At a glance, there are more than 20 buildings in the residential area, among which the humanoid "system" and the central fountain are the most conspicuous and calming places. The humanoid "department" says that the people here are mentally ill, and the building where they are located also exudes a gloomy and crazy smell from the outside. This kind of gloom and madness is often characteristic of mental patients in the eyes of ordinary people, but I know that this is actually a prejudice. Not every mentally ill person is gloomy and insane, and not every mentally ill person will be in a state of seizures for a long time, the reason why mentally ill people are different from ordinary people is essentially the difference in the psychological level, but there are also many due to physiological diseases and defects, leading to functional differences in perceiving things and judging things.

Mentally ill people who are truly aggressive and extremely abnormal often express a worldview and moral outlook that is different from ordinary people, so they often produce stubbornness that is different from ordinary people in aspects that ordinary people think are insignificant, and then contradict ordinary people, and eventually turn into violence. More strictly, it is based on their own physiological mechanisms and functional abnormalities, resulting in an almost instinctive aggression. This is the most common case of an aggressive psycho that I see, but even such patients don't always use a "manic" and "gloomy" approach as their daily appearance.

In my experience, especially in the real life of the hospital, I have met mentally ill patients who do not appear to be much different from ordinary people in terms of daily life. The mental state they show is more of an abnormal calm and sluggishness. As long as these patients live a monotonous life day after day, they will not get bored, let alone suddenly become insane. In addition to the sense of incongruity presented in the communication, there are not many dangerous situations in the interaction with them. Doctors need to worry more about the fact that they are hurting themselves.

Yes, mentally ill people are more likely to harm themselves than others. Even with careful care, keeping them from harming themselves is often the core focus of the entire treatment phase.

All of the above, though only based on my own experience. I still believe in the argument that the mentally ill who are full of instability, who are manic in hurting others, and who don't even understand why they are doing what they do, are really only a small part of the whole group of mentally ill people.

The phrase "a small number" has been shown in a certain way, indicating their specificity. And there must be something less common that happens to them.

For example, doomsday syndrome.

In the reality of the hospital, the most touching and dangerous people are indeed the patients with doomsday syndrome - the danger is that although they have quiet moments, it is difficult to grasp the timing and cause of aggression. their anomalies. There is a suddenness in comparison, and when it suddenly erupts. Extraordinary physical abilities and manic consciousness are displayed. Even heavily armed soldiers, once the incident happens suddenly, and they are not prepared, nine times out of ten, they will die at the hands of patients with doomsday syndrome.

Yes, people with doomsday syndrome do not necessarily attack others, even if they are at the onset of the disease. However, the probability and ability to attack others is the highest of almost all seriously ill patients in the hospital who are classified as dangerous.

However, a patient with doomsday syndrome who has been diagnosed with a disease and has a criminal record. Of all the mentally ill in the hospital, including those who could theoretically be considered to have undergone doomsday syndrome, but who have not yet manifested themselves physiologically, they are still in the minority.

This understanding of the number jù is precisely what makes me feel that this residential area is not normal. It is precisely because I am in the world of consciousness that I am more certain that this gloomy and manic atmosphere is present just in appearance, even if it suggests a mental hospital, it is absolutely abnormal.

These residents, placed in the group of "mentally ill", are definitely a small minority. In the reality of the hospital, this place is bound to be a specially demarcated area reserved for dangerous and seriously ill patients.

So, this is definitely not a wooden house area.

The patients in the hut area had teased me and the others not long ago, but that kind of appearance was actually quite gentle.

Since Old Hawke is fighting to protect this place, then, I think, the so-called mentally ill should actually include Old Hawke. This also means that the main body outside of this nightmare is actually an aggressive and seriously ill patient. And what he encounters and sees here is, of course, closely related to his dangerous mental state. Furthermore, I'm not sure if he's immersed in his own nightmares and wants to be a certain person, to solve something, or maybe the weirdness that arises here won't change because of his perception?

The trouble with the world of consciousness is that it is difficult to distinguish commonalities and individualities in a scalpel-like way, and to treat them concretely, and then it is difficult to determine whether what we see and experience has the same effect on others.

At such times, you can only understand it from the same place as yourself. The commonality between oneself and others is the benchmark by which one can truly understand the state of others.

If I am completely different from the mentally ill here, and have no essential similarities with them, then I cannot understand it in other people based on what I have experienced and observed.

On the other hand, I can understand the crisis that the people of this neighborhood have to face, and the despair and death of old Hawke, and accept the current situation as a matter of course, which proves that I am a psychopath, and that my own condition has a certain degree of commonality with them.

Yes, the commonality between me and them is what allows me to accept their reactions and words in peace here. Otherwise, even if you are a psychologist, you will feel irritated about the appearance of a mentally ill person.

I knocked on the doors of the inhabitants and told them about the death of old Hawke. And their reactions are not consistent. Of course, any reaction from them is actually expected by me.

