Chapter 97

Hearing this, Xia Tianqi's face showed a look of surprise, and he asked with some difficulty understanding:

"Are you saying you spent a whole day in that dream?"

As soon as he said this, Xia Tianqi immediately shook his head, feeling that the question was not quite right, and added:

"Did you experience multiple layers of dreams? Waking up from one dream and then entering another? No, that's not quite right either."

Xia Tianqi couldn't find the right words to describe it, so he gestured for Li Changye to continue, while he lit a cigarette and fell into thought.

Seeing that Xia Tianqi was confused, Li Changye also looked very anxious, fearing that Xia Tianqi would no longer believe him. He hurriedly added:

"When I heard their conversation, my heart sank to the bottom, and the fear that made me tremble uncontrollably almost drove me to the brink of collapse.

However, I knew I absolutely couldn't show it. If they found out I had overheard their plan, they might kill me in advance. Although it sounds unbelievable, how could they dare to kill someone in the dormitory, but that feeling didn't lie to me. They really would, they really would dismember me.

At that moment, I clenched my teeth tightly, trying to control my trembling legs, and then, pretending to turn over in my sleep, I faced them.

They might have been afraid of waking me up, so they didn't continue talking after that.

Thus, I spent the entire night in indescribable panic."

"Didn't you think about reporting it to the police? I mean, since that dream was so real, and you knew they might kill you, why didn't you report it? Or at least go home to avoid the immediate danger?"

Xia Tianqi pressed the half-smoked cigarette between his fingers and looked at Li Changye, expressing his confusion.

"Because I thought it was just a dream. If you were in a dream and faced a crisis, would you think of reporting it to the police? Or would you think that calling the police would be of any use?"

Faced with Li Changye's counter-question, Xia Tianqi laughed awkwardly and then shook his head:

"Yes, if it were me, I might not have done that either. After all, no matter how real a dream seems, it's still an illusion in your mind."

"So I didn't choose to run home or report it to the police. Instead, I decided to fight back. If they were going to kill me, I would kill them first."

Li Changye suddenly laughed bitterly, his face twisted with a grimace:

"I overheard their conversation, so I knew exactly where they had hidden the knife. As long as I stole their knife, they couldn't do anything to me.

I decided to act against them at night."

Li Changye continued to laugh, his smile filled with a sinister aura, making Xia Tianqi feel a bit uneasy.

Xia Tianqi had looked up information on delusional disorder before.

Delusional disorder, also known as delusional disorder, is a psychiatric diagnosis that refers to "holding one or more non-bizarre delusions, while not exhibiting any other psychotic symptoms."

Patients with delusional disorder do not have a history of schizophrenia and do not experience significant hallucinations. However, depending on the specific type, they may experience tactile or olfactory hallucinations. Despite these hallucinations, people with delusional disorder are usually functional and do not exhibit bizarre behavior.

Clearly, Li Changye's symptoms did not fully fit the criteria for delusional disorder. He had experienced severe hallucinations and exhibited very strange behavior.

It was more like a combination of schizophrenia and persecutory delusional disorder.

Li Changye didn't know what Xia Tianqi was thinking, so he continued with his grim expression:

"From my experience a few days ago, I knew they didn't dare to confront me face-to-face. So when night came, I acted as if I was on a high, staying in the dormitory and watching their every move.

Seeing that I had no intention of going to sleep, Cao Jinhai urged me several times, and Yang Shucheng even got angry with me, but I still refused to sleep.

I knew very well what they were going to do while I was sleeping, and I wouldn't let them succeed.

So, they saw that I wasn't going to sleep and pretended to go to bed. But I wasn't fooled and stayed on the ground, refusing to go up.

After about two hours, Cao Jinhai, unable to pretend anymore, got out of bed and left the dormitory. Seeing this, I felt my chance to strike back had come, so I held the knife I had stolen from them and stabbed the still pretending Yang Shucheng fiercely..."

By this point, Xia Tianqi was already restless and couldn't help but interrupt:

"Shucheng was killed by you, right?"

It was already clear that Li Changye had recently developed a mental issue, mistaking Yang Shucheng and Cao Jinhai for wanting to kill him, and thus killed Yang Shucheng last night.

"No, I didn't kill Shucheng, I didn't..."

Li Changye screamed in anguish.

"Then tell me, why did you say you killed Shucheng in a dream, but in reality, Shucheng was also killed by you?"

If possible, he wouldn't want Li Changye to be the murderer.

"That's why I asked you at the beginning, do you believe there are two of you in this world?

Or, perhaps, the world we live in has two identical versions."

"Two worlds, two selves?"

"Yes, I can swear, I definitely killed the Shucheng in the dream, the Yang Shucheng who wanted to kill me. When I stabbed him with the knife, my consciousness gradually became blurred. When I came to my senses again, I found myself sitting helplessly by the bed, and opposite me was Shucheng's disfigured corpse.

But that wasn't me, because even in the dream, I only stabbed Shucheng once.

Someone must have framed me, the me from the other world, it must be, I can enter his world, and he can also enter mine..."

"Tianqi, you must save me, I am being framed..."

Li Changye was taken away by the police. As he was being led away, the grim expression on his face and his desperate plea seemed to belong to a different person, as if there was another Li Changye living inside him.

He was evil, cruel, the murderer who killed Yang Shucheng.

But no matter what, the fingerprints, evidence, and physical proof at the scene all pointed to him as the murderer.

Feeling extremely depressed, Xia Tianqi walked out of the detention center, looked up at the sky, and felt that the whole world had turned into a hopeless gray.

If there were no "ifs," he wouldn't have believed that the usually optimistic Li Changye could have a mental issue, or that a group of people who were like brothers would turn on each other with knives.

Perhaps that's how people are; some things you don't believe until you experience them yourself.

Or perhaps that's how the world works, turning the possible into the impossible, and the impossible into the possible.

Just like him, if he had thought about it a year ago, he would never have imagined he would end up working for such a company.

"Ah."

Xia Tianqi sighed sadly, then got back in his car and returned to the police station, wanting to ask some more questions.

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