Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

In the first two weeks, I have seen Dr. Ruan explain the subject to patients many times, and it has been turned over and over like a duck, but the effect does not seem to be very obvious. This can be felt when she makes a progress consultation before each lecture. The king made the sacred king to kill the **** and seal the throne at night The throne begs the Ao Ninth Chongtian the strongest to abandon the young Da Zhou dynasty, and the gods will kill the **** of the night, the throne, and the night to kill the God Ai Chong Tian the strongest abandon the Shao Da Zhou the royal family. [] (The calm and wide smile, but I can tell from the details of her breathing and changes in her eyes.

When Dr. Ruan saw me, his voice paused, but there was no stop at Ranwen. I went to the corner and watched with cold eyes, listening to the theories and techniques that were already familiar. To be honest, I have never practiced these theories and techniques with Ranwen.com because I have not experienced any uncontrollable emotions in myself. However, I think this method is probably effective. The problem is that the patients who listened to it were a little absent-minded and some were overactive, but they were not sure whether they had the patience and determination to follow the necessary rhythm for after-school practice.

Most patients do not consciously cooperate, because most of them are mental patients who lose their self-regulating ability.

Yes, lack of self-regulation ability-this is what Dr. Ruan thinks is the biggest similarity between me and other patients

"Smart", "knowledge", "rationality" and "self-control" ... these cannot prove that I am not a mental patient. Because in Dr. Ruan's mouth, the "self" that I know is just a fictitious existence, which is the proof of the lack of self-cognition and self-regulation ability. As a result, my normality became the biggest abnormality.

No Ranwen Fiction Netizen believes what I said, No Ranwen Fiction Netizen believes that I am visiting this place for the first time, No Ranwen Fiction Netizen believes the end of the world, No Ranwen Fiction Netizen believes in the end of the world, No Ranwen Fiction Netizen believes in the Chosen One The existence of the organization. People who seem to be slightly normal comfort me with peace and compassion, and people with mental problems shout with dementia or excitement.

I do n’t know if these people pretend not to know, or are really blindfolded. I just feel that everyone here is wearing a mask, and every inch of shadow hides the fierce teeth. This is a huge, specially-made bonsai that separates my world from reality, and I am the most stupid white mouse in this bonsai, but only me is alive, other people are just wrapped in human skin, according to Puppets that regulate program activities. Sometimes when I look at the gray sky, I can't help but have the illusion that there is a giant lying on the table and looking down at all the white mice born in this elaborate bonsai.

My mood is depressed for two-thirds of the time. Even if these doubts, distress and irritability are told to others, who believes what a mental patient says than believes a senior doctor? These words will undoubtedly become one of the evidences of my mental illness.

Every time I witnessed the patients in the hall seeming to be attentively listening to the doctors ’teachings, the more I felt a ridiculous ridicule, which would become stronger and stronger with the number and time, and gradually became a direct attack The laughter at the bottom of my heart made me never hear other voices or feel the existence of other people.

Now I hear this ridiculous ridicule again. I do n’t know what it is or why it appears, but I ’m not afraid of it. I ’m silent, but it does n’t mean I do n’t have any words in my heart. Fiction Net Power. I'm not the former top student Gao Chuan anymore. Even though my feet have been disabled and my body has become weak, the horrors, injustices, despair and pain experienced in those days of battle have turned into a spring of power.

This spring is bitter, heavy, and still, but it always supports me and doesn't let me fall.

From the first moment I decided to fight this mockery, although the result of each fight was always failure.

Dr. Ruan's commentary and patient's questions are gradually disappearing, the hall and the human body are losing their outline, darkness and silence gradually surround me, and a huge ridicule sounds like waves. I try to keep myself awake longer. I seemed to be wrapped in an egg-shaped black membrane, and the sound outside the membrane became distorted and weak, like a whisper of evil spirits. I feel my body is hot, the flowing blood is like magma, and the smell of air is so familiar, as if ...

It was like the last fatal battle in the building. []

I lifted my head, the ceiling had disappeared, and there was only a large sky with wind and clouds.

The sky was burning, and the ashes fell like snow, falling from the burning cloud.

The sunset that is constantly falling, the sunset will burn out at this moment, the black giant ball hangs in the sky, and the end and **** are perfectly intertwined.

I don't know why, but I feel extremely happy. It is as if this scene is welcoming my return, proving my existence.

Go back, go back, a voice whispered in my ear, to return to that battlefield, that is your world.

Then the sky shattered.