Whether it is the young woman hiding in the house, it seems to be interested, but in fact it is indifferent. Or the capricious, always sarcastic man next door. Their perspective and attitude towards Old Hawke are definitely not what they showed at this time. Their reaction was a little more normal than the appearance of the rooms they were in. Their reaction, whether it was a cover-up or a sarcasm. It's too close to a normal person.

Maybe ordinary people will think that their appearance is abnormal enough, but I still have to say that their appearance is far less abnormal than I think, and this is the most abnormal situation.

Perhaps, there is some force that restrains them from acting dangerously and madly. More I can't help but assume that once they leave their rooms. Or if I open these doors, they will be different.

In the state of consciousness, the room and the door are things with deep metaphors. This is especially true of rooms with special styles and closed rooms, and locked doors and windows that no one can come out of.

As I spoke to the patients, I pondered what the style, the state, the decoration, and even the light and figures of the rooms, the doors and windows might suggest. I did make up my mind. Protect the area as much as possible from those weird attacks. However, of course, I also have a certain degree of precaution against these patients. They appear to be victims at this point, but they don't know under what circumstances they may become perpetrators.

They are the "minority" of mentally ill people who must be guarded against. And in communication and exchange with them. Even if they say something serious, and their words must contain some information, they must not be completely trusted. What they think. What you see, even if you have some commonalities with me, will never be exactly the same as me. Moreover, there is no need to care about their statements and attitudes, because it is very foolish to have an argument with these mentally ill people on these issues.

With such a creed, my mood is as calm as ever.

The man lowered his voice, but asked clearly enough, "Hey, you...... The heir to that old Hawke. I turned my head, as if I felt the serious, sharp gaze from behind the stained-glass window, and I heard him continue: "Is it true? Is Old Hawke really dead? ”

"Yes." I replied calmly.

"Oh my gosh, what an unfortunate one." The man sighed in a pompous voice, and said to me hurriedly, "Tell me, how did he die?" ”

"He dug himself a grave and jumped in." I replied.

In the minds of ordinary people, they must feel very ridiculous, that it is not something that normal people would do, and even wonder if I am joking. If old Hawke is a mental patient, it is easy to understand. And the way he died also hinted at his own mental state. Of course, the people in the room did not doubt what I was saying at all, and did not hesitate to believe it.

"Oooh! That's a lot of fun...... Oh, no, I mean, that's a shameful way to die. The man hurriedly changed his words, but I still couldn't understand what he meant, his attitude and position, was it the opposite of old Hawke? Or is it just a bystander, like the women before her?

"You say you're the hunter who took over?" The man said, "You're going to do things for old Hawke?" ”

"No, I'm just doing things for myself." I answer unequivocally.

"Ah...... ...... so," the man seemed a little surprised, and soon let out a whirring laugh, as if very pleasant, "I said it, I said it, the old man must not end well." ”

"What the hell are you trying to say?" I interrupted his smug question.

"What do you want to say? No, no, I don't want to say anything. The man lowered his voice again and said to me, "A word of advice to you, young man, not to trust the cunning old hunter. Unless you become that kind of guy too. He is foolish! Dangerous! He is self-righteous, but he will only cause trouble for others! Speaking of this, the man's voice was indignant, and this anger was strange, and it suddenly broke through the critical point and erupted with a huge roar: "I hate him, but he is dead, what should I do?" The next moment, the emotion in his voice calmed down again, and he said to me: "Outsider, I smell you." You say you're the hunter who took over the old man? Well, it seems that you don't know, what exactly a hunter is, and what you yourself are hunting, you will regret it. I guess the old man already regretted it, right? That's why he had to bury himself. ”

"It's a pity." I calmly and affirmatively said, "Maybe I don't know what a hunter is." What I was hunting, but I knew what I was doing, and this qiē was my own choice. ”

"You'll regret it." After that, the man stubbornly said, he turned out the lights again.

"Ignore this man." The young woman who had accosted her before said calmly and politely: "He was young. Traumatized by a severe psychological wound, he hated everyone who had dreams. ”

Only this sentence sounded less like a mentally ill person, and the man in her mouth in the past was, of course, two completely different images from the current one.

I'm not going to do something more exciting at a time like breaking in. In the current nightmare, even if you want to find a safe place to resettle them, it is impossible to do so.

There's little need to think about it. I can be sure that even if this neighborhood is full of grotesque, it is already a relatively safe place in the nightmare right now.

I talk to them like new movers, and I'm on good terms with my neighbors, or at least figuring out who they are. It's not about having a utilitarian goal to befriend them.

I bowed my farewell outside the door, and the young woman was silent. It's as if it's gone. After that, my family passed the news of Hawke Sr.'s death. Gradually, I got to know the general situation of the patients here. As I had originally thought, not every building should have a sick person, but some rooms were dark, but there were still people. They seem to be afraid of light and feel that it can be dangerous. And darkness can make them feel calm. Also, not every room where someone was confirmed would respond to my greeting, and there were some people who pretended not to be there but could hear their breathing. The chain judgment directly sensed that they were actually sticking behind the door while I was talking, listening to my voice as if they were calculating some kind of conspiracy.

