In fact, turtledoves have already shown symptoms of claustrophobia.

The first time was probably when he was in Candy City, when he ventured into Candy City's arms depot to steal explosives in order to blow up the local warlord leader Calvin and his luxurious villa.

However, that time was very short at first, after all, the entire candy city may not be as big as a test site of an underground research institute, so the turtledove didn't take long to get to the place in the ventilation duct; Secondly, there was no "B1" type test subject chasing after the turtledove's ass at that time, and he was not nervous at all.

As for the earlier Gray Ridge Pit, the place was darker, but it was not too narrow and depressing, so it was normal for the turtledove to not react, unless he was really buried alive in the collapsed pit in the end, so it was estimated that he would be stoned to death without waiting for his claustrophobia to attack.

So this time the situation is a little different, the turtledove has been drilling in the ventilation duct for a long time, coupled with the "B1" type of experimental subject chasing and interception, the turtledove can hold out until now is considered to be doing his best, you must know that claustrophobia is not a hole in the arm and a punch in the face, and the patience is over.

Is mental illness something that can be passed by forbearance, obviously impossible, it will only get worse and worse.

……

The little worm didn't expect the turtledove to have claustrophobia, which is usually related to the psychological trauma of the patient's childhood, and the little worm looked happy when he saw the turtledove all day long, and he didn't hear him say that he had suffered any grievances in the mouse city.

Could it be a memory of the turtledove's infancy?

It is said that humans already have a certain memory ability in the first three months of life, that is, when they are still in their mother's womb, and as they grow older, their memory will gradually increase.

However, most people lose their memories of their childhood, which is not a strange "supernatural phenomenon", simply because memory needs to be "reviewed" by repeated recall, and if you do not recall it for a long time, that memory will become more and more blurry until you can no longer remember it.

But this is not really "disappearing", the memories of the past will always exist in the deepest part of human consciousness, just like the silt at the bottom of a pond, and will easily no longer float, unless it is a special stimulus, such as deep hypnosis, scene re-enactment, or even taking hallucinogenic drugs, etc., in which case it is possible to reawaken those memories in the deepest part of consciousness.

If you really want to talk about it, Worm really didn't hear Turtledove talk about his experience before he was adopted by Hannibal, the man-eating mouse, and Worm used to think that Turtledove might not remember such a long time, but now it seems that maybe Turtledove really doesn't remember, but that experience is hidden in the depths of his memory and has a profound impact on him.

The insect was slightly stunned, and the "B1" test subject had completed the outflanking of her and the turtledove.

……

Except for the few "B1" test subjects that were still blocking the retreat, the rest of the "B1" test subjects almost all circled in front of the turtle dove and the small worm at this time, and they echoed the same kind behind them, completely sandwiching the turtle dove and the small worm in the middle.

"Hey, you're looking at me."

She squatted in front of the turtledove, holding the turtledove's sweaty face with both hands, first wiped the sweat of the turtledove with the corner of her clothes, and then said to the turtledove:

"It's okay, it's just a little claustrophobia, I'm sure you'll get through it."

After a series of tosses, the clothes on the insect's body were so dirty that they couldn't tell what color they were originally, and there were several damages and blood stains in the gray Bula, she wiped the turtledove's face with the corner of her clothes, and as a result, the turtledove's face was wiped even more, just like painting her face.

Little by little, the hungry "B1" subjects approached the middle, and as they got closer, the corners of the moths' eyes could clearly catch a glimpse of their sharp teeth, and the saliva that flowed down between the teeth.

"I'm fine," the turtledove sat against the wall of the pipe on one side with the help of the little worm, "but the dizziness and panting are terrible, and the others are ...... too"

"Bang!"

Before the turtledove could finish speaking, the worm raised his hand and fired a shot, and the bullet from the revolver instantly pierced the shoulder of one of the closest "B1" test subjects to the turtledove, but it was fortunate that it was quick enough to dodge, because the worm's shot was originally aimed at its throat.

Maybe it's because she cares about the turtledove's current condition, the little insect can't see anything on the surface, but in fact, she is already anxious in her heart, and she actually misses her hand, otherwise at such a close distance, even if the "B1" type test subject dodges faster, it is impossible to be faster than the bullet of the little worm.

"Nothing else," Ikaruga pouted, interrupted by his words, and looked sideways at the "B1" test subject who had retreated behind the leader with his shoulders covered, a hint of schadenfreude on his pale face, "You don't have to worry too much about me. ”

Although the onset of claustrophobia is irresistible, as long as the patient leaves the environment that causes this symptom, the patient will be relieved immediately, so what the turtledove needs most now is to be able to leave the narrow and oppressive ventilation duct, and when the time comes, he will be fine without injections or medicines.

Of course, the little worm knew what the turtle dove needed, but there were "B1" type test subjects in front and back, and she couldn't run away with the turtle dove, and the more she thought about it, the more anxious she became, the little worm simply walked around the turtle dove, took the gun, and faced the leader of the "B1" type test subjects.

The "B1" type test subject just now was ordered by the leader, and it will try to launch a sneak attack on the turtle dove, and then it was shot by the worm, although the body of the test subject is still quite strong, but it can't withstand the bullets of the revolver, and the wound is gurgling and bleeding, the "B1" type test subject is getting weaker and weaker, and the eyes are staring at the worm deadly, in addition to resentment, the most is jealousy, in addition to a trace of fear.

"Get the fuck off of your kind," Worm said to the leader of the Type "B1" test subject, gesturing, "I know you understand what I'm talking about, and if you really want to fight for it, you're never going to get a favor from me." ”

As she spoke, Worm removed the assault rifle from her back, and she pulled the bolt with a "click", probably having seen something similar before, so the leader of the "B1" test subject dodged backwards sharply after hearing the sound of the bolt ringing.

A closer look at the larger "B1" test subject revealed that it had numerous wounds, even though they were now scars, the shocking old ones were still faintly visible.

"It's still a hard stubble."

Worm silently muttered to herself, she had never done anything to bargain with test subjects before, because in the eyes of Worm, these test subjects were just beasts with no intelligence at all.

However, the "B1" type test subject in front of her made the worm feel that "she was wrong", perhaps deep down she still didn't think that the other party could understand her words, but the turtledove's increasingly severe claustrophobia made the worm want it to understand.