"So...... How long has he been like this? ”

The smell of disinfectant water filled the airtight office, and Lorenzo sat precariously behind, behind the desk in front of him was an aging woman.

This is the temporary base of the Montenegrin Hospital, they directly requisitioned some vacant houses in the old Dunling area and turned this place into a hospital, but although it is called a hospital, there are not many patients here, after all, most of the patients in the Montenegrin Hospital have some problems, they are in the suburbs.

Lorenzo is now in a stronghold that has less to do with demons, and the research here is relatively ordinary, so it is actually no different from a regular hospital.

"So he's been like this since you knew him?"

She flipped through the diagnosis records and wrote and drew on them, not forgetting to ask Lorenzo questions.

"Hmm...... He wasn't like this when I first met, and he knew clearly that Poirot's voice was just a hallucination, a mental insanity caused by a shipwreck. ”

Lorenzo turned his head as he spoke, and there was a large window hanging on the other wall of his office, and behind the window was a white hospital room, and Hercule was lying on the bed, I don't know if he was asleep or in a daze, motionless, like a corpse.

"Then he had a symptom from that point on, but it was not triggered until your last action. ”

When the woman understood, she continued.

"I said, has he been like this lately?"

Lorenzo looked at Hercule with some concern, it can be said that it was his reason that Hercule became like this, as one of his few friends, Lorenzo would come to see him in the next few days, and it was also at Lorenzo's request that Hercule was transferred here to receive the most formal treatment.

"Do you mean like a corpse? Almost, since we separated the chinchilla from him, the voice in his head has disappeared, and he is bored, and he just does nothing, and lies there. ”

The woman said as she remembered something, and continued.

"But don't worry, he's very good at entertaining himself, and the last time I talked to him, he told me that he was reminiscing about the past, and now he's reminiscing about the memory of being six years old. He's happy to be locked up here. ”

"Happy?"

Lorenzo began to think that Hercule was really crazy.

Yes, he said that he rarely had time to reflect on himself like this, looking back on his past self, having spent so many years in a hurry, and now looking back, he felt like he was looking at another person's memory, strange, terrified...... He didn't recognize himself as he remembered himself. ”

The woman raised an eyebrow, she didn't quite know how to describe it, it was the first time in her long career that she had encountered such an interesting case as Hercule.

"Sounds terrible. Lorenzo said.

"Indeed, but it is normal, everyone is like this, under the baptism of time, it has become unrecognizable, I don't believe you can also look back, Mr. Holmes, think about your past, and you will find that you have become another stranger. ”

Lorenzo fell silent in the face of the woman's words, she was right, and sometimes Lorenzo was shocked that the child who once wandered on the banks of the Tiber could now become such a terrible monster...... It's hard for anyone to believe this kind of thing.

"Lorenzo!"

A faint sound came from behind the window, and a carp in Hercule sat up, threw himself in front of the window, and slammed the glass hard.

"Oh, the corpse has spoken, do you want to talk to him?"

The woman asked.

"Open the door. Lorenzo said.

......

"Lorenzo!

As soon as he pushed the door open, Hercule hugged Lorenzo, and judging by the strength of the hug and the tragic voice, this time Hercule was sincere.

"You look pretty good, alive. ”

Seeing that Hercule was so energetic, Lorenzo didn't worry much about him, anyway, he couldn't die for the time being, and Lorenzo was thinking about whether he should go home now.

"It's alright, so when can I leave, and where is Poirot?"

Hercule sat back on the bed, his attitude awkward.

"I feel like I'm a guinea pig here, being played around by these guys. ”

"You are indeed a guinea pig, and if it weren't for my strong dissuasion, you might have been sliced. ”

Lorenzo remembered the excitement of Dean Abigail before, and it can be said that the attitude of these doctors worried Lorenzo the most, he was afraid that if he didn't take care of it one day, Hercule would let people slice it.

Think about it, these doctors have few ethics and morals, they study demons and humans every day, and many weapons against demons have been unearthed from bloody experiments, if it weren't for Lorenzo, Lorenzo feels that he has been pressed on the operating table and studied.

"It's not you!"

Hercule's voice was raised, and every day he spent here made him regret his decision even more.

"Okay...... So, the doctor said you were schizophrenic. ”

Lorenzo remembered what the woman had said to herself, and after so many days of testing and diagnosis, they had preliminarily confirmed Hercule's illness, that he was schizophrenic, that one consciousness was divided into Hercule and Poirot, and that terrible memory seemed to be only a by-product of the disease.

"I, how is this possible! It must be some kind of erosion!"

Hercule couldn't believe it, he could only blame the problem on erosion, he knew this, this thing can affect a person's consciousness.

"No, the erosion just triggers your symptoms. ”

The woman's voice rang out, and she calmly walked in with a notebook.

"Mr. Holmes is better off so that we don't need guards or anything to control him. ”

The woman looked at Lorenzo and continued to Hercule.

"Hercule, do you remember what you told us? about your shipwreck, that you were lost in the sea, that you were attached to a chinchille, and that when you were on the verge of death, you heard the chinchiller talking to you, and the voice was talking to you, until you were rescued. ”

Hercule was silent for a moment, then nodded, affirming this.

The woman sighed helplessly.

"Don't you realize what's the problem? You had a sickness when you were shipwrecked, but you classified it as a hallucination. As you said, the chinchilla is long dead, dried by the sun.

