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"What's so interesting?" Minister Li asked.
Old Shao pointed to a page in the file and said, "This Jiang He has taken the police recruitment exam for five consecutive years, but our system does not accept him."
Minister Li took the file and examined it closely before explaining, "He hasn't passed a single written exam in five years. What kind of talent is that?"
Old Shao shook his head. "Look closely; his scores in the written part are actually very high. However, he has never passed the psychological test. This psychological test doesn't have right or wrong answers, but it can reveal a lot about a person."
The psychological test used in the police recruitment exam is the Minnesota Multiphasic Personality Inventory, which is widely applied and highly authoritative. Different cities may have different questions, but there are a total of five hundred sixty-six items on the test, with sixteen being repeated.
This set of questions can assess the psychological state of the test-taker. As long as they are normal individuals who understand the questions and answer truthfully, they should be able to pass. The options are simply "yes" or "no," or the respondent can choose not to answer a particular question.
After completing the test, a professional doctor analyzes the responses to evaluate whether the individual can serve as a police officer and ensure that no anti-social personality types are selected.
The results are divided into ten clinical scales and four validity scales.
In this test, Jiang He's scores on the S and Si scales were significantly high, far exceeding the standard. This indicates that Jiang He exhibits symptoms such as poor social skills, rapid associative thinking, emotional detachment, and bizarre behavior.
Jiang He was unaware that his answers concealed such information. If Wang Chao or Xu Yiman were to see this file, they would certainly understand why Jiang He behaves like an idiot in certain aspects.
"Complications of hyperthymesia?" Minister Li asked.
Old Shao closed the file and replied, "Even the best doctors in the world cannot fully understand what causes hyperthymesia or how it can be treated. Most cases develop later in life; some individuals suddenly find they can no longer forget anything after a certain point in time, while others suddenly discover they can forget things over time."
"This world is truly rich and colorful," Minister Li said with a shrug of his shoulders.
Old Shao spoke again, "Patients with Hyperthymesia do not assign weight to their memories. Ordinary people remember certain things because they deem them important, but for those with Hyperthymesia, memories lose that distinction. They remember everything clearly, whether it's mundane activities or the death of a family member."
Seemingly intrigued, Old Shao continued to elaborate, "In the end, they suffer greatly. For example, when faced with a case, they might think a particular detail is important and will recall it. Later on, they will remember that they recalled this detail before, and then they will remember that they remembered recalling it."
"What a mess," Li Minister scratched his head.
Old Shao chuckled lightly, "Just listening to me makes you dizzy; imagine how those who truly think about it must feel. They get trapped in a vicious cycle, unable to distinguish between what is real and what is a prison of their own memories. While I can't say if their brains are different from ours, psychologically speaking, they likely experience severe insomnia, obsessive-compulsive disorder, even phobias and hysteria."
"Maybe I understand why Jiang He is so obsessed with the case," Old Shao said seriously.
"Why?" Li Minister awaited Old Shao's explanation.
Old Shao slowly replied, "Because they cannot stop. They must seek new knowledge and new memories; otherwise, they have no way to prove their existence is real and not just a fragment of consciousness trapped in illusory memories."
"You psychologists always end up dragging philosophy into things," Li Minister remarked. "But here we have another oddball; the way oddballs think is different from us normal folks. If he becomes the second Wu Meng..."
At the mention of this matter, a hint of sorrow appeared on Old Shao's otherwise calm face. "I missed once; I won't make the same mistake again."
"Are you really planning to give it a try?" Li Minister pressed on.
Old Shao nodded earnestly, running his fingers through his hair. "There are only about seventy or eighty patients with Hyperthymesia worldwide—truly one in a million."
Li Minister gently placed his fist on Jiang He's file. After Old Shao's clouded explanation, he was even more puzzled about what Hyperthymesia truly was. However, at the same time, he genuinely wanted to meet this Jiang He.
At this moment, what was Jiang He doing?
A two-story villa in Dragon City was bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. This street was lined with such buildings, which had been around for some years and had become a part of Dragon City's scenery. The residents here were either long-time locals or wealthy outsiders.
