Hollywood Hunter

Jonathan Friedman listened to Simon's recount of his past nine months of treatment in a mental hospital. He was surprised, and his brows couldn't help but curl.

Hollywood, a Vanity Fair that is prone to make big ups and downs, actually has a lot of celebrities suffering from mental problems, and even more celebrities who often enter nursing homes for treatment of mental problems.

However, few of them are serious enough to require treatment in a mental hospital like Simon for up to nine months.

When Simon finished speaking, Jonathan Friedman looked at the boy opposite and asked, "So, Simon, you have no problem now, right?"

Although the other twelve consciousnesses fell silent, the memories of these people still remained in their minds. In all fairness, Simon really doesn't know if he will have any problems in the future.

Jonathan noticed the hesitation in Simon's expression, and he probably understood something. He is also very aware that mental illness is usually very difficult to cure completely.

Moreover, Jonathan can also understand why Simon would take the initiative to mention this to him today.

Hollywood does not have any prejudice against people with mild mental illness in the circle. As long as it does not affect the work, everyone may only think that this person is a bit quirky. However, for the severely mentally ill, Hollywood, and even the society as a whole, although most people have no shortage of sympathy, they inevitably show a discriminatory attitude towards staying away.

As far as Simon is concerned, Jonathan has no doubt that he will have some achievements in Hollywood in the future through the performance of this teenager in the recent period.

Therefore, if Simon's past is used by those who are interested in it in the future, it is likely to have a serious impact on his personal image. Even if Simon's mental problems recur, the result will be even worse.

With this worry, Jonathan asked again: "Simon, since you took the initiative to bring up this matter today, do you already have your own plans?"

Simon nodded and said: "Joe, the first thing, I hope you can help me block the public events that Fox has arranged for the promotion of "Butterfly Effect" and possible interview invitations from the media. The better it appears in public view."

"That's okay, I will help you block these things as much as possible," Jonathan nodded and agreed, remembering the content of the newspaper, and smiling, "So, you changed your name because of this, right? But, take An original word like'Westero' as a surname is still a bit misleading, too conspicuous."

Simon just laughed and said nothing.

Jonathan didn't pursue it either, but he couldn't help feeling that the boy opposite should still be hiding a lot of secrets.

Thinking about this, Jonathan asked again: "Simon, you just said the first thing, then, what about the second thing?"

Simon said: "I want to go back to San Francisco and get back my previous medical records."

In fact, this is the main intention of Simon who suddenly came to see Jonathan.

Simon has always been somewhat fortunate that this body was schizophrenia, not schizophrenia.

If Simon showed a state of split personality at that time, the twelve souls from more than 30 years later took over this body in turn, saying something and doing something without knowing the situation.

So, even if the current Simon has not been sent to some messy research institute, even if he can still leave the mental hospital smoothly, the words and things he has said and done will definitely be buried for his future. Countless hidden dangers that are unpredictable.

Although the facts are better than the worst case, even so, Simon, who was once in a state of schizophrenia, was forced into his mind by another twelve consciousness, and he would inevitably behave in certain words and deeds. Some flaws that are reminiscent of something.

Many of these flaws are recorded in his medical records.

It is naturally impossible for Jonathan to know Simon's true intention to retrieve his medical records, but he also strongly agrees with Simon's doing so.

As long as the medical records are brought back and destroyed, even if people still want to talk about Simon's past in the future, without this most solid evidence, Simon will have too much room for maneuver.

With this in mind, Jonathan quickly said: "Let's do it, Simon, tomorrow I will let Owen accompany you to San Francisco."

Hearing Jonathan's words, Simon shook his head and refused: "Joe, I want to go there by myself. As long as you can borrow a car from me. I will set off immediately. If it goes well, I can rush tomorrow afternoon come back."

What else did Jonathan want to say. Seeing Simon's expression resolute, he stopped talking and stood up and said, "Then, follow me."

Leaving the office, Jonathan and Owen Wright said a few words, took back a bunch of car keys and handed them to Simon, and then led him out of the WMA headquarters building.

The two came to the parking lot together. Jonathan pointed to an ordinary gray Ford sedan, and said, "This is Irving's car. You just drive over there. I won't lend you my car."

Simon nodded, naturally understanding Jonathan's intentions.

Jonathan's car is the latest Mercedes-Benz 500SEC of this era. Simon left Watsonville impoverished for more than a month, and suddenly drove a luxury Mercedes back home.

After Jonathan finished speaking, he signaled Simon to get into the car, and opened his Mercedes-Benz door, and said to Simon again: "Follow me."

Simon drove behind Jonathan's Mercedes, left Camino Street, and walked through the streets of Beverly Hills for a few minutes before stopping in front of a bank again.

Jonathan just asked Simon to wait, walked into the bank by himself, came back a moment later, got in the co-pilot of the Ford car, handed the two wads of banknotes to Simon, and said, "This is twenty thousand dollars, I think you should use it."

