Chapter 481 Schizophrenia

   "So... how long has he been like this."

  The airtight office smelled of disinfectant water. Lorenzo was sitting in jeopardy. Behind the table in front of him was a somewhat old woman.

This is the temporary base of the Black Mountain Hospital. They directly expropriated some vacant houses in the old Dunling area and turned it into a hospital. Although it is called a hospital, there are not many patients here. After all, most of the patients in the Black Mountain Hospital are somewhat problematic. Yes, they are all based in the suburbs.

  Lorenzo is now in a stronghold that is not so related to monsters, and the more ordinary spiritual research is conducted here, so it is actually no different from ordinary hospitals.

   "So he has been like this since you knew him?"

  While looking through the diagnosis record, she wrote and painted on it, and at the same time did not forget to ask Lorenzo questions.

   "Well... when I first met, he hadn't been like this. At that time, he clearly knew that Poirot's voice was just his hallucinations, and it was a mental disorder caused by the shipwreck."

Lorenzo turned his head while talking, and there was a large window hanging on the other wall of the office. Behind the window was a white hospital room. Hercules was lying on the bed, not knowing whether he was asleep or in a daze. , Motionless, like a corpse.

  "Then he has been sick since then, but he has not been triggered until your last action."

  After the woman learned about it, she went on to say.

   "I said, has he been like this lately?"

Lorenzo looked at Hercules with some worry. It can be said that it was his reason. Hercules became like this. As one of his few friends, Lorenzo would come to see him if he had nothing to do in the next few days. , Also at Lorenzo's request, Hercule was transferred here to receive the most formal treatment.

"Do you mean like a corpse? Almost, since we separated that chinchilla from him, the voice in his head disappeared. He was quite boring by himself, so he did nothing and lay there. NS."

  The woman said, thinking of something, and then said.

  “But don’t worry, he is very good at self-entertainment. When I talked to him last time, he told me that he was reminiscing about the past. He has recalled the memory of six years old. He is very happy to be locked up here.”

   "Happy?"

  Lorenzo began to think that Hercule was really crazy.

"Yes, he said that he rarely has time to reflect on himself like this, to look back on himself in the past, after so many years in a hurry, now looking back, he feels that he is looking at another person's memory, strange and terrified... he is a bit strange I can't recognize myself in my memory."

  The woman raised her eyebrows, and she didn't know how to describe this kind of thing. In her long career, it was the first time that she encountered such an interesting case as Hercule.

   "Sounds terrible." Lorenzo said.

"It's true, but it's normal. Everyone is like this. Under the baptism of time, they have become completely unrecognizable. If you don't believe it, you can look back at the past, Mr. Holmes, think about your past. You You will find that you have also become another stranger."

Facing the woman's words, Lorenzo fell silent. She was right. Sometimes Lorenzo was shocked by this. The children who once wandered on the banks of the Tiber would now become such terrifying monsters... …It's hard to believe this kind of thing.

   "Lorenzo!"

  A vague voice came from behind the window, and a carp in Hercule sat up, rushed to the window embarrassedly, and slammed the glass hard.

   "Oh, the corpse has spoken, do you want to talk to him?"

  The woman asked after seeing this.

   "Open the door." Lorenzo said.

  ……

   "Lorenzo! It feels so good to meet acquaintances!"

  As soon as he opened the door, Hercule hugged Lorenzo. Judging from the strength of the hug and the tragic voice, Hercule was sincere this time.

   "You look good, you are alive and well."

  Looking at Hercule so energetic, Lorenzo didn’t worry much about him, anyway, he couldn’t die for the time being. Lorenzo was thinking about whether he should go home now.

   "It's okay, so when can I leave, and where is Poirot?"

  Herkelly sat back on the bed, and his attitude became bad.

  "Here I feel like I am a little white mouse, played by these guys."

  "You are indeed a little white mouse. If it weren't for my strong dissuasion, you might have been sliced."

  Lorenzo remembered the excitement of Dean Abigail before. It can be said that the attitude of these doctors worries Lorenzo the most. He is afraid that if he fails to take care of it someday, Hercules will be sliced.

Think about it, too, these doctors have poor ethics and morals. They study demons and humans every day. Many weapons against demons have been unearthed from **** experiments. If they can’t beat Lorenzo, Lorenzo feels I was pressed on the operating table and studied.

   "You didn't kill you yet!"

  Herkeley’s voice rose up, and every day here made him feel even more regretful for his original decision.

   "Well...so, the doctor said you are schizophrenic."

Lorenzo remembered what the woman said to him. After so many days of testing and diagnosis, they initially confirmed Hercule’s illness. He was schizophrenic. One consciousness was divided into Hercules and Poirot. It was terrible. His memory seems to be just a by-product of this disease.

   "Me? How could this be possible! It must be the influence of erosion!"

  Herkley couldn't believe it. He could only attribute the problem to erosion. He knew this. This thing can affect a person's consciousness.

   "No, the erosion just triggered your illness."

  The woman's voice sounded, and she walked in calmly with the notebook.

   "Mr. Holmes is better, so that we don't need guards or anything to control him."

  The woman looked at Lorenzo, and then continued to speak to Hercule.

"Herkery, do you remember what you said to us? Regarding the details of your shipwreck, you were lost on the sea, and you were dependent on a chinchilla. When you were dying, you heard the chinchilla. Talk to you, the voice talks to you until you are rescued."

  Helkley was silent for a while, then nodded, affirming this.

  The woman sighed helplessly.

  "Are you still not aware of the problem? You developed a disease during the shipwreck, but you classify it as an illusion. As you said, the chinchilla was dead long ago, and it was turned into a corpse by the sun.