The reason why you didn't have such symptoms later was because you healed yourself...... I can only guess for the time being, after all, we can't pry your head off. ”

"If I say that, I have been schizophrenic for a long time, but I have recovered myself and have taken Poirot's voice as a hallucination...... So why am I sick again?"

Hercule asked.

"Didn't you say that, erosion, maybe it's causing your illness again...... And it's actually quite simple to prove that. ”

The woman asked, looking at Lorenzo as she spoke.

"Do you remember what I told you before? Mr. Holmes. ”

Lorenzo nodded, and then looked at Hercule with bad intentions, but Hercule didn't notice this at all, probably he didn't think that this would be the case, and he would be sold by Lorenzo again.

This kind of mood is very delicate, like it has been tragically like this, how miserable can it be?

Hercule was still too naïve.

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The woman clapped her hands, the paramedics pushed open the door, and they pushed a small cart in, on which was placed a cage, only one side was barbed wire, and the rest was sealed, and it was dark and blurry inside, and it was impossible to see the specifics, but it could be known from the constantly wriggling shadow that there was a chinchilla locked up inside.

"Hercule!"

"Poirot!"

Poirot's voice rang out, and Hercule responded excitedly.

One man and one mouse, with teary eyes, quite a sense of the heart of the reunion after the holiday, unfortunately this meeting scene did not last long, the woman suddenly stood up, she did not know where to take out a scalpel, and stabbed hard in front of Hercule.

Hercule froze, the sound of steel intertwining, the murmur of a chinchilla in the loud pitch, and then all fell silent.

Poirot's voice was gone.

"What the!"

Hercule was furious, he raised his fist and was about to smash it at the woman, but he was stopped tightly by Lorenzo, the witch hunter was infinite, and he controlled Hercule like pincers, and he was powerless to struggle, and he couldn't move forward for half a minute.

"Calm down, Hercule. Lorenzo said.

"How do you calm me down! That bastard killed Poirot. Hercule was furious.

The woman was still calm, she said lightly.

"Didn't Poirot already die once? It's the first generation, and the second generation I just killed, so there's always a third generation to take its place, isn't it?

No, there are no generations at all, Poirot is yourself and another you all the time. ”

"What did you say!"

Hercule yelled.

Then the woman stepped out of the way, revealing the cage behind her, and saw that the scalpel was stuck in the edge of the cage, and did not stab the chinchilla at all, and the chinchilla was hiding in the corner and shivering.

"Help, Hercule!"

By this time Hercule could hear Poirot's voice again, which made his anger soothe slightly.

"So I'm guessing it's asking you for help?"

The woman smiled, but the smile became terrible in Hercule's eyes, like the demons.

"Mr. Holmes. ”

The woman opened the cage as she spoke, and Lorenzo playfully let go of Hercule.

Before the chinchilla could emerge from its cage, Hercule rushed over, fished it out, and held it tightly, lest someone snatch it away again.

"Hercule!"

"Poirot!"

Two more cordial shouts, of course, Lorenzo and the woman could only hear the Poirot shouted by Hercule, and Lorenzo couldn't help but cover his eyes when he saw this, and he had a feeling of witnessing strange love.

But like many people's love, it was beautiful at the beginning, but gradually it deteriorated.

Hercule kindly kneaded Polo's cosy fur, but it soon became apparent that something was wrong.

"Poirot......

Hercule said suspiciously, and at this time Poirot couldn't make any sound, it seemed to turn back into an ordinary chinchille, no sound, just honestly stayed in Hercule's arms, and it was at this time that Hercule found out that this was not Poirot at all, this was another chinchilla.

"How...... What's going on?"

Hercule was completely stunned, and the successive emotional ups and downs made it a little difficult for him to think about the current situation for a while.

"See? Hercule, this thing is just a medium that guides you to the emergence of Poirot's consciousness, when I 'kill' the chinchilla, you subjectively judge that Poirot is dead, so you can't hear it, and when I show you that the chinchillo is alive, you can hear it again.

And now, you realize that the chinchilla in front of you is not your one at all, and Poirot is gone again. ”

Hercule was completely silent, unable to refute anything before this real evidence.

"You're really sick, but the good news is that as long as the chinchilla doesn't appear in front of you, the other consciousness will continue to sleep. The woman said.

"Why...... Will it be?"

Hercule could only believe what the woman said now, but he still couldn't believe his strange illness.

"Shipwrecks made this?"

"I'm afraid it's not just that, you must know that normal people's schizophrenia will be very chaotic, and they don't have the ability to have a super memory...... You are a very special case. ”

"What do you want to say?" asked Hercule.

"It's probably something to do with demons. ”

The woman picked up the case and flipped through it, and there was a piece of paper on it, a report from the purification agency.

"Do you remember where you were outcast?"

"I can't remember exactly, and it's strange to say, but I can remember everything clearly, except that the shipwreck is very vague. ”

Hercule calmed down, he remembered the past, the story of the past was so clear, except for the shipwreck, as if an unknown force had loomed over it, twisting its original appearance into a shape that was difficult to see.

This time Hercule looked ready for treatment, and became as calm as Lorenzo had when he first met him.

"Really, then, let me tell you, the purifier has investigated your past, and found your route at that time, and inferred from the location of the accident and the direction in which you are likely to be, if nothing else...... You drift up to the sea of silence, and then you float out again with shit luck. ”

"Silent Sea?"

Hercule's expression changed, and he couldn't say whether it was fear or excitement, but it was so complicated that he felt that his illness was not so important for a moment.

"Yes, Silent Sea, in this way, you have brushed shoulders with death at least twice. ”

The woman complimented.

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