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As Zhang Mingda reached the door, he suddenly turned around with a strange smile on his face and said to Guo Yi, "I am not the only one in this world creating 'Psychological Chambers' for murder; you are too."
During their earlier conversation, the translator had been fully focused, diligently conveying each sentence accurately.
At that moment, upon hearing Zhang Mingda's words, he instinctively translated them into Thai out of professional habit.
The crowd erupted in a flurry of whispers, their faces filled with shock and confusion.
Seeing that his words had made an impact, Zhang Mingda felt a surge of pride and declared loudly, "Translator, translate my next words verbatim into Thai."
Zhang Mingda continued, "Do you all remember the sensational 'Psychological Demon' case from ten years ago? Ten years ago, a woman named Ping died. Although the police officially ruled it a suicide, they actually suspected that Ping's psychologist was behind it.
Unfortunately, there was no solid evidence, and they could only watch as this person escaped justice.
This psychologist is the 'Psychological Demon,' and this demon is our current hero—Guo Yi."
The translator was taken aback, his eyes wide with disbelief as he looked at Guo Yi, nearly dropping his pen.
Zhang Mingda continued smugly, "Ping was someone who had just started practicing Buddhism. A person who has taken refuge in Buddhism would not easily commit suicide."
"We have no evidence," a police officer who had handcuffed Zhang Mingda whispered, trying to urge him to stop speaking recklessly.
"Yes, it's a pity there is no evidence. Ping committed suicide in a closed room; it was also a locked room. However, we only saw the physical locked room where she died but did not see the Psychological Chamber that Guo Yi built for her.
Thailand is a place where money can get things done. I spent money to find Guo Yi's former assistant. She had secretly set up a recording device in Guo Yi's office to learn his diagnostic techniques."
This is called the mantis catching the cicada, with the yellow sparrow behind. Later, you discovered the recorder and dismissed that assistant.
She only recorded the earlier part of your treatment of Ping. You ordered her to destroy the tape in front of you, but she secretly made a backup copy. She kept those tapes safe. I bought the tapes from her at a high price and sent them to a professional psychologist for analysis.
They said that you indeed had the suspicion of inducing Ping's suicide through your treatment. However, it was not enough to serve as conclusive evidence.
You were fortunate; with your psychological therapy, you built a 'Psychological Chamber' for Ping to commit suicide in, yet you still managed to evade justice.
In this regard, I am not as good as you, and I must pay my respects." At this point, Zhang Mingda wore a hint of a mocking smile, gently nodding at Guo Yi before walking away with a somewhat heavy step.
"Wait!" Guo Yi called out loudly, his voice carrying a hint of determination.
Zhang Mingda stopped in his tracks and slowly turned around.
Guo Yi said, "This matter has been bottled up in my heart for ten years. For ten years, I've been tormented by nightmares; it’s time to put an end to it. Yes, I did build a Psychological Chamber for Ping. When she came to me for treatment, I performed Hypnosis on her.
During the hypnosis, Ping recounted her experiences of trafficking women abroad for prostitution. I was shocked and furious at the time, and fueled by youthful arrogance, I began to induce her to give up her life as a way to end her sins.
Later on, under my treatment, her mental state became increasingly dependent on me, and her nerves were fragile beyond repair. During my sessions of hypnosis with her, I collected some names of the women she had trafficked. I compiled these names into a list along with their trafficking dates and amounts and secretly tucked it into the Buddhist Scripture she often read.
In doing so, I pulled away her last straw of mental support. That night, she committed suicide by cutting her wrists.
"All these years, my escape from Bangkok was not to avoid society's condemnation of me as a 'Psychological Demon,' but rather to escape from myself. Because I later understood that Ping sought my help because she had begun to awaken and regret."
As someone who understands human psychology deeply, a person she trusted, I did not lend her a hand; instead, I pushed her toward the abyss.
This is a mistake I can never atone for in my lifetime.
The Thai believe that "ghosts" can ride on your shoulders, following you forever. The injustice towards Ping is the "ghost" that haunts me.
After saying this, Guo Yi slowly rubbed his neck, as if trying to shed the heavy burden he had carried for years. He let out a long sigh and said, "This is the first time in ten years that I feel my neck is no longer sore."
At the same time, everyone present seemed to be affected by some unseen force, instinctively touching their own necks, as if reflecting on the dark corners of their hearts.
Evil thoughts are the Ghost Qi within us.
More terrifying than building a physical chamber is constructing an invisible Psychological Chamber.
Two Psychological Chambers, separated by ten years, were shattered on the same day.
Not long after, on that very same day, Guo Yi was tried in Thailand while Zhang Mingda faced legal judgment in China.
The difference was stark: Zhang Mingda wore a face of despair, his eyes hollow as if he had lost all hope; whereas Guo Yi appeared calm and composed, as if he had finally lifted the massive stone that had weighed on his heart for years.
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