Chapter 3 Wedge Prologue

1 The following is psychologist Carl.The teachings of Carl Jung. Since ancient times, dreams have controlled the human subconscious mind.After thousands of years, human beings are still confused and incomprehensible by dreams.In fact, dreams are the collective subconscious of humanity. All humans share the same subconscious mind; and this mind manifests itself through dreams. However, when it comes to Western mystics, they believe in the so-called concept of spirits.When our body is in a state of sleep, our soul will travel to the realm of the spirit body. Dreams are our chaotic, incomplete and distorted memories of what we saw and heard at that time.When wandering in the spirit world, we will come into contact with the ghosts of dead relatives and friends, strange birds and beasts in mythology, and even demons at the bottom of purgatory.What we see and hear during the period will tell us the future prophecy and the truth of the real world through the symbols of various things.

The collective subconsciousness lurks in the depths of our hearts through innate inheritance and acquired education, and dreams have also become reminders of human actions.Such reminder symbols may be geometric figures, colors, or a piece of music. When we accidentally touch them in the real world, our memory of the spiritual world will be revived, and then we will involuntarily accept the control of the symbols. This is called magic. Magic comes from the distant memory of human beings, and it eternally controls our will, our thinking, and our actions. 2 In mid-January 2001, I was admitted to a hospital in downtown Kaohsiung to recuperate due to the deterioration of my health.

Kaohsiung City is the place where I was born. However, due to work, I have not been back for more than ten years.I remember that after graduating from Sun Yat-sen University at that time, driven by my ideals and ambitions, I resolutely went north alone to develop.Now, I am about to enter my 40s. At first, I was just a little boy in the magazine. After a long period of training and baptism in the publishing industry, I am now a best-selling author with an annual income of four to five million. My wife, who has been married for more than seven years, urged me to return to my hometown and rest fully.Her reason is that the only way to stay away from the pressure of the information bombardment of the H-bomb detonation in Taipei is to temporarily live in southern Taiwan.And my wife has to take care of two children to go to school, so I can't accompany me to the south to take care of my daily life when I was hospitalized.

I do have a lot of stress.Since I wrote a prophetic novel about cross-strait relations two years ago, I have been the center of attention.All the media began to frantically trace the source of my writing materials, and whether real national leaders or government heads were involved.They stalked me like a paparazzi, trying to find hidden friendships in my daily movements. To avoid unnecessary confusion, I simply quit my job as Newsweek editor.With the royalties earned from my first novel, I can temporarily keep my family safe even without a job. Staying at home, I decided to change the course and stop mentioning political issues, and rewrite soft urban erotic novels for men and women.I thought that there would be no more troubles, but critics in the art and literature circles took the place of the characters in the story for me, saying that I was alluding to some current cabinet members in a different way.

Although I once wrote an article to deny it, the ups and downs of spreading rumors for nothing have actually helped to increase my reputation with mixed reputation.Many people invited me to write articles and invite me to give speeches. Overnight, I became an upstart in thought and a leader in speech with a comprehensive knowledge of the past and the present. I was lured by fame and fortune, and lost in the end.It was like wearing a glamorous mask every day, and I kept saying things that violated my conscience and writing articles that didn’t suit my will.In this dual personality life, I sometimes feel anxious and sometimes feel numb.

That's how I got sick.This is a rebound from the body's inability to withstand the pressure.The media are all talking about what kind of mystery will be hidden in my next work, which makes me extremely painful, because I don't want to hide any mystery in the story at all. I just want to write some simple stories, pure stories that readers can enjoy.I didn't insinuate, I didn't make accusations, I didn't slander, and I didn't go for fame! After completing the hospitalization procedures with exhausted anger, I met Wu Jianxiang. Wu Jianxiang is a criminal policeman who lives in the same ward as me, but has become my daily conversation partner during my recuperation.Although Wu Jianxiang is young, seven or eight years younger than me, due to the nature of his profession, he has been dealing with all kinds of people in society since he graduated from the police academy. I have had contact with friends in the police circle, and I really like listening to him talk.