That kind of scene must be creepy to ordinary people.

However, ordinary people probably can't come here, and even if they do, most of them can't directly perceive what is happening in an invisible place like I did.

If you can only see what the eye can see, then this residential area is just an eccentric atmosphere.

Strange, uneasy, gloomy, all kinds of negative things, gathered into a dark stagnant water, in the fine rain, a little ripple. Should people with bad intentions be protected without discrimination? I've thought about it, but I'm not going to draw conclusions. Because, from the very beginning, I didn't expect that the people here would react well to my decision. I didn't do anything for this place to get their praise, I just wanted to protect it.

I didn't find Marceau. But assuming Marceau also came here, then, at least, there was such a place, relatively safer, where she could live.

It's better to deal with the dangers of the sick than to deal with the weirdness. Those strange forms have proven to be more twisted, crazy, dangerous, and full of malice than these eccentric patients. At the very least, the patients here can talk to me, and they don't seem to run out of the room for no reason, and even, under normal circumstances, they can't get out of the room at all. As long as these patients stay in their rooms, then the outside of the room is safe, and I will never go in and open the door for them myself if it is not necessary.

I have a feeling that even if the rumored deepest night will come when the clock strikes zero o'clock and end for a qiē, the length of the whole nightmare will never be more than a single sleep.

I walked in the direction of the chapel as I kept my mind organized and analysed the current situation. What happened to the night, where Marceau went, what caused this nightmare, and what the consequences of using it as its source would be, all these kinds of things I had to find out. Even if it is impossible to pinpoint it, the bad outcomes must be prevented as much as possible.

It is undoubtedly a feasible way to bring all the people who can be found in the nightmares, as long as they remain in human form, to bring them to this place for unified protection. When I entered the nightmare, it was not in this residential area, but in a comatose posture, that I was found and brought here by old Hawke. I think that this experience of mine is not special, and there should be other people who are in a lonely and dangerous situation after falling into this nightmare.

As I explore this nightmare world, I can put more effort into finding them.

With this decision in my mind, I walked into the chapel. The humanoid "Tie" still sat in her original position, holding her fist in prayer, but her hood never seemed to be put back on after she was lowered. Before, I suspected that the "system" of the human form is related to the color, but the two are not the same in appearance, although both can be called beautiful in the posture of the human form.

It was only when I deliberately walked up to her that she looked up at me and said, "Honorable messenger, is there anything I can do to help you?" ”

"Old Hawke is dead." I say.

"Yes, so, you have to go to the cemetery to find him." The humanoid "system" was as I thought, there was no emotion, neither the voice nor the expression was as flat as ever. However, her answer was a pun.

"When did he die?" With the suspicion that suddenly arose in my heart, I asked again what seemed superfluous.

"When he brought you back here, he was seriously injured." The humanoid "Tie" said, "Before you wake up, he's dead." ”

Sure enough, an unusual answer appeared.

"But I saw him in the cemetery, and at that time, he was not lying in the cemetery." I described what I had seen with my own eyes, the death of old Hawke.

But the humanoid "system" doesn't seem to understand what I want to mean. She tilted her head in confusion.

"If he's long gone, then, what do I see him in the cemetery?" I asked.

"He's burying himself." The humanoid "is" a serious answer, but to me, this answer is of little use.

I began to feel that I could not find the cause of the contradiction from her. The humanoid "system" seems to have an attitude of taking these seemingly unbelievable situations for granted and accustomed.

"What's going on with the cemetery?" I asked, "Why are the names on the tombstones all Takakawa?" Old Hawke's grave is also engraved with Takakawa's name, not his own. ”

"The Deepest Night allows everyone to see their own death." The humanoid "system" says, "God is looking down on us and giving us warnings." ”

Her attitude and statement seem to be unable to give me a more intuitive explanation. But I was not anxious or dissatisfied with her subtle, rigid words. She rightfully uses such an attitude to save her here, and I don't think there's anything wrong with that. If you don't take her way of being a person for granted, it will definitely not be able to support the more grotesque and crazy that you should have in the nightmare.

"Do you know what you are and why you're here?" I changed the subject and asked.

"Yes, a great fate, let me wait here for your arrival." The humanoid "system" said: "It is my mission to serve you until you have withstood the test of the deepest night." ”

"What is that great destiny?" I asked.

"It's a great fate, that's all." The humanoid "system" replied: "It is destined that even something like me is born with a mission, and this mission makes me feel the meaning of life." I do my best to serve you, Your Excellency. ”

Her answer was still very vague.

"The residents outside are all sick, so what about you?" I continued to ask.

"Yes, I'm a patient too. The whole world is sick, and I'm no exception, but maybe you can salvage this qiē, if you really want to. The "humanoid" department said, "Have you found your reason and mission for coming here?" ”

"Of course." I say.

"Well, congratulations, may you not get lost on the road." The humanoid "system" says so. (To be continued......)