Among these two types of people, there was one who stood out as completely out of place—Jiang He.
A few years ago, after the passing of a distant relative, this two-story villa became Jiang He's property, thanks to the fact that this relative had no children or even a spouse.
Jiang He could never forget the words spoken to him by his great-aunt on her deathbed, and he had no way to forget them.
Holding Jiang He's hand, his great-aunt spoke in front of many neighbors: "Child, I brought you here when you were six years old and raised you until you became an adult. For these fifteen years, I have treated you like my own grandson, yet you have never been close to me."
She caressed Jiang He's face: "I am gravely ill now, and you have taken care of me. I cannot fault you for that, but my dear grandson, seeing me suffer without a single tear from you—how can that be? You have always been cold-hearted; whether I live or die seems to mean nothing to you."
She touched Jiang He's eyes, but he did not shed a single tear.
Jiang He’s expression remained indifferent as he replied, "Life and death are natural parts of being human. Great-aunt, you are over eighty years old; it is normal to fall ill and face death at this age. I have an eighty percent probability that you will not live past eighty-five, so we all know the outcome. I do not understand why I should cry."
The neighbors whispered that she had raised a white-eyed wolf.
Yet his great-aunt still held tightly onto Jiang He's hand: "So my grandson, what will you do when I am gone? I know that for you to truly understand something, it must be made clear. So listen carefully. After I die, this house will belong to you. It has two floors; you can live on one and rent out the other. While it may not make you rich, it will keep you from starving."
Jiang He nodded.
Grandma had given her countless instructions before finally passing away.
The building became Jiang He's property.
Before, Grandma had kept a close watch on Jiang He, so he couldn't do anything outrageous. But ever since her death, no one could suppress Jiang He's true nature anymore. Neighbors often heard the pig's screams coming from Jiang He's home, both day and night.
Jiang He had grown up in front of these neighbors, so they all knew what kind of person he was. A few incidents were tolerable, but as time went on, everyone could no longer bear it. Many neighbors had subtly raised the issue, but Jiang He always pretended not to understand.
However, his innocent demeanor truly seemed genuine.
Finally, one burly man couldn't hold back any longer; he decided to confront Jiang He directly.
It was a bright morning with splendid weather.
Jiang He woke up alongside a pig.
Last night, after simulating the experience of being tied up and beaten without the ability to resist, Jiang He had spent the night punching the sow, continuing until the early hours when both he and the pig collapsed from exhaustion onto the bed.
As Jiang He woke up, he immediately climbed onto the pig's back, leaning in closely to examine the wounds on its body.
As he stepped onto the stairs leading to the second floor, the burly man was about to knock on the door when he realized it wasn't locked. No, it wasn't that it was unlocked; there simply was no lock at all. The man walked straight into the house and once again heard the pig's cries. Following the sound to the bedroom, he witnessed a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.
A man was riding on top of a sow.
The man was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts, while Sow was, of course, completely naked.
The big man watched Jiang He’s silhouette moving on Sow, stunned into silence. He quietly left Jiang He’s home, making sure to close the bedroom door gently behind him.
As he walked away, tears began to fall from his eyes. Jiang He was already in his twenties and didn’t even have a girlfriend. He finally understood what Sow, who had been crying out day and night, had been going through. It wasn’t a distortion of humanity or a decline in morality; it was simply a surge of hormones.
Thus, the rumors about Jiang He and his nightly escapades spread like wildfire.
However, recently the neighbors grew puzzled; they hadn’t heard any noise coming from Jiang He’s house for several days. Even the girl living on the first floor hadn’t seen him around much. The neighbors began to worry about Jiang He, fearing that he might be heading down a path of crime since Sow had been caught for assaulting others.
But at that moment, the sleeping neighbors finally heard the familiar cries of Sow. It had been years since they had fallen asleep to those pig-like sounds every night and awakened to them each morning. Suddenly not hearing that noise felt quite strange to them.
They slept even more soundly.
Meanwhile, the girl living downstairs couldn’t help but think: Jiang He really has great stamina.
As Jiang He continued to mimic a pig's reaction to being harmed, in Dragon City, a woman stepped onto the stage.
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