  The reason why you did not have such symptoms later is because you have healed on your own...I can only guess like this temporarily, after all, we can't pry your head away. "

   "If I say that, I've been schizophrenic for a long time, but I healed myself, treating Poirot's voice as an illusion... Then why am I sick again?"

   asked Hercule.

  "Didn't you say that? Erosion, maybe it caused your illness again...and it proves that these are actually very simple."

  The woman looked at Lorenzo and asked.

   "Do you remember what I told you before? Mr. Holmes."

Lorenzo nodded, and then looked at Hercules unkindly, and Hercules didn't notice this at all. He probably couldn't think of this situation anymore, and he would be sold by Lorenzo again. .

  This kind of mood is very subtle, as if it has been miserable, how can it be miserable?

  Herkeley is still too naive.

The women clapped their hands and the medical staff opened the door. They walked in with a small cart. There was a cage on it. Only one side was barbed wire. The rest was closed. The inside was dark and blurred, and the details were not clear, but You can know from the squirming shadow that there is a chinchilla inside.

   "Herkeley!"

   "Poirot!"

   Poirot’s voice sounded, and Hercule responded excitedly.

One person, one mouse, eyes full of tears, quite a sense of the kind of reunion after the holiday. Unfortunately, this meeting did not last long. The woman suddenly stood up, and she didn’t know where to take out an operation. The knife stabbed the cage forcefully in front of Hercules.

  Herkeley was stunned. He could hear the interlocking sound of steel, and the scream of Chiffon in the sharp sharp tone, and then everything fell silent.

  Poirot’s voice disappeared.

   "You fucking!"

Herculi became furious. He raised his fist and slammed at the woman, but was stopped by Lorenzo tightly. The demon hunter had an infinite manpower and controlled Herculi like a pliers. What did he do? Struggling, can't move forward half a point.

   "Calm down, Herculi." Lorenzo said.

   "How can you calm me down! That **** killed Poirot." Hercules was furious.

  The woman was still calm, she said lightly.

  "Has Poirot died once? It's the first generation. I just killed the second generation, so there will always be a third generation to replace it, right?

  No, there are no generations at all, Poirot is you from the beginning to the end, the other you. "

"What did you say!"

   Hercule roared.

  At this time, the woman stepped aside, revealing the cage behind her, and saw the scalpel inserted into the edge of the cage without stabbing the chinchilla at all, while the chinchilla was hiding in the corner shivering.

   "Help! Hercules!"

  At this time Hercule could hear Poirot's voice again, which eased his anger slightly.

   "So I guess it is asking you for help?"

  The woman smiled, but this smile became terrifying in Hercule's eyes, just like those monsters.

   "Mr. Holmes."

  The woman opened the cage as she said, and Lorenzo also let go of Hercules wittily.

   Before the chinchilla got out of the cage, Hercule rushed over, fished it out, and hugged it tightly, for fear that someone would **** it away.

   "Herkeley!"

   "Poirot!"

There were two more cordial shouts. Of course, Lorenzo and the woman could only hear the Poirot yelled by Hercules. Lorenzo couldn't help covering his eyes when he saw it. There was a feeling of witnessing strange love. .

  But like many people’s love, it was beautiful at first, but it gradually deteriorated.

  Herkery knead Poirot’s comfortable fur affectionately, but soon he realized that it seemed to feel something wrong.

   "Poirot..."

Hercule said questioningly, and Poirot couldn't make any sound at this time. It seemed to have changed back to an ordinary chinchilla. There was no sound at all, just staying in Hercule honestly. In his arms, it was also at this time that Hercules discovered that this was not Poirot at all, this was another chinchilla.

"what happened?"

  Herkeley was completely confused, and the successive emotional ups and downs made it difficult for him to think about the current situation for a while.

"Have you seen? Hercules, Chinchilla is just a medium that guides the emergence of your'Poirot' consciousness. When I'killed' Chinchilla, you subjectively judged that Poirot was dead, so You can't hear its voice anymore, and when I show you that the chinchilla is still alive, you can hear its voice again.

  And now, you realize that the chinchilla in front of you is not yours at all, and therefore Poirot disappeared again. "

  Herkery fell silent completely, before the real evidence, he couldn't refute anything.

  "You are really sick, but the good news is that as long as the chinchilla does not appear in front of your eyes, the other consciousness will continue to sleep." The woman said.

   "Why... is this?"

  Herkeley can only believe what the woman says now, but he still can't believe this strange disease like himself.

   "The shipwreck created this?"

  "I’m afraid it’s more than that. You have to know that normal people’s schizophrenia can be very chaotic, and there is no super memory ability... You are a very special case."

   "What do you want to say?" Hercule asked.

   "This is probably related to monsters."

  The woman picked up the case and turned it over, with a piece of paper on top of it, which was a report from the cleaning agency.

   "Do you still remember where you ended up?"

   "I can't remember, and it's strange to say that I can remember everything clearly, except that the shipwreck is very vague."

Hercule calmed down. He recalled that the past story was so clear, except for the shipwreck, it was like an unknown force shrouded in it, distorting its original appearance into a shape that was difficult to see. .

   This time Hercule seemed to be ready to receive treatment, becoming as calm and calm as Lorenzo had when he first met him.

"Really? Let me talk about it. The cleansing agency has investigated your past and found your route at that time. Based on the accident location and the direction in which you are likely to drift, it can be inferred that if there is no accident... When I got to the sea of ​​silence, I walked out with dog **** and luck."

   "Jie Hai?"

  Herkeley’s expression changed, and it could not be said that it was fear or excitement. In short, it was very complicated, so complicated that he felt that his illness was not so important for a while.

   "Yes, Jihai, looking at it this way, you have passed by at least twice with the **** of death."

  The woman praised.

  (End of this chapter)