Dr. Gao said Patient Number Five had been stabbed to death by a madman at 12:52 a.m. When Chen Ge stood up from his seat, it was exactly 12:51.
The hands moved past each number, and the ticking overlapped with the sound of a beating heart.
Everyone looked at Chen Ge, as if whatever he did next would affect them all.
As the Mechanical Watch ticked, the memories in Chen Ge's mind slowly grew hazy. He tried to control his body, but the harder he tried, the less control he had.
Blue veins bulged on the back of his hand. Chen Ge slowly raised his bowed head, his blood-red eyes fixed on Patient Number Five.
Chen Ge was on the verge of losing control, and Dr. Gao watched him intently.
As a doctor, Dr. Gao not only refrained from stopping Chen Ge, but also took something wrapped in newspaper out of his pocket.
He placed it on the table in front of Chen Ge. When it touched the tabletop, it made a crisp sound.
Something hard was wrapped in the newspaper.
Time continued to pass. Chen Ge's consciousness grew increasingly hazy, and he was relieved that he hadn't taken Dr. Gao's medicine.
If he had swallowed the medicine laced with black threads, he wouldn't have been able to resist its effects.
His fingertips crept along the edge of the table, and Chen Ge gripped the newspaper.
His fingers clenched tight. Blood seeped from Chen Ge's palm; whatever was wrapped in the newspaper was extremely sharp.
Blood soaked the newspaper, turning it dark black. Chen Ge clutched the object inside as blood poured from his palm. Strangely, he felt no pain.
*Why is my body reacting like this? I didn't take any medicine, but I still can't control myself. Is it