"The old building had poor soundproofing. My neighbor had a dog that barked nonstop every night."
In the dim treatment room, Number 7 lowered his head, recounting his memories as he recalled them.
Those extreme emotions from the past gradually welled up again. Blood vessels slowly spread across his eyes, and his condition grew increasingly unstable.
"Then one night, her dog got loose, and I ran into it in the residential complex. I dragged it into the bushes and smashed its head to pieces with a rock, bit by bit."
"After that, she bought a cat. It cried nonstop every day too."
"I lured it out with a sausage, took it home, tied it up, and burned it with a blowtorch. I used a small knife to slice its belly open little by little..."
"My neighbor finally quieted down. She never kept any more pets."
"Until two years later, when she had a child... Heh heh, too noisy! They were too noisy! You can't blame me for that! It was all their fault for being so noisy!"
Number 7's expression visibly twisted. He panted heavily and stopped speaking.
But Doctor Luo seemed unsatisfied with that answer. He adjusted his glasses and pressed, "What did you do next? Don't be afraid. Tell me the truth. She was the one at fault in the first place. Besides, you're ill. I'm sure even Heaven would forgive you!"
Hearing this, Number 7 seemed encouraged. He looked at Doctor Luo with some excitement. "Really, Doctor? Is everything you said true? Do you really think I did nothing wrong?"
"Heh heh, of course. You're a patient. You have that privilege." Doctor Luo's emphasis was rather strange. Rather than helping Number 7 recover, he seemed to be encouraging him to make good use of his illness to