The lines from the seventeenth to the twentieth minute of the thirteenth episode of Psychological Crime?

Wu Han: Do you really think you are a detective? Where does your sense of superiority come from? Because you caught a dirty rapist? Because of your so-called talent and charming face? Did you catch Zhou Jun? Did you catch Tong Qian? Did you save Jia Feifei and Song Bo? If it weren't for Sun Mei's interference, what would you see through and guess! Can you get something on me? You can only think of Xu Zhanxiong, who is mentally retarded and has no courage. A coward, a mischievous bug. Do you still think you are a detective? Do you still find yourself particularly attractive? You are a freak in other people's eyes, a freak with a halo on your head! Is it weirder than me? Yes, I'm poor, I'm stupid, I'm shabby and I'm old-fashioned. But shouldn't these? Isn't this, isn't it, the good life that God assigned me? How to be a freak in the eyes of others!

Fang Mu: We have never regarded you as a freak.

Wu Han: Really! Really? Really! Detective, hero, idol Do you really care about me? Do you really care about my existence? In fact, we live in the same dormitory and get along with each other day and night. You only care about the halo on your head, you only care about your exclusive sweetheart! You are not the savior, you are as selfish as everyone else!

Fang Mu: I can't completely walk into another person's inner black hole, and I can't understand your heart.

Wu Han: Deep? Whose heart is not deep and whose heart is not bottomless? Who is not a concealer and who is not a pretender? If I don't disguise myself as a silly wood who can never see others' cold eyes and hear others' ridicule, I will definitely get a more contemptuous cold eyes, a louder ridicule, a more miserable life and a more desperate heart. So, even if you can't see my face at all, even if I am completely covered by a disgusting mask, I really want to play the executioner without lines. I really want to play him well.

Fang Mu: That's just struggling in your own black hole. Are their own abyss! In fact, you can tear off the mask, walk into the sunshine, laugh truly and cry impudently.

Wu Han: Laughing really, crying impudently? Can you do it?

Fang Mu: But I never want to lock myself in a dark little room forever. Turn yourself into a deformed monster.

Wu Han: Little black house? You mean the duty room, right? That's not a dark room. Only there can I really live, and so can Sun Mei. None of us used anyone, we got the message, we knew it, and we deliberately pretended to be enemies who hated each other, just for our long-term together. If it wasn't for that letter.

Fang Mu: Are you afraid? You're afraid you'll be destroyed.

Wu Han: I'm afraid we're both ruined.