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Chapter 1015, 1010. Memories (Seeking monthly votes for perfect attendance!)

Marx and Engels did not hide their opinions, saying:

"Yes, I heard someone knocking on the door and someone calling my name."

Kania gave a few instructions to Elysium beside her, then walked directly to Marne's side:

"Come with me for a moment."

Then she led Ma En to the door and pushed it open.

There was nothing outside.

But she didn't stop. Instead, she led Ma En out of the activity room, avoided the pedestrians on the street, and found a corner where no one would disturb him.

She looked at Marne with some sadness:

“I originally wanted you to start some rehabilitation training to help you avoid these hallucinations as much as possible so as not to reverse the effects of our treatment over the years, but it seems that your condition is more serious than we thought.”

"I'll ask you a few questions. If you feel uncomfortable, you can tell me immediately, or I can stop asking you questions at any time. We're not in a hurry to figure everything out today, okay?"

Marx and Engels said confidently:

"Okay, you can ask me anything. I will try my best to remain calm."

Kania nodded encouragingly:
"Very well, I'd like to ask you first if you know why you're here?"

Marne raised his eyebrows:
"Because I have a mental illness?"

Seeing that his mental state was alright, Kania continued to ask:
"Well, but I want to ask about more details. Do you know what triggered your problem, what made you start seeing hallucinations and hearing all sorts of strange sounds?"

"do you remember?"

Marx and Engels shook their heads:

"I do not remember."

Kania took a deep breath, then placed her hand on Marne's shoulder:
"To put it simply, your illness is schizophrenia. The main symptoms are hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, memory confusion, and all sorts of delusions. This is largely related to your genes, but it also depends on external stimuli."

"What triggered your illness was a major shock. Do you recall anything about it?"

Although Marx and Engels did not need her patient guidance, they did not appear overly eager either:

"No, what's wrong?"

Kania then dared to say:

"Here's the thing, you have a relative who sadly passed away in an accident, and it seems that you were already overwhelmed by the pressure when she passed away and developed schizophrenia. It took your friends a long time to discover this, which made your mental health issues quite severe."

"We have already invited the best priests to exorcise you, and Dr. Qin has also guided you through several cutting-edge and professional treatments, which has helped you recover a lot and even allowed you to face your past."

"Until two days ago, I'm really sorry, we don't know how this happened. They shouldn't have had any way to sneak into the hospital. We've also started an investigation into the pastor on duty at the time."

"But the situation is that a demon somehow got in and possessed you. Of course, we asked the most professional priest to perform an exorcism again and eliminated the demon inside you."

"But it seems to have exacerbated your problem again, and now it even seems to have awakened your hallucinations, considering that you hadn't had any major problems for a long time before it slipped in."

Marx and Engels asked:

"So, the family member I lost was my sister?"

Upon hearing this, Kania's expression grew even more sorrowful and somber, and she fell into deep hesitation.

Seeing this, Mar and Eng encouraged him gently, saying, "It's alright, I can handle it."

Hearing this, Kania hesitated before saying:

"If you think what I'm saying is outrageous and you don't want to accept it, you can just treat it as false. You don't have to take what I'm saying seriously. You can just choose to believe the facts you want to believe."

"After all, you were the one who experienced these things firsthand, and what I know may not be the truth. So no matter how bad what I say is, you don't have to take it seriously, okay?"

Mar and Eng nodded and said:
"of course."

Then, she slowly said:
"First of all, as far as I know, you have no brothers or sisters, and the one who died should be your wife."

Marne looked at her with a somewhat blank expression:
"My wife? I don't even remember having a wife?"

Seeing that Marne remained calm, Kania breathed a slight sigh of relief.
"It's okay. This may not be a bad thing for you. As long as you cooperate with our treatment and exorcism, I believe you will soon be able to face your past again and have the courage to start a new life."

"Now that you understand the situation, I hope you can come back to the ward with me. You need to rest for a while, and I will get you some medicine."

Ma En could sense that some eyes were on him from afar:
"Of course, I will cooperate with the treatment, but I want to find out about my wife's condition first. I have absolutely no memory of her. Can you tell me her name and specific appearance?"

"I want to try and see if I can remember anything."

Kania paused for a moment, then slowly said:

"I have never seen your wife in person, but she looks very beautiful in the photos. She may be the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life. There should be a photo of her on your bedside table."

"Her name is..."

The blinding sunlight streamed through the window into Marne's eyes, but his body was too sluggish to avoid it.

“…Marne.” The woman walked up behind him. “What are you looking at?”

Maren felt that his body no longer belonged to him, and his mouth began to open and close on its own:

"sun."

The woman reached out and ruffled his hair.
What's so interesting about the sun?

Marne did not answer, but silently continued to gaze at the sun. The scorching sunlight did not harm his eyes, but he could not see anything either.

At this moment, the same question arose in Maren's mind as in the woman's.

What's so interesting about the sun?

"What would you like for breakfast?" A woman's voice drifted behind me, like a phantom. "I recently developed a steamed egg custard recipe, and I'm quite satisfied with it. Would you like to try it?"

"Either is fine," Marne replied.

He tried to turn his stiff body to see what was making that sound, but he was like a corpse trapped in a heavy coffin, unable to touch the world of the living.

Half a minute after he finished answering, the sounds of refrigerator doors opening and closing, and kitchen utensils clanging and clattering began to come from behind him. These sounds blended together as if a banquet was being held. For a moment, Ma En even felt that there were more than a dozen figures walking back and forth behind him, and the air behind him became warmer than the sun because of the noise.

Long, long afterward...

A gentle female voice could be heard faintly:
"Breakfast is ready, Marne."

　Quick tip: Schizophrenia is not multiple personality disorder.

　　(End of this chapter)