Jonathan Friedman listened to Simon's account of his nine months in a psychiatric hospital, and his brow furrowed in surprise.

Hollywood, a vanity fair that is easy to make people go up and down, there are actually a lot of stars with mental problems, and there are even more celebrities who often enter nursing homes to rehab addiction under the banner of treating mental problems.

Few of them, however, are serious enough to require nine months of treatment in a psychiatric hospital like Simon's.

After Simon finished speaking, Jonathan Friedman looked at the teenager opposite and asked, "So, Simon, you're okay now, right?"

Although the other twelve consciousnesses fell silent, the memories of these people still remained in their minds. To be fair, Simon really doesn't know if he'll have problems in the future.

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

Moreover, Jonathan can also understand why Simon took the initiative to mention it to him today.

Hollywood doesn't actually have any prejudice against people with mild mental illness in the circle, as long as it doesn't affect the work, everyone may only think that this person has some quirks. However, for the seriously mentally ill, Hollywood, and even the whole society, although most people are sympathetic, they inevitably show a discriminatory attitude of respect.

As far as Simon is concerned, through the teenager's recent performance, Jonathan has no doubt that he will achieve something in Hollywood in the future.

Therefore, if Simon's past is used by someone with a heart and hyped up in the media in the future, it is likely to have a serious impact on his personal image. Even, if Simon's mental problems recur, the results would be even worse.

With this concern, 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, first thing, I hope you can help me block the public events that Fox has arranged for the promotion of "The Butterfly Effect" in the next period of time, as well as possible interview invitations from the media, I hope that the later I appear in the public eye, the better." ”

"That's fine, I'll do my best to help you block these things," Jonathan nodded in agreement, remembering the contents of the newspaper, and smiled again, "So, you must have changed your name because of this, right? ”

Simon just laughed and didn't say anything.

Jonathan didn't pursue it, but he couldn't help but feel that the young man opposite should still be hiding a lot of secrets.

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

Simon said, "I want to go back to San Francisco and get my old medical records back. ”

In fact, this is the main intention of Simon to come to see Jonathan out of the blue.

Simon has always been a little glad that this body was 'afflicted' with schizophrenia, not split personality.

If Simon had been in a state of split personality at the time, twelve souls from more than thirty years later would take turns taking over the body, saying and doing things without knowing the situation.

Then, even if Simon is not sent to some messy research institute, he can still leave the mental hospital smoothly, and the words that 'he' has said and done will definitely bury countless unpredictable hidden dangers for him in the future.

But even so, Simon, who was once in a state of schizophrenia, will inevitably show a lot of flaws because his mind is shoehorned into the other twelve consciousnesses. Many of these flaws were recorded in his medical records.

Jonathan naturally couldn't have known Simon's true intentions in trying to retrieve his medical records, but he also very much agreed with Simon's actions.

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, in the absence of this most solid evidence, Simon will have too much room to maneuver.

Thinking about this, Jonathan quickly said: "That's it, Simon, tomorrow I will ask Owen to accompany you to a trip to the old gold SX, but he refused: "Joe, I want to go alone, you just need to borrow me a car." I'll leave right away, and if it goes well, I'll be back tomorrow afternoon. ”

Jonathan wanted to say something, but seeing Simon's resolute expression, he didn't say anything more, got up and said, "Then, follow me." ”

Leaving the office, Jonathan said a few words to Owen Wright, 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, and Jonathan pointed to a gray Ford sedan with a normal style, and said, "This is Owen's car, you just drove over there." I won't lend you my car. ”

Simon nodded, naturally understanding Jonathan's intentions.

Jonathan's car is a Mercedes-Benz 500SEC, the latest model of this era, Simon left Watsonville for just over a month, and suddenly drove back in a luxury Mercedes-Benz, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no extraneous branches.

After Jonathan finished speaking, he motioned for Simon to get into the car, and he also opened his Mercedes 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 told Simon to wait, walked into the bank by himself, came back a moment later, got into the passenger seat of the Ford car, handed Simon two stacks of bills, and said, "It's $20,000, I think you should be able to use it." ”

When Simon saw Jonathan park his car in front of the bank, he probably understood the agent's intentions, and originally planned to refuse, but after thinking about it, he still accepted the money.

Saying goodbye to his agent, Simon drove the gray Ford sedan west through downtown Los Angeles, onto Highway 1 in California, and along the coastline all the way north.

