“…… Perhaps related to his childhood, the patient was very wary of outside contact. On the one hand, his past experiences have made him sleek, mature and steady, and on the other hand, his self-esteem has made him accustomed to hiding his heart, which is a self-protection mechanism that cannot be recognized by him, and there may be other unknown reasons......"

"It is difficult to pinpoint exactly when this protective personality came into being. Similar to other protective personalities, his raison d'être is to protect his host personality from harm, and there is no doubt that he has a certain tendency to violence, but unlike other protective personalities, this tendency to violence is controllable and self-controlled by the second personality, and he seems to have an intellect that other protective personalities do not have, which is so rare that it can also be defined as a rational personality......"

"His greatest characteristic is to protect...... This kind of injury usually comes from the outside, but the patient's situation is more special, his injury comes from within, from his own depression. As we all know, depression is not entirely psychological, and its damage to the body and mind cannot be solved with a few words of comfort. The severe physical pain and dangerous self-destruction that come with the onset of the symptoms suggests that the second personality is gradually protective......"

“…… If, as you deduce, the patient's depression stems from his 'job' and his 'way of working', then the best solution is to get him to 'quit', but this is probably counterproductive. ”

“…… The current existence of a second personality keeps the patient's mental and physical state in a delicate and fragile balance, and no one can say for sure how long this seemingly fragile balance will be maintained. ”

“…… The current Theorod is a 'fake', the real Theorod is the Phantom, and we have no way of knowing when they will become one again. ”

In winter, Los Angeles is often covered in a layer of smoke and rain, and the cold rain beats on the glass windows, bringing a little chill to the silent room, Herman looks up at the window, through the hazy curtain of water on the window, faintly see the black clouds that crush the city. It was an oppressive sight, and he turned his head to gaze at the paper in his hand.

The analysis had been faxed from across the ocean in the early hours of this morning, while he was still asleep, and the sixteen pages of documents had been quietly printed out by a fax machine that had been set up to receive them, and he found them lying there quietly in the morning.

Grant, who graduated from medical school, not only has a good memory, but can write tens of thousands of words when writing academic reports and papers, of course, his major is mainly brain, and psychiatry is not his field of expertise, but he knows a lot of successful people in medicine, plus his younger brother died of depression, and there is always some research on mental illness, please consult a psychiatrist, and this report was produced.

Remove the useless embellishments and the flowery rhetoric that this guy has developed since he was a child and write with a bad habit of selling his writing, to put it simply, Theolod's disease, in my opinion, is difficult to treat, you can do it yourself.

With Theorod's posture of acting and not wanting to die, at this moment he may have already entered the play too deeply, as Grant said, the real Theorod has become a phantom, he has turned himself into a phantom, he can't get out, so his second personality has to stand up.

How do you wake him up? Herman believed he would recover himself after the shoot was over, and as he had done every time before, the guy who was so secretive never wanted to tell him the truth. But what if there is an accident? who else can pull him back? his "defender" second personality? his only relative, Maggie? or ...... Nathaniel Popper?

No, he's not important enough.

Herman thinks so, after all, as a person who has come before, he knows that the relationship between the two is not equal. Theolod had already put acting in a position more important than his life, and Herman did not judge what position Natl held in his heart, but he knew that this position could never be more than acting.

Once someone puts their life in a low position, the courage to commit suicide is far easier than the courage to live, especially when the person is still suffering from depression. Not everyone has the courage to commit suicide, but for people with depression, living is more terrible than dying, they can no longer find their reason for existence, they think that their existence is a trouble and a burden for everyone, for the world, not to mention that they have to endure physical pain.

Herman thought Theolod's condition was precarious, and he even wanted to fly to England to drag the boy back, but he couldn't, because he had just calmed down the irritated Mr. Pope just a few days ago, and if he had left for England because of this report, someone would have made a lot of trouble and be heard by the sensitive media......

No, think about it from another angle, and it is not impossible for the media to know Theorod's mental state, as long as this "whistleblower" is not him. According to Nattel's character, if things are serious, even if he will be resented by Theorod, he will jump out and confess the fact that the little actor needs to rest.

Hermann stood by the window like a statue and pondered for a long time, and finally decided to take out his mobile phone and dial a number: "Mr. Pope, let's make a long story short, I believe I have something here that will interest you very much, it is about Mr. Lechte's ......"

After the last scene before Christmas, Theolod returned to his apartment and prepared to leave for his home. As a result, he saw someone at the door of the apartment again, and he suddenly smiled: "Ah, Mr. Miller, I met you again, I didn't expect to see you everywhere." But we may not be able to get along well for a while, because I'm flying back to Los Angeles soon. ”

"Unfortunately, that's true, I've always thought we'd be quite fated, why don't you let me take you to the airport?" Grant smiled as elegantly as ever.

