Super True Crime Story

Super Brain Project 2

In the next few days, Xiao Li and I were assigned to two groups. Xiao Li's group was busy like a spinning top. They were responsible for receiving the relatives of these people and listening to them again about various things that might be related to the case before these people disappeared, and then checking and comparing them to find clues.

My group was relatively relaxed. We were mainly responsible for staying in the hospital and dealing with 46 mentally retarded people who only had the instinct to survive. When Xiao Li called to complain that they were too tired and we were too relaxed, we smiled bitterly in the rows of dull eyes. I said to Xiao Li: "We are relaxed in body, but heavy in soul."

There was no communication with these people. They only had the instinct to eat, drink, defecate and urinate, and they would not even take off their pants. From these expressionless faces, it is hard to imagine that they still had a colorful inner world last year. The results of the doctor's examination of them came out soon. Except for the abdominal discomfort caused by not eating two or three meals and then eating a full meal, their bodies were all healthy. However, when examining their brains, the doctor found that their brains showed different areas and degrees of atrophy. The brain waves show that there is a certain band of missing waves, but the missing bands are different for each person.

"This is a bit like Alzheimer's disease," the doctor said with some embarrassment, "but it is much more serious than that, and..." He looked at these people hesitantly, considering his words.

"And what?" I asked.

"Other physical examinations did not find anything, but several trace elements were found to be seriously exceeded." He said cautiously.

"What trace elements?" I asked, "What does this mean?"

He named several trace elements and then said: "These trace elements are not essential for the human body, but under certain specific circumstances, the body will need a lot of these elements."

"Please tell me in detail." I listened carefully, maybe this is the reason why these normal people lost their intelligence.

"These elements are the raw materials necessary for the synthesis of an enzyme, which we call a directional regulatory enzyme. It is a substance necessary for the rapid growth and repair of special functional parts of certain organisms... Let's put it this way, for example, a dog's nose is extremely sensitive. During the growth period of a dog's nose, or when it is damaged and needs to be repaired, a large amount of directional regulatory enzymes will be produced in the dog's body to restore the special function of the dog's nose." "In other words, this enzyme is a substance produced to meet certain special functions of organisms?" I asked. "Yes." He nodded. "So what special functions do they have?" I pointed at those who seemed to have no basic functions and asked. The doctor smiled bitterly and shook his head: "This is what I can't figure out." "If the content of these elements in the body is too high, will it cause intellectual impairment?" I asked again. "No," he said, "it may cause endocrine disorders, cell cancer, intellectual impairment... Maybe it will have some impact on the nervous system, but it is impossible to cause such severe intellectual impairment." "What else did you find?" I asked. He spread his hands helplessly. I sighed. "Oh, and..." he suddenly spoke again. I quickly stared at him intently.

"Look at their arms," ​​he grabbed the arm of a patient, rolled up his sleeves, and rolled them up to above his elbows. Without further explanation, I could already see that the exposed elbows were covered with dense needle holes.

"What was injected?" I grabbed the arms of several other people in shock and looked at them. The same dense needle holes were densely distributed in the elbows of their two arms.

"I don't know, but the content of that element near these needle holes is much higher than other parts of the body." The doctor said, "So..."

"So those elements were injected from these needle holes." I said.

He nodded.

I was speechless for a moment, looking at their pale, puffy and pale faces, their dull eyes were empty and lightless, and the vivid photos of them before they disappeared appeared in my mind, and sadness and anger rose in my heart.

No matter who did what to them for what purpose, those people violated the bottom line of humanity.

Although the hospital came to a conclusion, there was no further progress. Xiao Li made a new discovery. Most of the cases were exactly the same as the materials registered when these people went missing, and there was nothing new. However, through questioning the family members, Xiao Li found that they had been restless for a few days before the trip, and the decision to travel came very suddenly. A considerable number of people suddenly asked for leave to travel at a critical moment in work and study. Before the trip, they all withdrew cash from their homes that far exceeded the needs of the trip. All this shows that they were brewing something before the trip, that is, the purpose of this trip was not just as simple as traveling. On this point, everyone was consistent. In this regard, they were in an active state, not coerced during the trip as everyone had guessed. Therefore, the possibility of them being deceived is much greater than the possibility of being coerced.

If they were deceived, then there was a certain degree of initiative in the destination of the trip. Xiao Li and his team believe that such a large number of people were killed and hidden for a year. Perhaps there are more people we don't know who are hidden by the other party. So they must need a fixed, hidden place that can accommodate so many people. Dispersed, mobile places are neither safe nor convenient for such a large operation. On the surface, there is no clue about where this place is. The 46 people are from all over the country, with different disappearance times and different travel destinations before disappearance. On the surface, it seems difficult to find them. However, Xiao Li believes that since their travel destinations are different, it can be confirmed that their travel destinations do not point to that place. They have a certain initiative in choosing travel destinations, different travel purposes, and their ultimate goal is to go to the same place. So when they choose travel destinations, or those who secretly manipulate them, when choosing travel destinations for them, they should consider places close to the final destination as their travel destinations. This is more beneficial to criminals in terms of safety and convenience.

