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Before long, the sound of police sirens and the hum of ambulances shattered the tranquility surrounding the clinic. Officers and medical personnel rushed to the scene, but the atmosphere inside the clinic remained oppressive and cold. Ethan sat in a corner, his face pale and his expression dazed, feeling as if he had yet to escape from that horrific nightmare. His hands trembled slightly, his heart raced, and he could faintly hear the footsteps of the police and medical staff, yet he couldn't fully concentrate.
As the officers entered the examination room, they immediately checked on Christopher, who lay on the floor. Their expressions quickly turned grave as they realized Christopher showed no signs of life. The rigid body lay motionless on the ground like a discarded, broken doll. The paramedics attempted to check for a pulse but found no signs of life.
What sent chills down their spines was Christopher's face—twisted and terrifying, it still bore an eerie smile. Even in death, that grin clung stubbornly to his features, seemingly filled with mockery and disdain. Ethan's gaze was involuntarily drawn to it; despite his desperate attempts to look away, he found himself unable to resist that oppressive aura.
The strange smile felt like an invisible knife piercing deep into Ethan's soul, as if silently conveying some malicious curse. Images of Christopher's screams, that grotesque face, and all the terrifying moments he had experienced flashed through Ethan's mind. His stomach churned again as his eyes fixated on Christopher, ensnared by that bizarre visage, unable to break free.
"Doctor, please recall when this patient last visited. Did he exhibit any unusual behavior?" The officer's calm voice broke the silence, but the incessant questioning forced Ethan to confront that face once more. He instinctively wanted to look away, unwilling to see again that bloodied, broken face with flesh hanging limply, yet each question from the police compelled him to face that eerie smile again.
"He... he came in a week ago... his condition was not good..." Ethan's voice trembled as he struggled to maintain his composure, but fear still seeped through his tone. With every answer he gave, he couldn't help but glance at Christopher's face again; his unease and terror deepened. That smile seemed to harbor a secret he could not comprehend, whispering to him: "You cannot escape... you will eventually see the truth."
"His face..." Ethan couldn't help but speak up; his voice was so faint it was almost inaudible, yet it felt like he was speaking just for himself. He forced himself not to focus on that face any longer, but the harder he tried, the more he felt that smile dragging him into an abyss—cold and merciless.
The officer nodded, recording Ethan's responses while continuing to press for more information, trapping Ethan further in that bizarre scene. His thoughts were chaotic; everything before him appeared as blurred images overlapping with that strange smile, making it impossible for him to distinguish between reality and nightmare.
The officer carefully observed Ethan’s expression, clearly noticing that he remained in a state of fear and confusion. However, as an enforcer of the law, he needed more detailed information about Christopher. Standing before Ethan, he spoke softly; though his tone was calm, it carried an unavoidable urgency: "Doctor, please tell me what this patient's mental state was during his last visit? Did he show any signs of abnormality? In your professional opinion, do you think he had the capacity to harm others?"
Ethan's throat felt dry; his gaze remained glued to Christopher's eerie smile. Hearing the officer's question made him struggle to concentrate and recall Christopher's previous condition amidst the chaos in his mind. Breathless and anxious, he attempted several times to speak but found himself unable to articulate suitable words immediately.
"He... at first only showed mild anxiety and hallucinations," Ethan said haltingly, his hands trembling as his heartbeat remained erratic. "He mentioned... seeing people's faces distort, but... I never expected it would escalate like this..." His voice grew quieter with guilt and shock as he grappled with disbelief over everything happening before him.
"Do you think he... has always had violent tendencies? Or were there any other warning signs this time?" The officer continued pressing for answers with a gaze full of professional calmness. He understood that Ethan's reactions were crucial at this moment; especially as a psychologist, Ethan should have a deeper understanding of Christopher's mental state than anyone else.
"I..." Ethan took a deep breath, trying to clear his thoughts. "He didn't show any signs of violence before... he was just trapped in a hallucination... I thought it was just extreme mental stress; I never imagined he would lose control like this." He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, still filled with guilt and confusion.
Nearby, the medical staff were examining Christopher's condition, their faces revealing an unmistakable shock and bewilderment. They exchanged glances and spoke softly among themselves, one of them whispering, "This is impossible. His face... it's almost as if the skin has been flayed off. Given the amount of blood loss, he should have been in shock or dead long ago... How could he still be moving for so long? This defies all logic."
Another medical staff member frowned, looking horrified. "Yes, with such injuries... no one could endure this for so long. He looks like a... a zombie... This is simply unbelievable."
Hearing their conversation, Ethan's stomach churned again as his gaze involuntarily fell on Christopher's horrific face. It resembled a demon from hell, with wounds exposing bloody muscle and tissue; the skin had nearly been entirely stripped away, revealing dark flesh. Thick liquid continued to drip from that face, yet it bizarrely maintained a smile.
"This can't be happening..." Ethan silently murmured to himself. He should have understood the limits of science and reason, but the scene before him exceeded his professional understanding, leaving him unable to explain it rationally. He recalled the face that had come so close to him—the twisted mass of flesh, the putrid smell, and Christopher's frenzied whispers. Everything seemed to completely overturn his sense of common knowledge and reason, plunging him into an inexplicable world of horror.
"Doctor?" The officer turned his attention back to Ethan, his tone slightly stern as if trying to pull him out of his terror. "Your professional opinion is crucial for us. Do you think this behavior is a result of some psychological breakdown within him, or are there other factors we are unaware of?"
Ethan paused for a moment, fear evident in his eyes. Finally, he replied in a low voice, "I... I don't know... This has gone beyond my understanding..." His voice was filled with helplessness as he realized that this was not merely a patient's mental breakdown; there was something deeper and more inexplicable lurking beneath it all.
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