I seemed to have a short dream. After waking up, I was still sitting in a wheelchair and still staying in the lecture hall. The course seemed to be over, the patients were coming out, and Dr. Ruan stood in front of me for how long? do not know. She seemed to have said something to me before, but I didn't hear it from Ranwen Fiction Net at all. I just felt her eyes fell on my face with inquiry and scrutiny.

I was sweaty. I could still chew the residue of joy in my dreams, and still remember the sound of whispers in my ears, but the blood flowing in the blood vessels was not hot, but cold.

My chest is undulating, but the inhaled air seems to lack oxygen, which makes me embarrassed, like an asthma patient.

It is a dream. Is it a dream? Which is dream, here, in illusion, or in previous memories?

"Your body is uncomfortable?" Dr. Ruan's voice finally heard clearly.

"No, it's fine, just a nightmare." I wiped the sweat on my forehead with my sleeve.

"Nightmare?" Dr. Ruan said casually like an old friend: "Do you want to hear it? Although I'm not good at dream parsing, I can say one or two anyway."

"No, no more." I refused, and I felt that I knew the reason for this dream-the bottle of medicine "paradise" I drank before "death".

I raised my head to see Dr. Ruan's complexion, she seemed unintentional, hands in the pocket of the white coat.

"Is there anything to tell me to come here?" I said: "You know, I don't like this place, I don't like being treated as a mental illness."

"Speak as you go." After that, Dr. Ruan turned to the wheelchair, pushed me out of the hall, and walked deeper into the building, "I said before, I am your attending doctor. Most of the patients here There is only one attending doctor, but for some special patients, two or even three doctors with different expertise will be responsible for the condition. Although I have also done some psychological treatments for you, there is another attending doctor who is responsible for this aspect. . "

"Going to see him now?" I understood.

"Yes, he is one of the best psychologists in this hospital. He has been in charge of your psychological treatment since you first came in. You started a special treatment long ago, but after the last course of treatment you He jumped the building. Although you do n’t remember what happened at the time, the report on the scene was suicide. This was a huge blow to him. After I handed it over to him, he would like to know what happened to you. What kind of change has happened, but only today has no room for the patient ’s suicide. You have put him together fiercely. "I ca n’t see the expression of Dr. Ruan behind him, but his tone Zhong can hear a little sarcasm.

What kind of person is this best psychiatrist, and what he looks like, to me, I have no impression at all. I am extremely convinced that this is the first time I have come to this place, but from all the people I have seen, including Dr. Nguyen, their tone, attitude and actions can't feel any falsehood at all. Where I am most distressed and irritable.

I feel as if I am playing a decryption game, searching, thinking, and concatenating until the puzzle is completed.

I hope to find something new from this new psychologist.

Dr. Ruan sent me to the third floor, the third room on the left hand side of the staircase. The doorplate was brand new and blank, and there was no relevant name written on Ranwen.com. No one in the corridor has Ranwen Novel Net. Most of the departments have closed the door. From the window, you can see the desk, bed and some instruments, but it seems that it will not open without the use of Ranwen Novel Net. Look. The air is filled with the smell of disinfection water, and the special sense of tranquility is like a world that is isolated from the world and leads to the corridor of the dead country.

The door was just covered, and a trivial sound leaked from the door crack. I knocked three times and pushed the door open.

The furnishings in the room are very simple. The most impressive thing is the bookshelves that climbed to the ceiling from the walls on both sides. The bookshelves are filled with books, and some can't be placed. . At the end at the front is a desk. A large number of books and papers are stacked on both sides of the table, and the owner of the desk can only be seen from the gap in the middle. It was a white old man about sixty years old. He also had a white coat and a thin, thin body. He was wearing a reading glasses. He crawled on the table and studied something. The desk realized that someone came in and his body didn't move. , Only the eyeballs rolled up, looking from the upper edge of the frame of the reading glasses.

"Ah, you are here." He said, straightening his body and beckoning us eagerly, "Come in, come in."

"Good morning, Dr. Ande." Dr. Ruan said.

"Ah." Dr. Ande paused like an old man's dementia before responding: "Okay, okay." Then his eyes fell on me, examining two or three breaths, "Your spirit is not very good, Child. You really did something that surprised everyone. I heard that you have amnesia, but it ’s okay, forgetting is not always a bad thing. Come, let ’s talk, just like before. ”

"before?"

"Yes, before."

There was a sound of closing behind me, and when I looked back, Dr. Ruan had already left.

"So, where should I start ..." Dr. Ander took off his reading glasses, wiped the glasses cloth from the drawer and wiped it, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face. "I have read the report on your current situation. After that, you do n’t think you have amnesia, but you are imprisoned, right? "

"I didn't seem to say the word imprisonment." I was staring at the old man. He gave people the feeling of "knowing a lot of insider". Perhaps this time I can really get some valuable information from him.

