It's night, and I'm still tossing and turning. The fact that the mentally ill Prio is the police officer Patel who has been in my heart for so long is hard to believe. Could it be that I came here, it was just a purposeless mistake, and there was no point at all?! What kind of hidden little spinning top, it's all random conjecture?! I thought about it, and I felt that I should get away from this psychiatric hospital as soon as possible. Who the hell is Dean Alsace, and that psychiatrist named Hansen? Are you still cheating on me? Teasing me? I suddenly realized that I was standing in the middle of a circle of people, and the crowd around me was the medical staff and the mentally ill in the hospital, who were either laughing at me or despising me. In their scorching cynicism, I became more and more embarrassed, and shrunk into a ball. I opened my eyes and it turned out to be just a nightmare that wasn't weird! I sat up, covered in cold sweat, and there was only one thought in my mind struggling: I must get out of here, as soon as possible, immediately!

The cold moonlight shone through the gap in the curtains and onto the table next to the bed. I couldn't sleep anymore, and although my eyes were staring straight at the corner of the table sprinkled with moonlight, my heart was like a river overturning the sea, and the past was vivid. Patel, and the good times when Chari and I had a good conversation in the corner of the cafeteria, and the smile on the face of Dean Alsace when he learned that I was willing to stay, came to my eyes like in front of my eyes. Perhaps, I was too paranoid and arbitrary, but in fact, Dean Alsace, Charry, oh no, it was Hansen, but I still preferred and knew his other name------ Charri, and Prio and the rest of the paramedic were a really nice bunch. Hey, I don't know what to do? Don't know where to go? Now I feel that my left head is full of water, and my right head is full of flour, and if I don't move, it will immediately become a mess of muddy.

It was dawn, and I didn't sleep all night, feeling like my brain was pounding in agony. I shuffled to the floor-to-ceiling window, opened the curtains, and the red sun shyly emitted a faint red and yellow glow. This faint light is blocked out by the glass window, and it feels soft, warm, and comfortable. In a short time, the sun became a little presumptuous, tentatively deepening the color little by little, yellow, deep yellow, and finally boldly turning golden. Now standing in front of the window, I am so easily in contact with the sun, and the wisps of golden light and shadow are scattered all over my body——— from head to toe, I instantly feel that my body is much lighter.

I washed up and walked out of my room, and in an instant the thin figure of Dean Alsace, who was hovering at the door of the room, came into my sight impartially. Overnight, he seemed to grow older and weaker, with sunken eye sockets and dull eyes, like a frosted eggplant.

I was stunned, he must have made a last-ditch effort to persuade me to stay.

Dean Arthas walked over with square steps, and at this moment there was a faint smile on his wrinkled little face, and his voice was subtle and low, "I'm very sorry, I'm entangled in meetings today and tomorrow, so I can't see you off, so I'm going to say goodbye to you now." When you leave this island, forget all about this place and live your own happy life. Have a nice trip! ”

I never thought that Dean Alsace would say such a thoughtful remark, and in an instant my tears rolled in my eyes, and I said emotionally: "I will not leave, I will stay!" Not just for Prio's illness, but also for you and Dr. Hansen, and for myself. ”

Unexpectedly, at this time, it was the turn of Dean Arthas to be stunned, he couldn't believe his ears for a while, and asked busily, "What?" What did you say? ”

I said louder and more determinedly, "I want to stay, you just drive me away now, and I won't leave." ”

"How could I have chased you away, great, great, thank you, thank you very much!" Dean Alsace was overwhelmed with joy.

Ever since the words that had been promised slipped out of my mouth, I felt much more relaxed in an instant. Last night I was racking my brains to ponder, but this morning I involuntarily confided my wish from my mouth, it seems that this is my true feelings. Action must follow the flow of the heart in order to achieve the effect of becoming one. Now that my mind is finally at peace, the reason why I came here instead of going elsewhere is certainly not for nothing, there must be a big reason, helping Prio relieve mental stress and treating mental disorders is the main purpose I left, but is there a deeper level of ideal vision, although it is not known for the time being, but I feel that this goal is not out of reach.

