"What's your name, there's always a little bit of an impression, right?" said Angle. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"What's your name, there's always a little bit of an impression!" the man repeated very cheerfully, still waiting for the compliment with a happy face.

"Don't learn from me, have you really forgotten, or are you playing dumb with me?" Ingres' face was full of helplessness.

"Don't learn from me, are you really forgetting, or are you playing dumb with me. Without hesitation, the man repeated Ingres's words.

And word for word.

Angel rubbed his forehead, he had studied Chinese and Western medicine with Jon for a while. However, traditional Chinese medicine is too mysterious, and he has learned more about the dispensing of trauma, and he has also dabbled in some of modern Western medicine, but in fact, most of it is surgical theory.

He knew that the symptoms of amnesia were mostly psychogenic amnesia, but some were mechanical and dissociative amnesia. In addition to mechanical injuries, other amnesia is basically the brain turns on self-protection and actively forgets the memories that have severe psychological trauma to the patient.

Angel can't see the condition of the man's brain now, and even if he does, it is difficult for him to make a diagnosis according to the complexity of the brain, after all, his medical studies are basically at a general level, and his head is full of theory and pathology, but the actual operation is basically zero.

However, judging from medical experience, the man saw that Pocrates was exterminated, which may have turned on his brain to protect itself and make him forget those memories that may cause secondary psychological trauma. Of course, this is only Ingres's reasoning based on common sense, and whether this is the reason is another matter.

What he can do now is determine whether the man has partial amnesia, selective amnesia, or total amnesia.

As Ingres grilled the meat, he began to have a hard chat with the man.

"How are you feeling now?" Ingres first used ambiguous language to test the man's perception of himself.

The man repeated dumbfoundedly: "How are you feeling now?" ”

"Do you remember Pocrates?" Ingres asked in a different way, not asking "who I am", but "where did I come from", and used Pocrates to open and pry the other person's memory box.

The man had a look of praise in his eyes: "Do you remember Pocrates!"

Originally, Angels wanted to ask "where will I go", but the first two of the three major questions in life could not be measured, let alone the third.

Angel thought for a moment and snapped his fingers lightly—

With a crisp knuckle sound, the man's eyes blurred for a moment, and when he opened his eyes, he suddenly found that everything around him had changed. The boy who had been in front of him just now was gone, and he appeared in a field of snow...... The sky was covered with goose feathers and snow, but he was naked.

There was panic in the man's eyes, and he kept looking, as if he was looking for someone.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and the man was getting colder and colder, shivering incessantly. Then he followed his instinct and returned to the hunter's cabin. Although there is no snow in the cabin, the temperature is still very low.

The man was so cold that he shivered, at this time, he saw a mink coat on the bed, his eyes were a little puzzled, his eyes were confused, and before he could react, his hand took the coat first and wrapped it around his body.

The temperature seemed to have returned, and the man immediately rushed out of the hut as if he were flying, looking around blankly.

At that moment, the man's eyes were misty again, and when he came back to his senses, the snow was gone, and his mink coat was gone, and he was naked again.

When he was confused, a strong wind blew from the forest.

The wind rolled up rotten leaves and dust, and the man who blew was blind, and subconsciously reached out to block his eyes to avoid sand blowing into his eyes again.

Suddenly, a thick black cloud drifted through the hazy sky, and a flash of lightning struck the trees in the distance, igniting a raging flame. Looking at the flames in the distance, the man had a hint of fear in his eyes.

At the same time, a torrential downpour fell. The man was drenched in the rain and his head was spinning around. He didn't see the boy he had spoken to earlier, nor did he see the Hunter's Cabin.

The only thing he could see was an umbrella folded. But the man eventually ignored the umbrella and sat in the shade of a tree, shivering.

Just as the man looked helplessly, Angel appeared.

Surprise burst into the man's eyes, and he happily rushed into the rain and came to Angel.

