Vireo, who looked very weak, looked incomparably calmly at that reporter in front of him. The reporter's attitude of wanting to make a big deal out of the matter was almost written all over his face. Vireo coldly asked the reporter in return, "Have you ever interviewed a murderer?"
The reporter smiled. "Mister Payne, am I not interviewing you now?"
"That's true..."
After a pause, he asked again, "Have you ever thought about this? You firmly believed that this person is the murderer, and then you reported about him after recklessly exaggerating the truth, he got famous overnight and then he was executed on the spot. After a long time, you realized that the murderer, who was originally wrongfully accused, was condemned because of your conclusion, which was made with terribly little info. If that were to happen, would you feel guilty?"
"You..." the reporter said.
"No, no, no." Vireo smiled again. "This is already not a n issue about guilt. This is about...would you have nightmares? Would you be afraid of dying? You certainly will be afraid. Because you'll be afraid that after you've died, you'll meet that person, who had lost his life as a result of being wronged by you. You'll be afraid that he will bite you to death. No! You'll be afraid that he'll push you into the frying pan and fry you alive. Mm-hmm...perhaps it'll be more vicious than that...because, well, it's hell."
Vireo's remark made the reporter embarrassed and he was trembling all over.
"You...you've gone crazy! You're being unreasonable!"
"Me? I've gone crazy?" Vireo asked the reporter neurotically. After asking that, he even smiled coldly a t the reporter. That expression simply was like a ghost when the reporter had seen it.
The reporter was so frightened that he immediately retreated. However, it was already too late. Vireo had already grabbed his wrist. After that, Vireo pinched on the needle, which was originally stuck on his hand but somehow ended up in his hand, and then poke it straight towards the report.
"Ah..." The reporter was so frightened that he wet his pants within a second.
Fortunately, there were many medical staff and also people who were supervising Vireo in the hospital. Only then did Vireo fail to kill him. However, Vireo kept shouting angrily, "Didn't you say that I'm a murderer? Since you say that I'm a murderer, I'll just murder you and make my identity as a murderer true. I'll kill you. I'll kill you! Kill you!"
When he was held down on the bed by two supervisors, he was still shouting angrily.
The reporter who interviewed him had already been s o frightened that he ran off in a panic.
In the end, it was after Vireo was given a shot of sedative that he suddenly became quiet. He was then wheeled into the emergency room again. This time, those who came to rescue him were his former mentor, who came all the way from South City to visit him, and also some well-known experts in the country. Those experts were all his mentor's closest friends. It was not because of the shot in his chest that the group of experts rushed over to treat him. Rather, during the examination of his injuries, they actually found out he had a problem with the blood vessels in his brain.
Vireo was only in his early thirties. Logically speaking, it was not the time for cerebrovascular diseases to occur. Also, Vireo usually did not smoke or drink. He had been extremely disciplined with his life and he had a very little intake of meat. He had no high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and high blood sugars. However, the blockage has already started to form in the blood vessels in his brain. That left his mentor, as well as some experts, very puzzled.
Later on, they had visited Vireo's living environment growing up and also looked into his life the last few years. In the end, they had no choice but to come to the conclusion that his condition was caused by having a long-term and pent-up depression. When his mentor saw such a conclusion, he immediately cried.
"This is a good kid with potential. He had been my student for so many years. I knew him more than anyone else. If he was willing to back then, any top hospitals in the South City would have wanted him. However, he said he wanted to benefit the people in his hometown then. He wanted to watch over his adoptive parents and support them for the rest of their life. After all, he was a caring child. It's just a pity that he has such a parasitic family. Never mind about that, but he even met such a wife. Oh, why is his life so miserable?"
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