Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 165 The Hand of God 18
It's evening, and the evening rush hour is so congested that the sound of horns blaring is everywhere.

When Kuang Fan returned to the Jinxiu Garden residential complex, there weren't many police officers left downstairs besides the police tape.

There weren't many onlookers. Everyone was busy cooking, washing clothes, and helping their children with their homework. At most, they would just peek out their own windows.

Kuang Fan was able to return home safely.

There were no police officers at home.

He breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the window, and drew the curtains.

On the fifth floor across the street, Xiao Chen called Zheng Yan and the others, saying, "Kuang Fan drew the curtains as soon as he got home. He's pretty wary. Something's definitely up. How's it going over there?"

Zheng Yan: "In progress."

They were in a family's home on the third floor of a building. The child in this family was the one who had tried to commit suicide by jumping off the building due to excessive pressure, but was eventually persuaded to stop by Kuang Fan's earnest persuasion.

The child is now eighteen years old and has been out of school for two years. He was diagnosed with anxiety by Kuang Fan after attempting suicide in his first year of high school, and he is still not fully recovered. He is pale, taciturn, and looks at people as if they are invisible.

Looking at their house, all the windows have been fitted with security bars, including the living room window, which also has a layer of wire mesh.

Tan Jia and the others were sitting in the living room, while Tan Xuehui, as a "senior psychologist specially invited by the police," was chatting with the parents.

The other parent sighed, "We don't know how she got this disease. We dare not hit or scold her. It's not easy for us either. We sent her to a good school, and we made sure she had the best food and clothes, even if it meant going without ourselves... She climbed onto the roof and said she didn't want to live such a tiring life anymore. If Dr. Kuang hadn't gently persuaded her, she really would have jumped..."

Tan Xue asked in return, "Didn't you say that Dr. Kuang had already treated you? Why does it still not look like there's been any improvement?"

"Dr. Kuang said that medication is only part of the treatment for this disease; more importantly, it depends on the family's comfort and reassurance. He advised against having high expectations for her and suggested that she stay in a new environment. But even after we transferred her to a new school, she still didn't get better."

Each sentence is tinged with sighs, revealing weariness and heartache.

Tan Xue gently comforted him, then called the child over and spoke to him in a low voice.

After assessing her mental state and confirming she was ready for questioning, Zheng Yan asked, "Have you had any contact with Dr. Kuang before?"

She nodded.

The parents rushed to answer on her behalf: "Back then, we didn't understand anything about psychological problems. We just thought she was feeling unwell. Dr. Kuang ran into her in the neighborhood, chatted with her, and then came to my door to ask me to take her to his clinic."

Zheng Yan: "Then why did what happened later?"

The parents were silent for a moment, then said, "We didn't have any extra money. We went for treatment for a while, but it didn't seem to be working, so we stopped. Then, not long after..."

When they started talking, the patient didn't say anything. Tan Xuehui simply took the person aside, asked a few questions, and since she was used to providing emotional support to children, she spoke very gently, and the other person was willing to say a few words.

Tan Jia listened intently; the questions were mostly about her past symptoms, her thoughts, and how her family treated her.

She didn't seem to understand anything, but in the end, Tan Xuehui told the parents that she wanted to take the child to her place for free treatment.

Afterwards, he told Zheng Yan and the others, "Dr. Kuang's previous diagnosis was wrong. She doesn't have anxiety; she has depression. Her excessive self-control makes her mental and emotional state very fragile. Moreover, the treatments and medications for anxiety and depression are different. Clearly, Dr. Kuang not only failed to provide long-term treatment but also treated her incorrectly."

So the child's mental health problems became increasingly severe, to the point that he wanted to jump off a building and commit suicide.

But the words of advice that Kuang Fan gave her when she jumped off the building were very relevant.

Zheng Yan frowned: "So Kuang Fan would make some mistakes in the process of treating patients, or deliberately lead the patients' families to do things that would aggravate the patients' psychological problems and put the patients in danger. For example, a child might jump off a building, or a deceased person might set himself on fire. In the end, he would appear in time to save them, and gain praise from others, fame, and a steady stream of patients."

