latent syndrome.

Chapter 110 109. City of Sails
East of Cook Strait, south of the Pacific Ocean.

The capital of sail, Auckland.

The morning sun covered the clouds and mist into this harbor city.

Green and rolling mountains, endless waves, oceanic climate, cool monsoon, and rented sailboats docked at the harbor.

In the seaside area far away from the urban area, the majestic lighthouse stands on the reef, and it seems to be motionless when the waves beat.

Trenton Mental Illness Rehabilitation Center.

This is a well-known hospital in New Zealand. Electroshock ECT treatment or other radical clinical treatment methods are avoided. Drugs are only auxiliary. It is advocated to overcome the recurrence of the scene by the patient and to achieve flexibility with the life experience of mental rehabilitation. rehabilitation.

In addition to accepting mentally ill patients, they will also provide hallucinogenic withdrawal services for some wealthy children. Of course, the fees are extremely high.

Constantly invested funds and word-of-mouth formed a virtuous circle. This place not only has a small artificial lake for fishing, but also has a variety of ball games. The patient dormitory can also see a pleasant sea view.

Office of the Superintendent of the Nursing Center.

He got a high-energy phone call, and this big shot wanted to talk to a psychiatric clinician here.

"You mean... Hugo?"

"Anderson Hugo?"

The dean was a little helpless, because the last time he made the same phone call, Hugo disappeared for more than half a month before returning, and he didn't know where he went.

As the main physician in the sanatorium, many family members of the patients heard his name through various channels and were only admitted to the hospital after learning about his many successful cases. Once he left, the benefits would drop sharply.

Although very reluctant, but the other party's energy is too great, it is not my little dean who can refute or make small moves, but at least wait until he finishes today's class.

A chess and card room in the sanatorium.

A mental patient in a blue-and-white striped hospital gown looked at the 24-hour schedule on the wall, and kept looking at it stupidly, his facial muscles twitching faintly.

[Alex, it's time for the consultation. 】

The female nurse wrote on the note and handed it to the man named Alex. He suffered from certain depersonalization and paranoid mental disorders, and was extremely unwilling to communicate, so he usually passed on notes.

But there is one thing that makes the female nurse feel strange, because when the consultation time is up every day, he is always extremely disturbed and even willing to speak.

"No... I won't go."

Alex stared at the form on the wall, which said 10:00 consultation, and he looked at the electronic clock beside him.

9:57:41
The red numbers kept beating, getting closer to ten o'clock every second.

He seemed to have entered some kind of trance, staring at the clock completely in a daze, his breathing was extremely rapid, his mouth turned white, and fine sweat oozes from his forehead.

"Alex? Alex?"

The female nurse suddenly became a little scared, and couldn't help taking out the sedative syringe from the tool box, fearing that he would suddenly explode.

In addition, she has also heard a lot of rumors about Hugo, not just Alex, almost all the patients treated by him are more or less resistant to consultation, and a small number of them are extremely disgusted or even... fearful, Alex is one of.

Because of confidentiality measures, outsiders are not allowed in when the doctor is talking with the patient, and they don't know what he is doing.

He is also a weirdo in life, and he never goes to the travel activities and various dinners organized by the hospital staff. He is extremely mysterious, as if he only lives in conversations and characters in various forms.

"It's almost ten o'clock, Alex."

The nurse reminded.

"I know I know."

Not sure if he was laughing, or some kind of twitch of fear, like a rodent's facial muscles convulsing.

She took the patient out of the chess and card room, and proceeded through the labyrinth-like sanatorium, finally.

Stepped into a secluded corridor.

There are no windows in this bottomless aisle, and every time you take a step, you can hear the sound of shoes pedaling on the ground, which is blocked by those lightless barriers and echoes.

blah blah blah...

Halfway through, Alex suddenly stopped in his tracks. He saw a picture on the wall, which said the attending physician Anderson Hugo, and various introductions. The head of the picture in a white coat was covered by shadows, making it difficult to see clearly. face.

thump.

