."

"Location? Hospital!"

"People? Me and... the corpse!"

"Bang!"

With Wen Yiqian's crisp snap of his fingers, a picture gradually emerged in his mind.

...

The corridor of the hospital is long and gloomy.

Under the dim light, I walked towards the hospital morgue.

In the ward, the patient's cough and the nurse's advice came from time to time, which made me feel very irritated.

Because these people couldn't even think of what I would do next!

I smiled excitedly, got goosebumps in excitement, and looked down at myself.

He was wearing a hospital gown and looked particularly ordinary in this hospital.

A nurse and a patient passed by me.

No one cared about me, no one paid attention to me, they didn't even look at me.

Because, in their eyes, I am just an ordinary patient.

Of course, in fact, I am really just an ordinary patient.

But I plan to do something unusual next.

I came to the door of the morgue and entered the password I accidentally heard from the doctor.

"Ding!"

The password was correct, so I pushed open the door, looked around, and confirmed that no one noticed it, and walked in.

Xiao Zhang, who is guarding the morgue, gets off work on time at 8 o'clock every day, and I choose to act at 10 o'clock.

It will not attract attention because it is too late, and it will not be discovered that you are missing after the nurse checks the room.

In the morgue, it was colder than I thought, but my heart was full of heat.

Soon, I found the body of "his".

"He" just lay there quietly, as if he was asleep.

I walked up, looked at the familiar face, gently stroked "his" body, and felt mixed feelings in my heart.

There are only two types of people in this world, men and women.

Some men like women, and some women like men.

Of course, there are women who like women and men who like men.

I'm gay, I've been since I was a kid.

I remember that some homosexuals fall in love with homosexuals because they are stimulated.

And I am different from them, I just like men simply.

Since I was a child, I have liked several men.

I even plucked up the courage to confess to them.

But unfortunately, they don't like men.

They treat me as a monster...

They kept their distance from me...

They... want to vomit when they see me!

The repeated setbacks made me no longer dare to express my feelings to others.

I began to get tired of dealing with living people. Only dead people would not reject me, would not look at me with strange eyes, and would not say that I would want to vomit when I saw me.

I thought I would be with the corpse in the second half of my life.

Unexpectedly, I met "him" in the hospital.

"He" is my patient, with a late-stage malignant tumor that may leave the world at any time.

"He" is very withdrawn, has a closed heart and is unwilling to communicate with others.

Perhaps, in the eyes of "him", the whole world is gray.

At the beginning, I was just curious and sympathetic to "him".

But for some reason, my attention will always be sucked away by "him" without realizing it.

Later, I realized it.

Actually, I am the same person as "him".

Same loneliness, same loneliness, no friends, no one cares, no one likes.

Living alone in this world, no one will cry even if he dies.

A lonely heart is always easily attracted by another lonely heart.

I haven't liked living people for a long time, and I don't know whether I should express my feelings to "him".

But "he" died before he could wait for my confession.

"For me, this is actually a good thing. At least you don't have to worry about being rejected by you anymore!" I looked at the corpse in front of me and said silently.

I want to take "his" body away, I want to go away with "him".

But I know that I can't take such a large body with me.

So, I settled for the second best, and wanted to cut off "his" head.

But unfortunately, "his" body was too hard, and the knife I brought couldn't cut his throat.

Since that's the case, I can only completely possess "him"!

I wanted to take off his clothes, but the body was completely stiff and could not take it off at all.

I could only use a knife to cut all my clothes.

I think……

...

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Wu Mengan's call woke Wen Yiqian up. He blinked his eyes, his chest kept rising and falling.

"Are you okay?" Wu Mengan looked puzzled, "I see you suddenly seemed to fall asleep. Are you tired?"

"I'm just thinking about things, I'm immersed in my mind." Wen Yiqian said perfunctorily with a calm expression.

"Is this...the Palace of Thinking just now?" He was not as calm as he seemed, and was extremely shocked.

In film and television dramas, some gods often open the palace of thinking in their minds when they investigate cases.

Through the speculation of the case and the murderer, the murderer's process was restored in his mind little by little, and he could even "see" all this as if he was in the scene.

This undoubtedly requires strong conceptual and reasoning skills to perfectly restore every detail.

Wen Yiqian’s thinking palace just now is obviously different.

He personally restored the entire process by speculating on his perverted psychology, taking on roles.

In fact, this is the story that Wen Yiqian made up through his understanding of the case and speculation of the perverted.

As for whether it is accurate or not, I don’t know.

"I thought the palace of thought only exists in film and television dramas, but I didn't expect it to exist." Wen Yiqian raised his eyebrows, "But I seem to be in the world, and there is no difference from film and television dramas..."

In fact, in reality, there is a memory method called the Memory Palace, which has the same effect as the Thinking Palace.

By building a virtual palace in your mind and then "put in" what you want to remember.

For example, remember the appearance of a pen.

It is necessary to completely "put" the appearance of this pen and every detail into the memory palace.

It's like building a completely identical pen in the virtual palace in my mind.

In this way, you can remember the appearance of this pen in the palace at any time, achieving the effect of long-term memory.

If it is built in a palace fast enough, it is basically equivalent to remembering it all.

The memory method of this memory palace is so magical.

It is said that many people have really built a memory palace in their minds.

Wen Yiqian had tried it, but he quickly gave up because he was indeed not the material.

Now he can simulate the palace of thinking. Is it possible to use it as a palace of memory?

Wen Yiqian's eyes were lit up with excitement.

As long as you can try to build what he wants to remember in the scene simulated in your mind, can you achieve the effect of never forgetting it?

Of course, even though Wen Yiqian was excited, he had not forgotten the main business.
Chapter completed!