The strongest dream therapist

Chapter 15 The Dead on the Beach (1)

Hiking on Tuesday, going to the amusement park on Wednesday, surfing at the beach on Thursday, and returning to the company on Friday.

The previous two days went by without any major incidents. Today, Thursday, Fu Yuan got up early, packed two fried dough sticks and three baskets of steamed dumplings downstairs, and followed everyone on the company bus to the beach.

The temperature had been cool and cloudy for the past few days, but today, the weather was bright and sunny with a gentle breeze.

In the distance is an endless expanse of blue, with waves surging and crashing on the beach, and the wind in the air carries a salty smell.

Businesses are actively developing the area, not only are there numerous beach umbrellas on the beach, but there are also restaurants, bars, and guesthouses on the water. There are also many recreational activities, such as jet skis and banana boats. As long as you are willing to spend money, you can enjoy everything.

There were no familiar colleagues in this batch, and no one called her.

Fu Yuan was wearing sunglasses and lying under a beach umbrella, watching the sun gradually rise from the coast to noon. Bold crabs ran ashore and imitated her, taking a nap in the shade of her beach chair.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, she faintly smelled the scent of rust among the salty smell of the ocean.

Her consciousness was hazy and she didn't pay attention. She could also smell all kinds of strange smells in some dreams.

The smell of rust grew stronger, like blood soaked in water.

After an unknown amount of time, a scream pierced the sky, startling rows of birds nesting in the jungle and waking up Fu Yuan from his light sleep.

"Ah—there's a dead person—"

Fu Yuan suddenly sat up from the beach chair and looked in the direction of the scream.

At the junction of the sea water and the beach, blood dyed the sea surface bright red. A broken figure was half-hidden in the surging waves, appearing and disappearing with the rise and fall of the waves.

After a brief exclamation, there was only a heart-wrenching silence.

Fu Yuan's heartbeat suddenly quickened. He stood there and was swept to the scene by the crowd.

Someone has already called the police and is now actively maintaining order and waiting for the police to arrive.

She noticed her colleagues gathered in the front row, hesitated for a moment, then took out her mental hospital employee ID and tried to squeeze in.

Psychologists are also doctors, she thought with confidence.

Before she could say anything more, the people around her saw the big words "Wuyou Mental Hospital" and made way for them without even looking below. Fu Yuan successfully squeezed next to her colleague and stood in the front line of the crowd.

deceased,
More precisely, it was a portion of the deceased, shredded by some unknown weapon. Only half of the head, upper torso, and right arm remained, with a few pieces of cloth hanging from them. The deceased's face looked as if it had been repeatedly slashed with a knife, leaving it unrecognizable.

In other words, just looking at the face, you can't tell what it originally looked like.

"vomit--"

Someone vomited, and then a series of vomiting occurred in the crowd. The place was filled with the smell of stomach acid, which was really unpleasant.

After watching it, everyone condemned it from various angles and then gradually dispersed.

Suddenly a girl squeezed over, took a look, and then covered her mouth with her hands, her voice trembling a little: "I saw this person this morning."

But before she could say anything more, the police quickly arrived and surrounded the scene.

They evacuated the crowd and set up a cordon around the scene.

Only then did Fu Yuan realize that her colleague was watching the incident because she was the first witness to the incident.

Fu Yuan: I thought you were sneaking in by relying on your identity as a doctor.

Because she was not an important person, Fu Yuan was also driven away from the scene as a spectator. She returned to the beach chair she had sat on before, looking at the little crab beside her, and couldn't help feeling a little funny.

The colleague was taken away for questioning and returned shortly after taking his statement. He also brought a piece of news to the group: after a forensic examination, the deceased was most likely to have committed suicide.

Suicide? She looked at the news and frowned.

Although it is unknown why the forensic doctor came to this conclusion, she slept well in the past two days, which means that no one was in extreme pain during this period.

Otherwise, I would definitely pull her in when I go to sleep at night.

Unless that person doesn't sleep.

Because of this incident, Fu Yuan was a little absent-minded during lunch. She didn't mean to find a murderer out of thin air, but she felt that something was fishy.

In this local sea restaurant, steaks are cooked to medium-rare by default unless there are special requirements.

Fu Yuan ordered sirloin steak. He took the knife and cut it a few times. Seeing the blood inside, he suddenly thought of the corpse this morning. He couldn't help feeling nauseous and rang the service bell at the table.

After a while, a male waiter in the restaurant's uniform came up to her and said, "Hello, what can I do for you?"

Fu Yuan looked at his smile and felt a little dazzled. He pushed the plate and said, "Please change it to a well-done steak for me."

The waiter's smile froze, but he still maintained a good service attitude: "Hello, after we serve the food, if it is not a problem with the food itself, we will not accept refunds or exchanges."

Fu Yuan didn't look at him and said, "You can watch the surveillance. I just cut it open and didn't actually eat it. The meat was not cooked. It's a problem with the food itself."

As she spoke, she turned her gaze to the restaurant's surveillance camera.

The waiter was a little embarrassed and said, "Steaks are cooked differently depending on the taste of different people. Since you didn't specify it, we'll default to medium rare."

Fu Yuan opened his phone, flipped through the electronic bill, pointed at the name on it, and said softly, "But you didn't write that the default is medium-rare." So I'll default to well-done.

The young waiter was a little bewildered; he was just following the rules. Fu Yuan also felt a little regretful, blaming himself for involving his emotions in other people.

At this time, an older waitress came over. Seeing that the situation was at a stalemate and no action was taken, she came over to inquire about the situation.

"I'm sorry, it's our responsibility. We will serve you a well-done sirloin steak and a glass of Coca-Cola as a gift." The waitress bowed slightly to her and prepared to take the plate away.

"Please wait." Fu Yuan stopped her and pointed to another steak beside him. "Please change this fillet steak to well-done, thank you."

The waitress paused as she collected the plates and forced a smile: "It's an honor to serve you."

Fu Yuan sat by the window. From her perspective, she could see the blue sea and the sea hotel next to it through the bright window.

She suddenly recalled some miscellaneous books she had read before, which said that restaurants and hotels on the sea were all converted from retired ships.

It was previously reported that the Titanic had 10 floors and could carry more than 3500 passengers.

My thoughts flew further and further away. The man must not have been killed this morning. In such a spacious place, there was no way to hide the murder weapon.

Moreover, there were eyewitnesses who said they had seen him in the morning.

Combined with the smell of rust she smelled, no, to be more precise, the smell of blood, the person must have been dismembered while he was sleeping.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that the most likely outcome is suicide as determined by the forensic doctor.

but,

Why did he commit suicide?

If it was suicide, how could he have dismembered himself? Even now, one of his arms has not been salvaged.

　Careful children who can figure out what is going on are welcome to comment. I don’t intend to reveal it in the main text and will just briefly mention it.

　　(*^▽^*) Today I updated 2k, and saved the draft.

　　(Wiping tears, there are very few manuscripts, I am a serious procrastinator)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)