My Identity Becomes Increasingly Abnormal

"Ah...you're pretty badass."

Instantly losing the desire to talk to the other person, Chen Yu turned his head to the television, waiting for the local news program to replay.

But the short criminal continued to babble, "Both are crimes, but rape is the most despised in prison and you'll definitely get beaten up. Right, young man?"

Chen Yu: "Yes, yes, yes."

"Do you regret it?" The short criminal lectured his companion, "Will you dare to do it again in the future?"

"I won't dare." The companion criminal trembled.

"Do you know fear now? What happened to your arrogance before?" The short criminal was smug, looking at the duty officer, "Comrade, aren't rapists at the bottom of the prison hierarchy?"

The duty officer had no expression, took a sip of tea and said, "They're all prisoners, why differentiate between them? Whether they get bullied or not inside has nothing to do with what crime they committed."

"You're still inexperienced, comrade." The short criminal clicked his tongue, "You've obviously never been locked up."

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The duty officer: "..."

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, the short criminal continued to speak in slang for a while before shutting up.

Chen Yu was finally able to watch TV quietly.

About half an hour later, the noon program began to broadcast. He successfully saw himself on the screen.

This made him nervous.

The local TV station's director actually made material about him into "Approaching Science"!

"Why is a teenage boy involved in a murder case?"

"Is future tragic death unchangeable?"

"Is all of this fate's arrangement? Or is it the loss of humanity? Or is it self-directed and self-acted?"

"Duang!" (Chen Yu's close-up, accompanied by drumming, the picture in black and white.)

"The two words 'dead body,' simple and straightforward, are like an unshakable curse, making the boy unable to break free. Making the police helpless..."

"Can experienced and responsible police officers save this innocent and vibrant life from the hands of the Grim Reaper?"

"All of this is in Qing City TV's special noon news program - 'Death by Destiny'..."

Chen Yu: "..."

Chen Yu: "Fing hell."

"Oh my god?" The short criminal squatting beside him was surprised, pointing at the TV, "The person inside looks just like you?!"

Chen Yu: "..."

After a moment of silence, Chen Yu fell into thought, his brow furrowed.

An idiot who had never met him before could recognize him. Then how did his mother overlook this point...

...

In the blink of an eye, one night passed.

The next morning, the "highly praised chief psychiatrist" arrived at the police station early to treat Chen Yu for "mental illness."

"Ah..."

In the interrogation room, Chen Yu yawned, still sleepy.

Sitting opposite the psychiatrist, neither of them spoke.

But as time passed by, Chen Yu's lack of composure gradually awakened and he became restless.

Originally, he was planning to just lie down and let the police mess around with him. After a few days, when his "appellation" changed, he would leave quickly. But the psychiatrist's expression of concern for "mental patients" made him very annoyed and he couldn't help but speak up, "You said I have mania, do you have evidence for that?"

"Ah." The psychiatrist scratched his chin, "If you want evidence, there wasn't any before, but now there is."

Chen Yu: "..."After a moment of silence, Chen Yu patiently explained to the other party how he was locked up in the police station, how he had a tube inserted into him for a day at the hospital, and how he was reported as "entertainment" by the TV station, and that it was impossible for him to remain calm emotionally.

The psychologist nodded continuously, expressing agreement and understanding. His pen also continued to write and draw.

After about twenty minutes, Chen Yu was dry-mouthed and said he was tired and had finished speaking. He peeked at the notes the psychologist had taken and found that the diagnosis he had been given was still "mania", and it was even "severe mania". He exploded in anger, saying "Fing Hell..."

"Calm down, Mr. Chen." The psychologist suddenly stood up and solemnly took out his pocket watch.

The pocket watch was silver-white all over, with a gold chain, and was very exquisite and beautiful.

Chen Yu suddenly became alert, "Are you going to hypnotize me?"

"No." The psychologist opened the pocket watch and looked at the time, "I just wound it. Do you want to add an hour?"

"Get lost." Chen Yu said.

"Okay." The psychologist nodded.

Watching the other person leave, Chen Yu sat on the regret chair, deeply sighed, and rubbed his face.

He understood.

To him, whether he had "mania" or not was not important.

But to the psychologist, it was important that he had "mania". This way, the psychologist could earn money from the police station day after day.

So according to this logic, the police station and the TV station should also think the same way...

It's just that their goals are different.

"..."

"..."

"Wait a minute, if that's the case..."

Chen Yu suddenly looked up, and a sense of crisis surged in his heart.

"Creak..."

The door of the interrogation room was pushed open.

The policewoman stuck half of her head out and observed Chen Yu for a few moments, saying, "Um, the hospital contacted us this morning and said that when the doctors consulted your medical report, they found some problems. They suspect you may have a rare disease."

"..." Chen Yu asked back, "So, I have to undergo a whole day of physical examination again, right?"

"Uh...yes, in addition to that, there are also two small minimally invasive surgeries." The policewoman cautiously said, "Painless, very fast, and the bureau leaders have agreed."

"Have I agreed? Fing Hell, are you guys trying to fleece me alone?!" Chen Yu was furious, slapped the table, and shouted, "Let me out! I want to go home!"

...

"Are you still going home?"

In the afternoon of the same day, in the operating room of the Second People's Hospital of Qing City.

The dean, who held the title of "Doctoral Supervisor of Medical University; Authority Expert; National Academician; Vice President of the Second People's Hospital of Qing City", held a syringe filled with sedative and said gently to Chen Yu.

"No, I'm not going back." Chen Yu smiled and lay quietly on the operating table, "You can put down the anesthetic first."

"Okay." The dean put down the sedative and explained to Chen Yu patiently, "Don't be too nervous, young man. For your health, we just need to take a little tissue for pathological examination. We need to rule out any possibility of illness."

"Okay, I'll believe whatever you say." Chen Yu restrained his smile, "Anyway, I want to watch your operation soberly. Don't play any tricks."

"Okay." The dean suppressed his joy and, with the help of his assistant, checked the surgical gown and sterile gloves on his body, "Young man, have you heard a saying? Scars are the most important merit for men. Where do you want to leave this 'merit'?"

"On my foreskin, is that okay?" Chen Yu asked.

The dean: "..."All the doctors in the operating room: "..."@@novelbin@@

Dean: "...Alright."

Chen Yu: "Leave a deeper scar."

Dean: "No problem."

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