At this point, I have the impression that the deceptive trick of the two policemen who came to the island to investigate the case has completely collapsed. In the past, I always turned a blind eye to Patel, no, it was Prio's other behavior, or tolerated it. In retrospect, it turns out that these strange and tricky behaviors are so reasonable for a mentally ill person!

In the past few days of contact with Prio, I have been carefully observing his every move, sometimes grumbling, sometimes silent, sometimes happy as a child, sometimes sad as if the end of the world was just around the corner. All these morbid words and deeds were a clear reminder to me that he was a true mental patient, but I had never thought of it that way before. It seems that preconceptions are sometimes quite scary, they affect a person's most basic discernment, and to a large extent, block people's ability to understand things conventionally.

The early autumn of this year was very strange, it was cold a few days ago, but the weather seemed to delay it again, and the sun was shining as bright and hot as summer in the morning, and Patel and Chari (please allow me to refer to them by the names I know and approve of). But I walked like a fly under the poisonous sun, and I followed them both helplessly. Even though the weather was unusually hot, Patel was still well-dressed and the military discipline buttons were tightly fastened. In such a hot weather, Chari and I were sweating profusely, but Patel didn't even have a drop of sweat, which couldn't help but make people feel surprised, could it be said that the mental abnormality and even the body were different from ordinary people?!

Around the corner, we stepped into the back of the side building. At a glance, I saw a police dog in the grass not far away, with his back to us, and we were crossing our hind legs and crossing our buttocks, which was really funny, and I couldn't help but laugh lightly. However, Chari rushed to Patel's side in a hurry, blocking Patel's vision quite solemnly, as if using his body to try to avoid the appearance of the big wolfdog. His actions are also too surprising! Looking at Patel again, his body seemed to be a lot shorter at the moment, and he shrank behind Chari in a daze, but one of his eyes crossed the barrier of Chari's body, and stared at the big wolf dog that was pooping in trepidation, as if he was witnessing a ferocious tiger.

Chari gestured to the guard who was guarding the big wolfdog, although it was only his back to him, but the guard had already made it clear that Chari asked him to evacuate quickly with the big wolfdog, so the guard pulled the big wolfdog who had already defecated and quickly evacuated the area.

Looking at the distant guards and the backs of the big wolfdog, Patel finally squeezed out a breath from his throat, but the breath was still so breathless, he shivered like chaff, trembling and unable to stand any longer, and planted himself on Chari's body. Chari hurriedly helped Patel, who was struggling to walk, and sat down on a rock very close to us. At this moment, Patel changed his previous neat and vigorous spirit, and instead looked pale with fear. Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and it was definitely not the hot sweat caused by the heat, but the cold sweat that was cold to the bone.

When Patel was a little more comfortable, Chari and I helped him back to the room. After Charry tricked him into taking a cup of sweet water wrapped in calming medicine, he finally fell asleep in a daze.

Charry and I walked out of his room. In the slow march that followed, Chari was silent, frowning, and judging as usual.

I whispered, "Patel is afraid of big wolf dogs?" ”

"Yes, he's not just scared, he's unusually scared, and it's an incredible move. In his thick case of his fear, the record of his fear of dogs is only a few superficial generalizations about his childhood, and there is no in-depth description at all. However, from our accumulated observations, we find that this is definitely not an ordinary fear, but a deep-rooted heart-wrenching as if it had suffered a great setback from the devil. But how to break free from this stubborn stone entrenched in the depths of the soul and return to the normal true self is really difficult to go to the sky. Every time our layout is folded in this key area, this time it is not optimistic. ”

Charry's words were like a steel needle in my heart, and the pain hurt me like my heart was broken. Could it be that Patel's spiritual struggle stops here, how many times do I have to wait for the spiritual reincarnation to make Patel's mind more normal, and it is possible to save my best friend, could it be that this perverse disaster cannot be resolved?!