His Vengeful Ex-Wife

At this time, the data on the computer detector suddenly changed dramatically. Through the thin night of the glass, she could see the consciousness in her brain. It seemed that she had a moment's soberness, and was suddenly washed out by this problem.

Hate

Tang poetry is like falling into a darkness, surrounded by a voice over and over again to ask her.

"Do you have anyone you hate or hate?"

Hate Tang Shi stretched out her hands to her, but it was so dark that she couldn't even see where her hands were.

Does she have anyone to hate?

A face in my mind, those lost memories ready to move again, originally blocked their consciousness simply can't control them. The next second, like a moonlight treasure box suddenly opened, those memories rush into the mind of Tang poetry minute by minute. Blood, wound, pain, betrayal, she covered her ears, ears are full of memories of the wail, sharp, howling, black and blue.

Why Why explore my past

Why cut off my heavy camouflage

Why should I remember

Don't Don't come here, don't get close to Help me Help

Tang poetry is like a newborn in the dark. She cries over and over again, deep in the center of thinking consciousness. She hugged her brain, brain pain, like experienced a disaster, Tang poetry whimper, loss of language ability, only instinctive roar.

"Hate..."

Hate to the depth of who is

Face by face, Tang poetry's mind, her whole body is twitching, but from the perspective of real life, Bo Ye's Tang poetry in their eyes is just a silent sleep, all her pain just now is her inner self. Subconscious in fierce struggle, but she, or just so quietly back in a chair, the whole body is full of catheter and line, with the sound of the machine running, her eyelids tremble - however, still did not wake up.

Doctor Hu was relieved. It seems that the question just now touched the core of Tang poetry's inner pain.

They continued to hypnotize, and then the low voice still hit the eardrum of Tang poetry.

"Who do you hate?"

In the dark, Tang poetry ran wildly, fell and climbed up. She covered her ears, but with the roaring wind, those memories engulfed her. Tang poetry roared helplessly and asked for help, "I don't want to listen I don't want to see Don't let me remember, I don't want to know! "

"Who do you hate?"

Hate? She hates the world, even herself!

Her failure, her weakness, her No courage to die!

Tang poetry embraces herself. Depression turns all her anger into self blame. She falls into a deep sense of self disgust and feels that the world is out of place with her. Everyone tries their best to make her die.

It's her fault. It's that she shouldn't live. It's good that she should die. It's good that she doesn't exist

"Who do you hate?"

Who Who turned her into a monster?

At that time, everyone in the room saw the woman who had been deeply hypnotized and would not struggle. Suddenly, her eyelids trembled. Everyone thought that her brain was too active. When she woke up, she found that it was not.

She was hypnotized, but when she was mentioned who she hated, she left two tears, silent tears. The pain can't be covered up by hypnosis

She murmured, "I Hate thin night.... "