Alex fell to his knees without warning, began to sob, hugged the female nurse's leg, and begged, "I'm healed...I'm healed, I want to go home...please gone."

His body was shaking, curled up like a frozen quail, every pore was tightly closed, and his fine hair stood on end.

The female nurse was a little stunned, not knowing what to do.

Until he even uttered a heart-piercing cry, which was all poured into the female nurse's cochlea under the heavy and thick wall barrier that could transmit echoes.

Right at this moment...

Squeak came.

It was the door of Hugo's office. It was slowly pushed open, and there was a rusty gasp from the expanded wooden door hinges.

"Come in, Alex."

Very kind words came from inside the door. The voice was about 40 years old, a little hoarse, but it had a strange and friendly magnetism. Even if you didn’t speak loudly, you could hear every word and imprint it in your heart .

To the surprise of the female nurse.

After hearing this, Alex wiped away his tears with his sleeve, stood up expressionlessly, and entered the door like a living dead.

boom!
The door was slammed shut.

The female nurse was startled, but she didn't care, and went back along the way she came.

Inside the office.

Hugo opened the blinds, allowing plenty of sunlight to shine in. From here, you can see the intersection of the ocean and the sky. The sound of seabirds and waves is very pleasant. The coming waves can't help but give people strength.

The seabirds flying in groups in the sky attracted Alex's attention and was captured by Hugo.

"Do you like these birds?"

Hugo closed the "Red and Black" on the table and asked.

"I envy them."

Alex replied.

"Is it."

"You don't have to do that at all, you're better than them."

"They're just weak creatures that need hordes, and you..."

"It's an eagle."

Because of his cowardly personality, Alex was always bullied by his classmates in the name of friends during school days, extorting some money or asking him to do something.Until one day on his birthday, these classmates came to his home to celebrate his birthday in the name of friends, but found his sister, controlled him, and raped his sister, and then his sister committed suicide. law.

But Alex will never forget that day, repeatedly suffering in the purgatory of regret and self-blame.

Hugo continued to add.

"You fought against the coldest mountains, against the harshest skies."

"Spread your wings and fly high on those huge rocks, hover in the sky, and draw huge circles."

"Honestly, I envy this strength, I envy this loneliness."

Hugo is about in his early 40s, with dark brown mid-length hair. Although he is clean-shaven, he still retains rough stubble. His face has been etched by the years, but he can still distinguish the handsome face of the past , blue eyes like the ocean, like... the gloomy deep sea.

"I've done what you said... Doctor Hugo, I've done it."

Alex sobbed.

At this time, Hugo wanted him to recall, recall that day in detail, all the details, whether it was on the sofa, or on the bed, or even on the floor, whether it was one person, or several people, whether it was in turn, or at the same time. How did he die? Arterial blood loss, internal organs crushed, or drowning and suffocation.

accurate.

more precise.

It is accurate to what she is doing every second, everyone's expression, the light at that time, whether she is crying, how many decibels, whether she resists or endures like a dead body.

Until the face of the corpse is clearly drawn with a brush, the scene of each frame is fully described.

To be so clear that you can even imagine a fully immersive experience.

Day after day, year after year.

Every time this time comes, Hugo will make him do the same thing.

His memory is extremely cruel, and has even formed a conditioned reflex, starting to reproduce the scene of that night for him in every detail.

"Then what do you feel?"

Hugo sat down on a chair and made a cup of tea for Alex. If he was a weak reed, let him wither, if he was a brave man, let him fight his own way.

"I don't know...no! I don't feel anything. I don't feel anything anymore."

He didn't know how to answer correctly, he just wanted to finish this daily routine as soon as possible.

"Is it……"

"People are separated from their own will. Even if I don't let you do this, deep in your soul, you still long to grasp the dream and take control of this illusory memory."

"You've wasted too much time in this smoky dream."