"I'm afraid Marshall has already arranged a special car for me. ”

"That's right, if you look at the license plate number of this car, I think you should be able to remember who your driver is. ”

“……”

Theorod glanced at the license plate number and said no more, as if intending to close his eyes as soon as he got into the car. Grant also thought that he would not pay attention to him anymore, but when the car just drove onto the airport highway, Theorod, who was sitting in the back seat, suddenly said: "I don't know when you became so familiar with Marshall." ”

"I'm very well connected. ”

Theolod didn't say much, which made Grant feel like he had hit cotton with a fist, thinking that Theorod had noticed something, but the other party just opened his mouth and didn't talk about it, so he took a breath and had no choice but to hold it back, and almost took the initiative to find a topic, but soon he reacted again, and he was clearly a sign of weakness.

This little bastard is so cunning, what about the "facial paralysis" personality that he says? After all, the guy named Theorod Lecht is the same.

After more than 12 hours on the plane, Theolod finally arrived at Los Angeles International Airport. The long-distance flight almost exhausted his already sluggish spirit, and after wearing sunglasses, he was able to get into a comfortable business car under the leadership of Nattle, who he hadn't seen for a long time.

Natel had already arranged for someone to take Maggie to the villa in advance, so he didn't have to worry about Theorod, he even had the Christmas tree ready, and waited for Theorod to come home and decorate the Christmas tree with Maggie and buy Christmas gifts together. Along the way, neither Theorod nor Natel spoke first, and Natel was also calm, he couldn't see Theorod's expression behind the sunglasses clearly, probably thinking that he was closing his eyes and recuperating, so he didn't bother.

However, when they arrived at the door of the villa, Natel was just about to wake up Theolod who had been "closing his eyes and recuperating" all the way, and the other party stood up at the moment of parking, naturally took off his sunglasses, and calmly threw down a sentence: "I thought all the way, I think we should break up, Natel, this is unwise." I went in first and remembered to take my luggage off when I parked the car. ”

"......???" Natel was completely stupid, and before he could react in a hurry, someone in the back seat directly pushed open the door and got out of the car. It didn't take long for him to hear the warm greetings of Maggie and Theolod from the villa, and he also knew that at this time, Natel realized that he seemed to be "broken" up?

excuse me？？？

Natel was so angry that he almost pulled off the steering wheel, yes, there was no sadness, no grief, no despair, no heartbreak, all the emotions were tangled in the bottom of his heart and finally all burned into flames of anger - why did he dare to say such a thing for Theorod with this mouth?! Yes, Natel would never believe that it was his "Theo" who wanted to break up with him.

It took Natel a long time to calm himself down, and he told himself to calm down, so he drove the car into the garage and walked into the house with his luggage, only to see the guy who wanted him to be beaten up on the bed, because, according to Maggie, he had jet lag when he went upstairs to sleep.

You can't fool the kind Maggie, you don't have the habit of jet lag when you promote movies around the world before, which obviously means you don't want to see him. Nattel, who behaved like a good baby in front of Maggie, made Maggie a pot of hot tea, turned up the temperature of the floor heating, and quietly ran upstairs to Theorod's master bedroom while Maggie was watching TV.

"Theorod, we neealk......" He said as he pushed open the door, and when he saw someone really nesting on the bed, his brows furrowed even tighter, and he acted like it, did he even take off his clothes? He kicked the clothes and pants that were thrown on the ground, rolled up his sleeves directly, strode forward, and lifted Theorod's quilt, "Theorod Lecht, you get up for me and don't play again!"

“…… Hmm...... What are you doing......" Theolod, who was wearing only cotton short sleeves and panties, suddenly lost his warm quilt and was yelled at again, and he frowned reflexively, still in a light sleep, and curled up his toes, moaning dissatisfied.

"You...... Really rested?" said Nattel, with a little more hesitation in his skeptical tone, as he put down his glass and slowly covered Theolod's long, straight legs.

“…… I'm so tired...... "He muttered, snatching the quilt straight from Nattel's hand with his left hand, wrapping himself up, leaving only his black-dyed hair messily exposed like a black swan's feathers.

Looking at the messy head hair, Natel involuntarily stretched out his hand, and the warm fingertips slowly swirled down from the vortex on the top of Theolod's head to the base of his neck, and so on, like **. “…… That...... What about the breakup?" he whispered as he sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing a handful of Theorod's hair.

It took a long time for Theorod to react: "...... What breakup?...... Are you going to break up? I don't want ......."

His sleepy voice was like maltose with milk, sweet to his teeth.

Nattel's fingertips paused slightly, then returned to normal, stroking the soft hair again. "If you say no, don't, my Theo. Natel lay on his side beside Theolod and imprinted a kiss on top of his head.

For a long time, so long that Natel was almost asleep, Theorod in his arms suddenly muttered in a muttered voice:

"Butneealk, Nate," he muttered, but Natel could clearly discern the seriousness in his tone, "I need to know why you suddenly wanted to break up......

"......???" No, Theo, you listen to his explanation, he really can't carry this pot, isn't it really him who broke up, don't you get me wrong!

The author has something to say: I haven't updated the corpse for a long time, which proves that I haven't forgotten this article.

I think there's a little theater here where every time Rod shows up and meets Nattell, he says: Let's break up/divorce 166Reading.com