Chapter 487 - 371: I Am a Good Person (3)
"Doctor Wen, what is the meaning of this?"
Among those who hadn’t been called over, someone who recognized Wen Ying couldn’t help but ask, thoroughly dissatisfied.
He proceeded to enlighten those who didn’t know Wen Ying about Doctor Wen’s past deeds.
Isn’t she supposed to be a good person? A psychologist?
Hasn’t she helped so many people before?
"Don’t get your hopes up. That Doctor Wen isn’t going to bother with you!" The previously vanished Xue’er appeared out of nowhere, standing beside the group and sneering.
"Who are you?"
"It doesn’t matter who I am. All you need to know is that the ’powerful’ Doctor Wen you all look up to couldn’t care less whether you live or die. Don’t you get it yet? She only chose to protect those few people she called over!"
"Why?"
Hearing this, Xue’er looked at them with amusement. "Do you think you’re good people? Or even just ordinary people who’ve never hurt anyone?"
"Still don’t get it? She won’t protect anyone who has done evil."
At Xue’er’s words, the expressions on their faces changed.
They didn’t even know each other, so how could anyone possibly know they had done evil?
"This isn’t fair! I’ve never hurt anyone! Doctor Wen, you’re supposed to protect me!"
The speaker was a scrawny young man with dark skin and a pair of eyes that resembled a snake’s. Standing at 1.75 meters, he had no imposing presence, but his attitude was utterly resolute as he spoke.
The others fell silent, watching the scene unfold. ’How does this Doctor Wen judge who is good and who is evil?’
’Maybe they could take advantage of the confusion and get through as well?’
’They’d run into such a powerful figure; they had to latch onto her!’
Wen Ying looked at the speaker. "Feng Niu? You say you’ve never hurt anyone? Have you been lying to yourself for so long that you’ve actually started to believe you’re a good person?"
The dark-skinned, scrawny Feng Niu didn’t understand what Doctor Wen meant. ’But I haven’t hurt anyone!’
’How was I lying to myself?’
He refused to believe that Doctor Wen could fabricate some story to frame him.
"I’ve never hurt anyone. This is slander! None of my neighbors would ever say a bad word about me! I do good deeds every year. Things like helping old ladies cross the street? I do that hundreds of times a year! And there are other things I do to help people, things I don’t even talk about, but no one—no one—says I’m a bad person! I’m widely recognized as a warm-hearted, model citizen!"
Feng Niu’s attitude was resolute. He was a good person, and he was the kind of person who deserved to survive this mist.
Seeing Feng Niu’s unwavering conviction, the others were somewhat puzzled.
’Could he really be such a model citizen?’
Feng Niu’s gaze was steady, his expression firm. He stared at Wen Ying, waiting for her to apologize.
But unexpectedly, the psychologist suddenly broke into laughter.
"A good person? Aren’t you just atoning for your sins? Have you already forgotten what you did twenty years ago? People say we’re all born as blank, pure white pages, but some are born evil. You killed your neighbor’s little girl, so tiny, just because you liked her ’tender skin.’ And when you pushed that boy, the one prettier than you, off a cliff? You thought everyone should only like you. Just how many lives do you have on your conscience? Have you truly forgotten all of it during these years of so-called atonement?"
"That year you started having nightmares... what happened? You know perfectly well, don’t you?"
Upon hearing Wen Ying’s words, the once-resolute Feng Niu felt a strange shift. Images began to flash in his mind.
The images grew clearer, bit by bit.
A person who looked just like him, with a little girl...
And then, at the edge of a cliff...
The events felt so real, as if he had lived them himself. He couldn’t stop himself from stumbling backward and collapsing onto the floor, his forehead beaded with cold sweat.
"No, no, no! I didn’t do those things! It’s all fake! You’re slandering me! I’m a good person!"
When the others heard about the things he had allegedly done, they silently backed away from him.
Wen Ying looked down at him. "You’re a good person? Then tell me, what do you do every year on the fifteenth day of the sixth lunar month?"
BOOM!
It was as if the man’s head had exploded. The pain was so excruciating he wished for death.
Every year, on the fifteenth of the sixth month, he... he... he...
THUD!
The man collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing as blood began to pour from his seven orifices.