Which organization does this hospital belong to? Which organization is he from? Is it a natural choice? Is it the Mageweaver? My eyes fell on his glasses-wiping hands, where they were completely clean, without any tattoos similar to the magic patterns in Ranwen.com. Or a prophet? But now in this state, I can't detect any signs of abnormal people in him.

Dr. Ande seemed to notice my gaze, and also glanced at the back of his hand, then revealed a thoughtful expression.

"For you, this hospital can only go in and out, and it is really no different from imprisonment. But this is indeed your own choice. Everyone who comes here has their own story. You do n’t want to know why you come here. Place? "He put on his reading glasses and said so.

"why?"

"You really can't remember at all?" Dr. Ander looked at me seriously.

"Is this important?" I paused and said, "I don't think I came in voluntarily, nor do I feel any benefit in living here."

Dr. Ende gave a deep smile, as if waiting for me to say this.

"It's important, it's important," he said in a high voice. "You will have the idea that my treatment is beginning to show results. Are you becoming normal in a certain sense? Do you know normal? What is normal? Normal People do n’t like being imprisoned, nor will they be voluntarily imprisoned. "He stopped breathing, took a glass of water, and ran out before continuing:" Obviously, your current state is related to your lost memory. , Or ... your memory has been replaced. "He extended his index finger and made a few virtual points towards me." You successfully built a false memory for yourself. This is the first step in treatment. Hmm ... ... although something went wrong during the period. "

It ’s a false memory, and I ’m really fed up with this set, but this old man is right about one thing, but it ’s not all right. I ’m normal, not “becoming normal”.

"Can a false memory completely replace a real memory?" I said in a deep voice: "This is impossible. As a psychologist, Dr. Ander, you should know this."

"Yes, you are right. Oh, you are a smart little guy. Generally speaking, a person's memory cannot be replaced completely, but a completely different self-world is constructed based on memory fragments and deep psychology. It ’s the value of this treatment. Boy, have you tried movie editing? Cut scenes, mix other materials, and re-edit into a completely different plot from the original movie-we successfully built a false memory, this result Evidence, are you not sitting in front of me? "Dr. Ander ’s face showed a fanatical look," Dr. Ruan said your condition has deteriorated, but it seems to me the opposite, this is just the first step of the treatment process. , But that's why she hates me. "

Such an answer is not convincing to me at all.

"If this is the case, then the use of the relevant memory fragments will at least make me feel familiar." I replied this way, "but I have no burning novels at all."

"No, no, you have, but you haven't noticed it yet. Ha ha, I just used a trick." Dr. Ande leaned back on the back of the chair and took a long breath. The first step is finally completed, and my theory is indeed correct ... "

His expression is so normal, without half exaggeration, falsehood and disguise, it seems like he has really done something incredible. This makes me feel annoyed, not because his tone, expression, and movements are suggesting that I have become a medical mouse. It is important that such hints are trying to make me feel that I am a mental patient who is treated in isolation. "It is true.

In order to break away from this emotion, I kept telling myself in the bottom of my heart that this is the first time I came to this ghostly place isolated from the world. Everything the people here do is just to confuse me, imprison me, don't make any conspiracy, they deprive me of the magic pattern by methods I don't know, and they also try to turn me into a disabled waste, a mental illness residue.

What's more, everything born here is just a dream for me.

Realistic dreams.

An illusion constructed by deep consciousness.

Side effects from taking the drug "paradise".

After being penetrated by those "real rivers", the dying scene produced when dying.

Maybe I am really preparing to take my last breath ~ www.readwn.com ~ But such a short time is enough for people to spend a long life in their dreams. I was desperately thinking like this-the last dream turned out to be such a nightmare, it really made people die.

In spite of this, I still can't get rid of the reality in this world and the old man in front of me. I feel that there are two diametrically opposite emotions, cognition, thinking or something that is tumultuously stirring, making my head seem to be stuffed into the microwave oven and will burst at any time. Dr. Ande said many things in front of me, but I haven't heard the sound for a while, just like sudden deafness, only to see his lips fit together. He ignored my silence, just as if he was talking to himself with excitement.

"... Of course, for the second step of the treatment, the fictional place and the real place in the memory must be exchanged. Before that, in order to make you not repel the true memory so much, I prepared something for this." Ander The doctor murmured the word "Ander's Game" while bending down, rummaging in the drawer, and later took out a data bag.

He dumped all the contents on the desk-a few forms, a diary, some photos. . ...

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