From this perspective, Xiao Li and his team drew a map based on each person's departure point and travel destination, and then analyzed the possible location of the final destination. Finally, it was determined that the place where the victims were housed should be in the hinterland of a primeval forest in the south.

When Xiao Li and his team finished talking with the family members and conducting analysis, the family members of the victims also rushed to the hospital one after another. After a year of hard searching, they finally found their family members in this state, and the hospital was suddenly filled with grief. The victims who had lost their intelligence had a wooden expression and had no reaction to anything happening in the outside world. They let their relatives shake their bodies and only stuffed their mouths with food they brought... This situation was really unbearable for their loved ones, and many people fainted out of grief. Although I and the people in the group couldn't bear to watch it, we still had to observe and pay attention to the reactions of these victims - their reaction was no reaction.

Among these grieving family members, there was a girl who was very eye-catching. She and two middle-aged people sat next to a male victim, who was about 20 years old and had delicate eyebrows. The middle-aged couple were probably the victim's parents. The woman kept stroking the boy's face and body with her hands, tears streaming down her chin, wetting a large area of ​​her clothes on her chest. The boy's father held one of his son's hands and sighed continuously. The girl seemed very calm. She sat opposite the boy, holding a collection of poems and reading them non-stop. I didn't know what was going on. My colleague told me that the girl was the boy's college classmate, and the collection of poems was the love poems the boy wrote to the girl. I listened to a few sentences from the side. The love poems were written very ordinary, but the girl read them with great emotion. She said a few words to the boy after reading each poem, but the boy never responded. I watched for a while, turned around and wanted to leave, but I saw that the girl seemed to have suddenly collapsed. She collected the poems, threw herself on the boy and shook him desperately, asking him to wake up. Of course, this had no effect. I went forward to pull her away, but she hugged the boy and whispered: "Ten years of life and death, we are separated..." After she said this, a slightly hoarse voice followed and said: "...If I don't think about it, I can't forget it..."

I didn't react to who said it for a while, I just saw that the girl and the boy's parents were all stunned. Looking again, the people around also showed expressions of surprise and joy. The voice continued to read: "...Even if we meet, we should not recognize each other..."

This time I was also stunned.

It turned out to be the boy.

The boy recited the poem in full in the spotlight. When he recited, his empty and dull eyes flashed with strange spirits, as if the lost soul suddenly returned to this body. However, as the last sentence fell, the soul that had just returned disappeared from his eyes again, and he returned to a state of wooden dullness and ignorance of the outside world. He did not respond at all when the three people shook him and called him. But his action just now seemed to have awakened the others, and everyone began to recite poems to their relatives who had been killed. For a while, all kinds of poems filled the scene.

But no one else responded, only the boy, after hearing a poem or a word, immediately recited the next sentence, and recited one sentence after another, with a gleam of light in his eyes. Poetry is obviously a bridge to communicate with his heart. Although he still did not respond to the calls of his parents and lovers when he recited these poems, it was a good start anyway. We and the doctor carefully observed on the side, hoping that things would develop in a good direction.

However, it didn't take long for the situation to become a little out of control.

There were too many people reciting poems at the scene. At first, they controlled themselves and just whispered. Later, because the person they expected to respond did not respond to it, they could not help but raise their voices. At the beginning, the boy who was reciting poetry could continue reciting other people's poems, but every time he heard a new line of poetry, he would pause, put down the poem he was reciting, and then continue reciting the new line... When everyone's voices of reciting poetry were generally not loud, the poems he could hear were limited. This situation happened occasionally and did not make us feel that there was anything unusual. However, as the voices of people reciting poems increased, more and more poems entered the boy's ears, and he began to pause while reciting poems. Often, after reciting the first few words of a poem, he would soon hear someone reciting another poem, so he would pause, shift his attention to another poem, and continue reciting the next poem... As the density of poems increased, his pauses became more and more frequent. At this time, a nervous expression began to appear on his face - this was the only expression on his face so far - in the end, after he paused, he had no time to react, and a new poem entered his ears. He had to pause again and prepare to continue reciting the new poem, but at this time, another new poem was transmitted to his ears... He kept pausing like this, with his mouth open, a nervous face, and he wanted to say something but couldn't.

We also looked at him nervously, and his parents looked at the doctor inquiringly. The doctor made a gesture, indicating that we should not disturb him.

As his expression became more and more nervous, more and more poems interfered with him. Finally, his face wrinkled into a ball, and he covered his ears and began to howl loudly.

Once he started howling, he couldn't stop. We helped the doctor take him to a quiet single room, where there was no interference from other people reciting poems, but he still howled, his eyes bulged out, and his expression was extremely nervous. The doctor gave him acupuncture and massage, and injected him with sedatives to calm him down, but none of these worked. After the howling continued for more than ten minutes, blood began to flow out of his nose, eyes, and ears. The doctor opened the door and shouted, "Rescue!" When he turned around, the boy had already fallen softly to the ground.

He died just like that.

We didn't see the grief of the deceased's family. When examining the body of the deceased, the doctor found that he died of a ruptured cerebral blood vessel, resulting in massive intracranial hemorrhage.

"Previous examinations did not find any pathological changes in his blood vessels," the doctor said thoughtfully, "it shouldn't have happened..."