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The audio recording finished playing, and the doctor looked intently at Li Ang, saying, "After that treatment, Dr. Weimen Yuren suspected that Fushin Hirahara suffered from multiple personality disorder.

In fact, modern Japanese people have psychological problems to some extent.

Fushin Hirahara is usually kind and helpful, and neighbors and colleagues consider him a reliable and good person, without any aggressiveness.

Weimen Yuren combined medication and psychological counseling to provide long-term guidance and treatment to Fushin Hirahara, alleviating his condition. In his later diaries, you can see that his mental state became increasingly stable."

Li Ang looked down at the diary. Indeed, as the doctor said,

Fushin Hirahara's diary entries after 2013 had clear and neat handwriting, and a peaceful tone.

He simply stated that after each migraine, he often found himself in other places, such as shrines, at home, or on the roadside.

His family was very concerned about him, and his daughter, worried about her father's condition, had a much better relationship with him.

Moreover, the frequency of his migraines was decreasing.

In addition to recording noteworthy events each week, Fushin Hirahara would occasionally write poetry, only a stanza or two each time, from April 2014 to May 10, 2019, the day before Fushin Hirahara annihilated his family.

The poems read:

The birthplace of purple pigment,

A thief elegantly walks, wielding a golden staff entwined with twin snakes,

The white moon goddess Diana rises in the night sky,

Signaling the sorrowful death of the father of the Constantine Dynasty

Nine Muses offer flowers for him.

The first king, wearing the southernmost crown of the Aegean Sea,

Envious of the hero who stole the Golden Fleece, determined to embark on his own adventure,

Giving gold coins to the ferryman of the River Styx,

Giving the wooden horse to the ignorant Trojans,

Mediating the struggle between the charioteer and the bear,

Defeating the man-eating Minotaur monster,

A six-winged living creature covered in eyes inside and out sings "Holy" day and night

He who holds the flaming sword defines the territory,

In the earthly holy city

The mother of all sins

Turns mortals into chariots of the gods

And leads the clan across the river,

First giving birth to a child, red and hairy

Praying for the help of God

Eventually ascending to be an angel bearing a long spear

Yet inviting revenge upon the world of light

My Lord, I hope all this is worth it.

Li Ang frowned, reading the poems back and forth several times, and sighed deeply, closing the diary, "I can't understand any of it. What terrible poems."

"Fushin Hirahara is not very skilled in artistic aesthetics and poetry creation."

The doctor nodded and said, "Although the diary doesn't describe it much,

in the real world, Fushin Miyako still often behaved strangely,

going to Fushin Hirahara's company many times, making loud noises, claiming that he was the murderer who killed Shion, Hidetora, and her father, and that she would use the power of the Yihime deity to curse him, making Fushin Hirahara very embarrassed and pained.

We believe that it was his mother's madness that exacerbated Fushin Hirahara's schizophrenia,

on one side, the rationality and peace of a long peaceful life,

on the other side, the hatred and disgust brought about by painful memories.

Ultimately leading to his complete derangement."

"Is that so..."

Li Ang leaned forward and squinted his eyes, saying, "Doctor, do you really believe that what Fushin Miyako said is true?

That Fushin Hirahara killed Shion, Hidetora, and his father,

and that Fushin Miyako can curse Fushin Hirahara through mumbo-jumbo rituals?"

The middle-aged police inspector frowned and shouted, "Supernatural powers? Don't be stupid! Do you think we're filming some second-rate drama?

If you still can't provide us with useful information, I'll have the doctor inject you with medication."

"Haha, just kidding, just kidding."

Li Ang raised his hands to signal relaxation, then his face changed, and he asked seriously, "So, doctor, do you think that the one who committed the family annihilation case was Fushin Hirahara himself, or a certain personality within him?"

"This..."

The doctor showed a hesitant expression on his face, "I'm not very sure..."

"Is that so."

Li Ang smiled and said, "Okay, I've collected all the information I need."

The police inspector stood up from his chair with a "thump," "Do you know the whereabouts of Weimen Shion?"

"I don't know yet."

Li Ang shook his head, raised his arm, and looked at the doctor, saying, "Doctor, can you inject me with another dose of the drug? The one you injected into my arm before."

"Hmm?"

The doctor was stunned when he heard this, "Do you know that after I inject the drug, you may fall into a deep sleep, and another personality will take over?"

"I know."

Li Ang nodded calmly, "But only by returning to Fushin Hirahara's memories can I find the final truth."

The doctor seemed to be moved by Li Ang's determination, and pursed his lips, opened the metal box next to him, took out a disposable syringe, and a vial of injectable solution containing a light yellow liquid,

stood up, came to Li Ang, and helped him roll up the sleeve of his right arm.

The next second, Li Ang's thumbs dislocated and snapped on the armrest of the chair with a "crack," instantly freeing himself from the handcuffs,

with his right hand, he pulled the doctor in front of him, and used his right arm to hold his neck.

*Pa*,

The vial of injectable solution in the doctor's hand fell to the ground, shattering into glass shards.

"What are you doing?!"

The incident happened suddenly, and the police inspector stood up from his chair without hesitation, drew a pistol from his holster, released the safety, and pointed the dark muzzle at Li Ang, "Put him down! You madman!"

"Such clever Japanese people, such beautiful Japanese words."

Li Ang praised,

holding the psychiatrist, slowly and leisurely kneaded his dislocated thumbs back into place, hid his head behind the doctor, and looked at the police inspector with a smile,

"Forgot to tell you, as one of Fushin Hirahara's personalities, I, Kawa-san, am known as Kawa-mon, and I am best at Wing Chun. Recently, a movie called *Kawa-mon 4: The Coffin War* was released,

and there are plans for *Kawa-mon 5: Reincarnation* and *Kawa-mon 6: Revenge* in the future.

Even though I am currently using Fushin Hirahara's body, I can still strangle his neck in the instant you pull the trigger."

Li Ang tightened his arm slightly, and the doctor, whose neck was strangled, immediately turned purplish-red, his eyes wide open, staring at the police inspector.

The middle-aged police inspector cursed the doctor, raised the muzzle of his gun, and pointed it at the ceiling. Li Ang also relaxed his arm, allowing the doctor to cough and breathe with difficulty.

"Why,"

the police inspector stared at Li Ang and asked, "Didn't you say you wanted to help us police find Weimen Shion?"

"Yes, I want to help the police find Weimen Shion."

Li Ang glanced at the interrogation room and said, "But you do not represent the Kōyama Prefecture Police,

and this place should not be the Kōyama Prefecture Police Headquarters.

Don't misunderstand, I don't regard this room, this interrogation, as a hallucination fabricated in my mind.

You, Police Inspector, and the doctor, are not the second or third personalities in my mind."

The police inspector frowned and said, "What do you mean by saying this..."

Li Ang sighed and said, "You all thought he was the madman Fushin Hirahara, thought he was weak, thought he was useless,

but there are reasons for all this madness. You think he's on the first floor, but he's actually on the fifth floor.

Beneath the mad exterior of multiple personality disorder, Fushin Hirahara is a very sober, very intelligent person.

He deeply recognizes his situation, once tried to save his family, but was weak and unable to stop them from heading towards destruction.

Long, long ago, he already had the will to die, and planned this murder and kidnapping case well in advance.

And what I'm doing is helping him finish the final wrapping-up work."