Simon saw that Jonathan had parked his car in front of the bank, and he probably understood the intention of the broker. He originally planned to refuse, after thinking about it, he still took the money.

After bidding farewell to the agent, Simon drove the gray Ford car westward through downtown Los Angeles, onto California Highway 1, and headed north along the coastline.

Driving a private car is much faster than the original bus.

However, Simon still took more than five hours from Los Angeles to Watsonville, south of San Francisco.

Staying at a motel in Watsonville, it is already nine o'clock in the evening.

Before departing from Los Angeles, Simon had already called to make an appointment.

After a rest in Watsonville, Simon rushed to the mental hospital on the outskirts of the town at ten o'clock the next morning.

As a public mental hospital that requires federal financial subsidies in most cases, the Watsonville Mental Hospital, which has been built for quite a few years, still looks cold.

Simon waited patiently outside the office of Dr. Henry Chapman, the original attending physician, and the nurse informed him that he could go in.

Dr. Chapman was surprised that Simon came back so soon, and asked him with concern as soon as he met.

Simon naturally had no problem. He simply exchanged a few words with Dr. Chapman, feeling a faint jingling sound in his ear, and asked: "Henry, is this renovation recently?"

Dr. Chapman saw that Simon did not show anything unusual in his words, so he relaxed, shook his head and explained softly: "Last Wednesday, a patient raised his bed and hung himself up. It happened to be discovered by other patients. Two more patients learned to do this. Three people died in a row, and the hospital is nailing all the beds to the floor."

Simon heard this, suddenly a little silent.

Patients in mental hospitals are very sympathetic, but as doctors, especially doctors in public mental hospitals, the pressure is also very high.

The patient's suicide was not suitable for casual confession to one of his visitors. When Dr. Chapman talked about this, he regarded Simon as a friend, but also mixed with some desire to confide in this repressive environment.

The atmosphere was quiet for a while, and Dr. Chapman spoke first and asked, "Simon, since you have no questions, come here today?"

Simon organized the wording a little, and said: "Henry, this is the case. If possible, I hope I can take away my original medical records."

"Oh," Dr. Chapman responded, but he didn't feel any strangeness in his expression. He just said, "Simon, do you have 500 dollars?"

Simon was stunned, a little confused, but quickly took out 500 dollars from his backpack and handed it to Dr. Chapman.

"Then you wait here a moment."

Dr. Chapman took the money, put it in his pocket, gave Simon an order and left the office.

Simon watched Dr. Chapman leave, still a little puzzled.

However, Simon did not question Dr. Chapman's intention to ask himself for $500. He is still full of confidence in Dr. Chapman's character. This kind middle-aged man even took a half-day vacation during the process of his name change, and drove him to the district court to attend the name change hearing.

Before coming to Watsonville, Simon had only planned to take some of the change he had saved during this period for travel expenses if it hadn't been for his agent to lend him $20,000.

A few minutes later, Dr. Chapman came back again, handed a very thick portfolio to Simon, and said, "Simon, take it."

Simon took the portfolio in his hand, but couldn't help looking at the middle-aged doctor who had already turned to the desk and sat down again.

Dr. Chapman noticed Simon's puzzled expression, smiled, and said, "I won't ask why you took these things. Actually, you are not the first person who wants to do this. Just the $500. It's for Wesley in the archives. So even if someone asks later, he will say that the archive is missing."

Simon rubbed the edge of the kraft paper of the portfolio and said, "Henry, will there be any problems?"

Dr. Chapman shook his head, made a relieved look, and said, "Simon, in public mental hospitals like ours, where the situation is worse, no one will care if you lose one or two people. However, apart from this file, During your hospital stay, I will routinely provide Stanford with a report on your condition every month. If you want to get this information back, you have to go to Palo Alto. Oh, one more thing, Those reports are all your original names."

Simon nodded, he actually remembered this too.

However, the monthly medical reports are only a brief summary of his treatment progress, and will not involve some details that Simon wants to avoid. Therefore, Simon did not intend to continue wasting time on those materials.

The two talked a few words, and Dr. Chapman stood up again and said, "Then, Simon, I'll send you out, there is nothing to be done here."

Simon nodded, put the portfolio into his backpack, and the two left the office together.

On the way to take Simon to the parking lot, Dr. Chapman asked about his recent situation.

Simon didn't conceal it either. He briefly recounted the events during this period and showed the copy of the Los Angeles Times to Dr. Chapman.

The middle-aged doctor saw the article about Simon in the newspaper and was very happy for him. When he parted, he also left his home address and contact information to Simon, hoping that Simon would come to San Francisco in the future and be a guest at his home in Watsonville.

Leaving the city of Watsonville, Simon drove along California Highway 1 for more than an hour, stopped on an uninhabited shore, lit the medical record file with his own hands, confirmed that all the papers were reduced to ashes, and picked up The fly ash mixed with mud and sand was thrown into the sea, and my heart was completely relieved.

The past is completely annihilated.