It has been said that the first story that every child encounters is a fairy tale. Small·Say·· This is indeed the case, and today's parents play soft music when they are pregnant and read fairy tales to their bulging bellies for the sake of their children's IQ. The stories in every fairy tale book are beautiful, positive, and upsetting.

Fairy tales, no tragedy.

But who knows, in fact, fairy tales hide a lot of background stories that children don't understand at all? Yes, the prince did save the princess on a white horse; Cinderella also wore glass slippers and walked the red carpet arm in arm with the prince. At the end of every fairy tale, it is said that they lived a happy and beautiful life.

Only adults who have experienced the precipitation of life will know the bitterness behind fairy tales. After the prince and princess get married, it is far from the end of the story. That's the beginning of the story, I'm afraid. It's just the beginning, full of horror and misfortune.

This story, still the same sentence, believe it or not. When you grow up as a child, you will gradually understand that fairy tales are not as sweet as you imagined.

Introduction one

It's already spring, but the chill hasn't abated much. Recently, the climate of the earth has become more and more harsh. Dr. Blank got out of the car and tucked his bag under his armpit. He looked up at the sky, and there was no haze. The oppressive clouds weighed his heart down, and he scratched the back of his head and walked slowly into his clinic.

For some reason, he is a little confused today. Maybe it's because of a patient I recently took over. His condition was odd. No, it's not so much weird as it is that I don't know where to start.

The patient's illness was as difficult for him as the cold air that now covered the German sky. He had been a psychiatrist for 25 years, and it was the first time he had come into contact with such a strange patient and condition.

"Doctor, are you here?" The nurse stood at the reception desk and smiled at him, "You have an appointment this morning, and Madame Roger will bring little Roger over at 9:45." ”

"Got it, they're here and come directly into my office." Blank nodded, pushed the door open and walked into his office. He sat down in his chair and pulled out little Roger's medical records and looked at them again.

After a long time, he slowly shook his head. He sighed slightly. Sure enough, I still don't have a clue.

He rubbed his temples with his hands. At this moment, there was a slight knock on the door.

"Dr. Blank, Lady Roger has arrived." The nurse's sweet voice came through the door.

Blank put the medical records away, and then said, "Please come in." ”

A beautiful woman led a little boy who was only five or six years old and pushed open the door. The woman was about forty years old, and her face was full of tiredness from excessive anxiety. The originally beautiful face was also exhausted by anxiety. She was Madame Roger, the mother of her own little patient.

She held her son tightly, as if afraid that if she let go, he would disappear.

One of his patients was Roger, a six-year-old who was said to be smart, sensible and outgoing not long ago. But one day a month ago, he suddenly became autistic. Now he doesn't speak, and he doesn't seem to be able to hear anyone else. His gaze was unfocused, as if he had lost his vision. He was sluggishly led by his mother, like a marionette.

"You may be seated." Blank coughed and motioned for them to sit on the couch opposite. He sorted out the medical records below, and said with the last word of thought, "Madame Roger, according to my observations and tests on little Roger during this time. Little Roger didn't have any problems mentally. ”

"So what happened to my son? Why can't he see or hear, like his ears and eyes are failing? "Madame Roger was a little emotionally out of control.

Blanc looked at the medical records in his hand, "From the side, little Roger lost his father two years ago, although he was depressed for a long time. But in the end, it also came out of the shadows. This shows that his psychological tolerance is very strong, and he should surpass children of the same age by a lot. If it weren't for the terrible psychological barrier, it wouldn't have become like this. But I've tested it with all known test methods, and even hypnosis doesn't work. There is only one explanation left for this, and I am afraid it is not a psychological problem. It's the brain that's damaged. I suggest you take little Roger for an MRI to have a full brain check-up. ”

“mri？” Madame Roger nodded, "Okay, as long as you can cure your son, it doesn't matter if you are bankrupt." ”

Blanc shook his head, it was just a magnetic resonance, and it was also a few tens of euros, how could it be connected with bankruptcy. After sending the two away, he sat back in his chair and looked at little Roger's medical records and fell into deep thought again.

A few days later, in the morning, Blank walked into his clinic on time.

When the nurse saw him, she immediately said, "Doctor, Madame Roger has been waiting for you in the office for a long time. ”

He frowned, "I don't remember making an appointment with her. ”

"It is true that there is no appointment, and Madame Roger is standing at the door of the hospital early in the morning. She came in when I opened the door, and I told her that I had to make an appointment before I could schedule a time, and she wouldn't listen. The nurse was very aggrieved and stopped talking. To be honest, she was scared of little Roger's eyes, and although the little boy's eyes were always glazed, for some reason, those dull eyes like stagnant water always brought her a sense of danger. Maybe a woman's sixth sense really exists, she felt more than once that little Roger's thin body hid the soul of a monster.