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

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

Staying at a motel in the small town of Watsonville, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

Before he left for Los Angeles, Simon had already called to make an appointment.

After a night's rest in Watsonville, Simon arrived at the psychiatric hospital on the outskirts of town at ten o'clock the next morning.

As a public psychiatric hospital that needs federal financial subsidies for most cases, the Watsonville Psychiatric Hospital, which has some ideas about housing construction, still looks so gloomy and cold.

Simon waited patiently outside the office of Dr. Henry Chapman, the attending physician, for a while, and the nurse told him that he could enter.

Dr. Chapman was surprised that Simon had returned so soon, and as soon as they met, he asked Simon with concern what was wrong.

Simon naturally had no problem, and briefly exchanged a few words with Dr. Chapman, feeling a faint tinkling sound in his ears, and asked, "Henry, has this been being renovated recently?"

Seeing that Simon didn't show any abnormality in his words, Dr. Chapman relieved himself and shook his head and explained softly: "Last Wednesday a patient put the bed up and hung himself up, which happened to be discovered by other patients, and two more patients learned to do it a few days later. Three people are dying in a row, and the hospital is nailing all the beds to the floor. ”

When Simon heard this, he was a little silent.

The patients in the psychiatric hospital are very sympathetic, but as a doctor, especially in a public psychiatric hospital, the pressure is also very high.

The patient's suicide was not meant to be confided in casually as a visitor to him, and Dr. Chapman spoke of it both as a friend and as a desire to confide in him in such a depressing environment.

The atmosphere was quiet for a moment, but Dr. Chapman opened his mouth first and asked, "Simon, since you don't have any problems, why did you come here today?"

Simon slightly organized his words and said, "Henry, that's right, if possible, I hope to take my original medical records file." ”

"Oh," Dr. Chapman replied, but there was no strangeness in his expression, "Simon, do you have $500?"

Simon was stunned, a little confused, but quickly pulled out $500 from the envelope in his backpack and handed it to Dr. Chapman.

"Well, you wait here for a moment. ”

Dr. Chapman took the money, put it in his pocket, said a word to Simon, and left the office.

Simon watched Dr. Chapman leave, still puzzled.

However, Simon did not question Dr. Chapman's intention to ask him for $500. He still had confidence in Dr. Chapman's character. In the process of changing his name, this kind-hearted middle-aged man also took half a day off to drive him to the district court to attend the name change hearing.

Before coming to Watsonville, if it wasn't for the agent who took the initiative to lend him $20,000, Simon would have only planned to bring some change saved during this time for travel expenses.

After a few minutes, Dr. Chapman returned, handed Simon a thick file bag, and said, "Simon, take it." ”

Simon took the file bag in his hand, but he couldn't help but look at the middle-aged doctor who had already moved to the desk and sat down again.

Dr. Chapman noticed Simon's puzzled look, smiled, and said, "I won't ask why you took these things." Actually, you're not the first person to want to do this. The $500 was for Wesley in the Archives. That way, even if someone asks about it later, he will say that the file is missing. ”

Simon Mo rubbed the brown paper edge of the file bag and said, "Henry, won't there be any problems?"

Dr. Chapman shook his head, gave him a reassuring look, and said, "Simon, in a public psychiatric hospital like ours, the situation is even worse, and no one will care if you lose one or two people." However, in addition to this file, I will also provide a report on your condition to Stanford every month while you are in the hospital, and if you want to get this information back, you will have to go to Palo Alto. Oh, and one more thing, those reports are all written by your original name. ”

Simon nodded, he actually remembered that.

However, the monthly reports are only a brief overview of his treatment and do not cover some of the details that Simon wants to shy away. Therefore, Simon has no intention of wasting time on those materials.

After a few words of conversation, Dr. Chapman got up again and said, "Well, Simon, I'll send you out, there's nothing to do here." ”

Simon nodded, loaded the file bag into his backpack, and the two of them left the office together.

On the way to the parking lot, Dr. Chapman asked how he was doing.

Simon didn't hide it, but briefly recounted the events of this time, and took out the Los Angeles Times to show Dr. Chapman.

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

Leaving Watsonville, Simon drove along California's Highway 1 for more than an hour, stopped on a deserted coast, set the medical records on fire with his own hands, made sure that all the paper had been reduced to ashes, and picked up the fly ash mixed with the sediment and scattered it into the sea, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

The past is completely annihilated.