Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 168 The Hand of God 21
Kuang Fan sat in the interrogation room.

Just a few hours ago he was a highly praised, gentle doctor, but now, with the mask off, he is a patient with mental problems. His gloomy face and piercing eyes, the light from the interrogation room shining down from above, and his prominent forehead and brow bones casting shadows under his eyelids, make him look like a rabid dog with a serious illness that might bite at any moment.

Zheng Yan tossed down a notebook, sat down opposite him, and started by asking for information such as name, age, and address.

These were all things he already knew, and the repeated questions about these basic details, which kept them from getting to the point, made Kuang Fan very impatient.

When he was about to lose control of his expression, Zheng Yan asked, "How exactly did you manage to do something so ingenious? The fire at the Li family's house happened right before you started work, which is bad enough, but the crime scene is also very similar to a fire from fifteen years ago. You didn't just give Li Xin that spray, did you?"

His puzzled tone pleased Kuang Fan, making him realize that even if he was no longer a savior or hero, he was still a clever person that even the police couldn't have imagined.

Kuang Fan leaned back, his eyes filled with pride and smugness, and his tone was completely cold-blooded, showing no concern for human life or suffering.

“The spray can is just an external object. I only use it because I don’t want to put in too much effort. If I just talk to him and make his condition worse so that he commits suicide, you won’t be able to find anything out.”

He even hypocritically said, "Li Xin is a pitiful person. Fifteen years ago, he witnessed his sister-in-law and niece being burned to death. His parents threatened him not to go out and talk about it. A ten-year-old child already has a sense of right and wrong. He knows that his parents must have been involved because he heard his older brother and his family say something like, 'Luckily, the first one was burned to death,' after his older brother gave birth to a son. But he didn't dare to say it and hid in his room, which made him sick."

“Mental illness is more painful than physical illness because you can’t find the source of the disease. Li’s family probably felt guilty and ignored him, unwilling to see him. He just stayed like that for fifteen years, not going to school or working. One day he came to me and said he wanted treatment. Ha, his whole family are blood-sucking hyenas, how could he possibly get better? If he did get better, he might even be burned to death by his own father.”

"But I still agreed to his request. He couldn't afford it, and the Li family probably wouldn't pay him to come to my clinic either, so wasn't it only right that he do something for me? It was just a harmless fire. I told him that he had to see the fire again and explain what happened back then before I could continue the treatment. But he was too scared. He screamed in terror when he saw the flames on my computer. I thought he was beyond saving, but it turned out that he secretly got a lighter."

Therefore, Li Xin believed until his death that lighting the fire was just a step in the psychological treatment, never expecting it to be a death warrant.

On the morning of the incident, he may have been tossing and turning since the night before, battling between the desire to save himself and the fear and terror. In the end, the desire to save himself prevailed. He prepared himself mentally, turned on the lighter, and BOOM—the enclosed space, which had previously been filled with cooling spray, instantly burst into flames.

Having not yet undergone preliminary treatment, he was stimulated by this fire, which was similar to the one fifteen years ago, and immediately fell ill.

Kuang Fan said dismissively, "The room door wasn't locked. He could have just pushed it open and run out. It's a pity that people with psychological problems aren't normal. They can't even make normal judgments and behave normally. They just want to crawl into a hole. You haven't encountered these abnormal people. Otherwise, you would know why those family members curse and beat them at the drop of a hat. Sometimes it's really infuriating."

Zheng Yan asked, "Do you know why he's afraid to open the door?"

“Because fifteen years ago, he was right outside that fire. His sister-in-law and niece were burning and screaming against the glass door, and he was too scared to move. After that, he had nightmares, often dreaming that he was his sister-in-law, and outside the scalding door was a cruel killer who had set a second death trap, just waiting for him to open the door.” Zheng Yan was silent for a while, then asked, “You know so much about him, you must have talked about this more than once or twice, right? He mustered up the courage to open up to you, but you had no sympathy at all, only thinking about how to use his fear to your advantage. After seeing so many people with mental problems, do you think it's very satisfying to control them?”

Kuang Fan narrowed his eyes as if he hadn't had enough: "Some people control money, some people control manpower, and some people control weapons, but none of them are as profitable as controlling psychology. With just a few words, they will be afraid, they will cry and beg me, they will look at me with trust, and they can even become robots that only I can soothe."

frenzied.

Zheng Yan wasn't provoked and even chuckled: "The person behind you three years ago probably thought the same way about you. With just a few casual words, he turned you into a murderer who abandoned medical ethics. I think his control over people's psychology is far superior to yours."

"Impossible!" Kuang Fan's emotions suddenly turned agitated, his sinister eyes fixed on him. "There is no such person. What happened three years ago was an accident! I made a mistake in my diagnosis, and then I managed to turn the tide and save the day. Those people genuinely praised me after seeing my abilities!"

“I don’t think so. Actually, I’ve done a little research on psychology. Judging from your reaction, it’s clear that no one has ever praised you before. You’re just an ordinary person, with nothing commendable about you, and people around you will simply ignore you…”

Before he could finish speaking, Kuang Fan snapped at him and told him to shut up.

But Zheng Yan didn't even blink, ignoring his impotent rage, and continued, "That's why you crave praise so much. But your medical skills are poor, so you can only make things worse and back to the original level to show how great you are. It's like handing in a blank exam paper and getting it returned, then writing a few random answers to barely get everyone's praise. You think you're great, but you've only gone from zero to failing. People who actually do well, including the teachers, will just think you're sick."

"That's what the person behind you thinks. So, after receiving a few treatments at your clinic, he figured out your problem and thought you were like Li Xin—pitiful but someone he could use to play a game. But his control over your mind is much stronger than your control over Li Xin. With just a little guidance, you obediently follow his plan. You were discovered, but he never even showed his face."

"You're a psychiatrist, so you should know that some people's psychological problems are so severe that they have to be classified as psychiatric. Some of those people are very scary. Maybe that person just likes to see you make a mistake, and wants to know when you will accidentally kill someone. Your weaknesses have always been in someone else's hands."

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Kuang Fan's neck veins bulged as he stood up, slamming his fist on the table and kicking it around. "I've never treated someone like that before!"

"That's because you're not skilled enough. If he can understand you, understand your patients, and talk to them, who else could he be but someone who appears in your clinic?"

Kuang Fan froze, lost in thought for a few minutes, then sat back down heavily, muttering, "Impossible..."

(End of this chapter)