This is playing with patients' lives like a game. One wrong move and it could lead to death. Didn't they go too far this time with the deceased?
It's even more perverted than a hero who plans a robbery and then suddenly appears to save the day.

He also suspected: "This death of Li Xin may not be the first time Kuang Fan has gone too far. People with psychological problems are more likely to cause trouble." Just like the deceased Li Xin was afraid to open the door to escape, someone who didn't have to die ended up dying anyway.

That's truly a heinous performative personality disorder.

They went downstairs and parted ways with Tan Xue.

As dusk fell, the solar lights in the community came on, casting the shadows of the trees in the flower beds onto the walls of the buildings.

“I’ve thought of a term,” Tan Jia suddenly said, “Hero Syndrome.”

Just like when he first heard about visual thinkers, Zheng Yan asked with great interest, "What does that mean?"

"This is a niche mental illness. Patients would rather walk on the edge of crime than not plan to put others in danger, and then run out to save them, seeking public praise. They are addicted to the idea that they are someone else's savior or a hero."

She walked and talked, her voice as faint as swaying tree shadows in the layered darkness of the night.

"Similar incidents occur more frequently among medical staff, who deliberately worsen the patient's condition before intervening to save them, thus becoming saviors trusted by the patient and praised by others. This is also common among arsonists, who set fires first and then put them out, easily becoming heroes in the eyes of others."

"Such people usually have very ordinary interpersonal relationships at the beginning and have not received much praise, so they care a lot about other people's praise."

After explaining the term, she added, "The girl who jumped off the building was probably Kuang Fan's first experimental subject, or rather, he experienced this perverse pleasure for the first time through this incident, and then began his subsequent criminal acts."

"Because this matter caused a huge uproar, he was in the newspapers and received more praise than he had in the previous half of his life. That kind of pleasure could rush from his tailbone all the way to his cerebral cortex. Once you're hooked, you can't quit."

After digesting this long explanation, Zheng Yan remained silent for a moment before saying, "As expected, there's no such thing as a pervert you can't imagine."

Tan Jia looked at a window in Building 6 and let out a cold laugh: "It's a pity he messed up this time. His reputation is in jeopardy. He must be very angry right now."

Xiao Chen led a group of people out of Building 6 and told them, "I asked Kuang Fan, and he said that after the fire was extinguished this morning, he was looking for something in the flower bed. He was looking for his notebook. He had put his bag downstairs to put out the fire and save people, and as a result, the notebook in the bag was lost."

He also emphasized, "She answered with complete ease and even smiled at me."

Zheng Yan asked, "Have you received the patient list?"

Xiao Chen shrugged: "He won't give it to us, saying it involves patient privacy and they signed an agreement that they can't disclose patient information."

"So you think you're so confident? Do you think that even if we treat him as a suspect, we won't be able to find any concrete evidence to put him in jail?" Zheng Yan sneered.

Tan Jia shrugged: "But it's really hard to judge."

However, once they knew that Kuang Fan was a suspect, they could conduct a targeted investigation and eventually find solid evidence.

Every crime leaves a trace, and since Kuang Fan didn't intend to cause death, he didn't expect to attract the police, so the clues he left behind wouldn't be completely wiped out.

They searched from morning till night, and then from night till morning again. They even took Kuang Fan back to the police station in front of the residents of the community, intending to interrogate him directly.

Unexpectedly, Aunt Tan Xuehui suddenly called Zheng Yan with some new information.

Zheng Yan's solemn voice made everyone stop talking.

"You mean, before that girl jumped off the building, she encountered someone who also seemed to have been at Kuang Fan's clinic, and he said a lot of provocative things to her, which made her want to commit suicide?"

His mind raced, and he immediately covered the receiver, instructing Xiao Chen: "Go and find out which media outlets reported on Kuang Fan's rescue three years ago, and who contacted them."

(End of this chapter)