"This is a common problem of human beings."

"Remorse comes from the contradiction between cognition and behavior."

"Man does the cruelest things, but he has no cruel spirit."

"And the two slowly begin to unify in you, and you slowly begin to possess this spirit, a cruel spirit, and even treat yourself cruelly."

"Are you still afraid now, afraid of recalling that night?"

Hugo handed the tea to Alex while he flipped through the file. Today is indeed the time for the last of those people to be released from prison.

"No, doctor."

"I am scared of you."

As he said this, his face was a little frightened.

"Well...you're recovering very well."

"Now I'm going to see how you do next, and you'll even be able to leave the hospital today."

As Hugo said, as long as he has his certificate and signature, the patient can leave here at any time.

In hell of repetition.

Alex.

Finally heard... new words.

"I'll do my best, doctor."

With enthusiasm in his eyes, Alex took a sip of his tea. The chair was only half-occupied, and he sat upright with his hands on his knees.

"Such a long day."

"That dream, which is not imaginary, has caused you too much despair."

"And you made it through."

"The treasure filled in your heart is about to explode, and your mind has accumulated too many unopened ideas."

"Do you remember the faces of these people?"

Hugo handed him the picture of the prisoner.

Alex would never forget those faces, even when they were reduced to ashes.

But right now...

He feels no fear.

He has long been used to these faces, looking at them is like looking at a stone.

"I don't understand...doctor."

He was puzzled.

"These people are all released from prison, and some of them even have families, and I can provide you with their residences, and your answer will determine whether you are discharged from the hospital."

"Alex, do you want to take revenge on them?"

Hugo asked coldly.

this problem.

like lightning.

Through Alex's brain.

"Do not……"

"Do not……"

He hesitated extremely, what is the correct answer?He fell into panic again.

Hugo could feel the feeling of sorrow and pain spreading in him. He was oppressed by illusions in endless days and nights, and he felt uncomfortable all over his body. The fire of the whole universe was burning in his veins, and his soul was like coal buried in a boiler. Intoxicated boiling.

The smell of new things was too strong, and his mind began to faint, because he was about to cross that cursed night and start a new life.

"I wanted revenge, even on their baby."

Alex said with a blank face.

Hugo could feel it, the seriousness without laughter, the brutality of the flesh.

clap clap clap...

Hugo clapped.

"Your mind and body are completely in sync."

"You are healed."

……

……

……

It was evening, and the twilight red glow of the sky reflected the entire sky.

Alex left the nursing center wearing a suit and carrying a suitcase.

Hugo looked at his back.

He has completely overcome cowardice, illusion, and trembling flesh, and he has completely eradicated and uprooted the source of mental illness and corruption.

Complete recovery.

Reason no longer had any power over his actions, a blind instinct dictated his life.

This is the balance of cosmic coordination.

"Are you sure he's recovered? I just... thought he wasn't normal."

The female nurse couldn't help asking Hugo.

But Hugo ignored her at all, ignored her like a stone, and returned to the office.

What matters is not the cure.

Instead, live with pain.

Just sink to the bottom.

There is no pain that cannot be undone.

because.

Extreme pain, like extreme joy, cannot last because it is too violent.

He goes back to the office.

Found that the landline phone has a missed call.

He dialed back.

20 seconds later.

The phone was connected, as he expected, some things had to be dealt with.

"Check again, is the location Los Angeles?"

After getting an affirmative answer.

Hugo hung up the phone, he took off his white coat, and put on his own clothes, an inconspicuous gray leather jacket and extremely plain attire.

Finally he picked up a quaint pocket watch, put it in his inside pocket, left the office, and filled out a leave of absence application, which he didn't care if he didn't get any approval.

that's it.

Under the light of the seaside lighthouse, Hugo quietly left the sanatorium and headed for the airport.

It's a night in Auckland, the capital of sails.

The monsoon blows, the sails are blown, and they are hunting.

(End of this chapter)