In fact, from the first time I heard him introduce himself as a detective, I was interested in him.I can't deny that I tried to find new material for writing in him.I have never read mystery novels, and I have no plans to touch them in the future. My impression of mystery novels is only that detectives, with the assistance of criminal police and followers, go through various adventures and bring the murderer to justice. Facing the criminal police who have investigated real crimes, I did not express such superficial and biased views.From what he said, I can easily judge that Wu Jianxiang is a person who loves his work. He is extremely persistent in investigating criminal cases, and he must find out those tricky and cunning criminals no matter what.

Xiao Wu, I think in a chat half a month after we met, I couldn't help but say: most of the murderers in real life don't even have the most basic imagination. Does killing require imagination?Wu Jianxiang smiled. Of course you need to.Otherwise they would not have been caught so easily.The cases of car theft, counterfeit banknotes and fraud you told me about, I think their criminal methods are very imaginative, which makes people amazed and admirable.However, most of the murderers acted impulsively and had no plan at all. As long as the police threatened and interrogated them, they would immediately bow their heads and confess their crimes.

You are right.Murder is the type of crime with the heaviest mental stress. After committing a crime, if you are not careful, you will expose your flaws in emotional instability. Haven't you ever met a murderer who planned carefully in advance and whose defenses were difficult to break through? Yes there is.Wu Jianxiang shook his head at this time, but that case was taken over by my junior, I was not directly involved, and what I knew was what I heard. Can you tell me the details of that case?I knew there was joy in my tone. I don't know the investigation process of the case, I only remember the murderer's name.Wu Jianxiang asked, can this be written as a novel?

ah? Brother Wang, I know you are a writer, and you must want to get some writing topics from me. That's right, I'm a little embarrassed.Xiao Wu, you don't mind, do you? It doesn't matter.However, you should not have the habit of reading mystery novels. How could you want to write mystery novels? I answered him honestly: As you said, I don't understand mystery novels at all.However, I think as long as you ask about a murder case with a tortuous process, the story written based on it should be a good mystery novel. Not necessarily, Wu Jianxiang shook his head again, this is not necessarily true.

How do you say that?I don't understand what he means. He didn't answer my question directly.Actually, you can write about theft or economic crimes? I am most interested in murder.Xiao Wu, you also mentioned just now that murders give people heavy pressure and unstable emotions. I think this is the only subject that can really arouse readers' sympathy. All right.Wu Jianxiang left the window and sat back in his seat.Brother Wang, have you seen this thing? He took out a yellow and black solid from under the pillow. The volume of the solid itself is not large, only about the size of a human finger.The texture is hard, the surface is rough, and the texture is complex, like a small stone brought back from a foreign land. At this moment, I suddenly remembered the other side of Wu Jianxiang's mystery.He behaved normally during the day, and he was a very gentle and cheerful young man.In particular, he has his own unique point of view on everything, which is also the main reason why I like to chat with him.However, for some reason, as soon as night fell, he became taciturn, and he didn't even have the interest to go out of the room to get some fresh air and enjoy the evening breeze. At this time, it was like hanging a signboard on his body that forbids approaching, and people would shy away without talking.I have no way of knowing how he created this atmosphere. He would sit and lie on his hospital bed alone, looking down at the small rock with his head down.Until the hospital lights out, he still has no plans to go to bed.Once I woke up in the middle of the night due to urgency, and found him sitting quietly on the edge of my hospital bed!I was startled, and asked him what was wrong, but he stood up silently and left my ward without making a sound. I have been very curious about his behavior for a long time, but I have been unable to ask him.Unexpectedly, he actually took the initiative to mention that strange stone. If you really want to write a murder case, I would like to tell you about an incident that I personally experienced.He held the small stone in front of me and said: A strange case related to this thing. Really?That's great! However, this case cannot be written as a mystery novel. Can't write a mystery novel?I was momentarily confused. Well, that couldn't possibly turn into a speculative novel. It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, I don't have to write mystery novels, as long as there are readers who like to read them, anything is fine.I look a little rejuvenated, excited like a child about to get a Christmas present.After thinking about it for a while, I blurted out and asked: But, since it's a murder case, why can't it be written as a mystery novel?