Therefore, the duties she should adhere to as a nurse were flinched by Little Roger's dull gaze, and finally let the mother and son into the office in fear.

Blank rubbed his forehead, "Do I have any other appointments for the morning?" ”

"There's one at 11 o'clock." The nurse looked down at the schedule.

"Alright, I'll deal with little Roger first." Blank said and walked into the office.

On the sofa, Madame Roger was sitting with an anxious face. Little Roger, on the other hand, squatted motionlessly on the ground, holding a crayon in his right hand, drawing something on the floor.

Blank sat down at the back of the desk, looked at the mother and daughter, and asked slowly, "Madame Roger, what does the hospital say?" ”

"Here's a photo from an MRI." The woman stood up and placed a bag on her desk.

Dr. Blank took out the contents of the bag, and after reading them, sat quietly without saying a word. Fingers kept tapping on the tabletop.

The MRI diagnosis was simple, and there was nothing wrong with little Roger's brain. Could it be that his symptoms are still mental?

He thought for a long time before finally saying, "Madame Roger, I would like to visit your house once and see little Roger's room." His symptoms may be due to his surroundings. I wanted to see if I could find any clues to little Roger's sudden malfunction in his living environment. ”

Madame Roger couldn't wait to ask, "Can you go now?" My son's condition has worsened lately. ”

"Oh, in what way?" He asked.

"In many places, not only has he been silent these days, but he has also ...... "Madame Roger wants to say and stops" These are not a big deal. Anyway, I hope you can find out the cause of him, really, I'm going to break down if I continue like this. ”

She lowered her head and cried softly.

"I'll do my best. I'm afraid I won't be available today, and there are still a few patients to be treated. How about three o'clock tomorrow afternoon? Dr. Blank asked. He felt some sympathy for the beautiful woman in front of him, who had lost her husband two years ago, and now her son had strange autism. I must have been tormented inside.

As for little Roger, Blank's gaze shifted to the little boy. The boy kept drawing circles on the ground with crayons without a snort, relishing. Occasionally touching his gaze, for some reason, Blanc felt a chill run down his spine.

How would an adult subconsciously be afraid of a six-year-old child? Why is that? As a Ph.D. graduate from a well-known psychology university, it is indeed the first time. Did you subconsciously feel that the little boy was a threat?

It's ridiculous!

"Doctor, I can't wait that long. Wait any longer, I'm going to go crazy. Madame Roger scratched her long light red curly hair, and he vaguely saw that there seemed to be many scars on the back of the woman's neck, "Otherwise, you will come to my house at seven o'clock tonight." I'll cook a light meal, and you can stop by to see my son's room. ”

Dr. Blank looked at Madame Roger's tired and anxious face, and his heart softened, and he finally agreed. This beautiful young widow made him feel a little excited, and maybe he could do something beautiful after a light meal.

After dealing with the day's business, at half past five in the afternoon, he walked out of the clinic. I bought some small gifts on the street, and then drove slowly towards the suburbs.

Madame Roger lives northeast of Amber Town, which is sparsely populated, but the scenery is quite nice. Amber Town is named after Amber, Germany's national stone, but the amber stone here was mined hundreds of years ago. The current Amber Town is just one of the most common of Germany's 14,808 small towns.

He drove slowly and straight along the foot of the mountain. It is said that there are several abandoned amber mines not far away, and there are still small amounts of amber adulterated in them. It was a paradise for young people. It seems that the rumors are true, and there are many strange and fancy cars along the way, which are going to be lost at a deadly speed, and they don't care about car accidents at all.

Once upon a time, he was also chic and frivolous. But now he is no longer young, and even speeds above sixty yards will feel a little fast.

Dr. Blank was a little embarrassed, and when he drove to Madame Roger's house, it was almost seven o'clock. Fortunately, I arrived on time and didn't miss a point. Blank parked the car in front of the lawn and walked down the path. The lawn on the side of the road had not been mowed for a long time, and it looked cluttered. It even makes people feel a little weird for some reason.

It's this weird feeling again, what's wrong with me lately, I feel weird when I see the lawn. It's really not normal. He rubbed his temples vigorously, shaking the strange thought out of his mind.

When he came to the door, he rang the doorbell. The door opened immediately.

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