The man's mouth opened and closed, as if he was about to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, but there were some doubts in his eyes, what was he going to do when he opened his mouth?

Seeing this, Angel sighed slightly, picked up the umbrella from the ground and handed it to the man.

The man was still stunned with the umbrella, stunned on the spot, and did nothing.

Angel shook his head and snapped his fingers again.

In an instant, all the heavy rain and wildfires around it, including the umbrella, disappeared. They returned to the mountains and forests where the morning sun had risen, and returned to the hunter's hut.

Angel was still crouching on the ground and handling the barbecue, and Toby was flying carefree in the sky, as if nothing had happened before.

The man didn't have the slightest doubt, and looked at Angel with a smile.

There is no doubt that the snow and heavy rain experienced by the man before were all illusions set up by Ingres. From this illusion, Angels basically judged the man's memory to be damaged.

His event memory function is definitely impaired, as he can't remember anything from the past.

In addition, men may not even have a complete program memory function. The so-called procedural memory, in short, is common sense. In the heavy snow, men consciously avoid the snow and cold, which is the instinct of human nature.

But in the heavy rain, he doesn't know how to use an umbrella, that's common sense.

If he hadn't seen an umbrella, it would make sense that he wouldn't know how to use it, but Ingres had seen an umbrella at Pocrates, and almost every household had an umbrella. Although Angels doesn't understand, why does Inner Earth need an umbrella?

Common sense is also gone, which is the impaired program memory, but fortunately the instinct has not disappeared, and the program memory has not been damaged to the worst extent.

In addition, the man's verbal memory seems to be unimpaired, but in fact, the ability to speak and logic is also gone.

Now Ingres can draw conclusions about the man-

"You're not amnesia, you've become a fool!"

Of course, "fool" is Ingres's angry words, but the real meaning is that the man is now like a blank sheet of paper, as simple as a babbling baby. It remains to be seen what it will become.

Maybe he's really become a fool, and he can't teach it. Maybe he will regain his knowledge, re-establish his three views, and become a completely new person. But this new personality is still not what he used to be, which is another philosophical question.

......

Fortunately, the man's eating, drinking, and sleeping have not yet lacked this instinct. Whatever Angel gives him, he eats. I couldn't eat enough, so I looked at Angel with a blank eye.

When he had eaten and drunk enough, Angel was ready to continue his journey.

As for...... This man.

Angel thought about it for a long time, but still brought it. Needless to say, I know what will happen to a person who has lost his memory and impaired common sense in the deep mountains and old forests.

Ingres sighed helplessly all the way.

Originally, I was counting on this man to solve his doubts, but I didn't expect that the confusion was not solved, and he became a drag oil bottle. Angel secretly planned in his heart that when he found the smoke, he would get rid of the oil bottle.

While in a hurry, Angel was not idle, and continued to stimulate the man in various ways, even the most drastic methods. Ingres simulates the illusion of Pocrates' destruction, directly confronting the man with the most cruel and profound memories of the past......

This kind of stimulation has little effect on the man, because Ingres has not really seen how Pocrates is destroyed, he relies more on the illusion of twilight.

It wasn't until Angel simulated the parasite and the colorful dragonfly that the man was stunned for a moment. However, in Ingres' anticipation, he fell into a coma again.

When he woke up, the man forgot everything. This time, Ingres simulated the colorful dragonfly again, but the man did not react at all.

"Stress stimulation is over-stimulating, causing the opposite effect?" Ingres rubbed his temples, finally giving up on this method of stimulation, which is not medically advocated.

Later, Ingres didn't bother to explore the man's past.

None of that matters is what he's been through in the past. Since the brain makes him forget, let it be. It's also a good idea to forget the painful memories and start over.

Angel no longer deliberately asked the man to recall the past, but talked to the man in everyday words. Even if the man can only repeat his words for now, it is a process of practice and vocabulary accumulation.

Although the dialogue is boring, it makes the boring journey a little more interesting.

In the course of this conversation, Ingres discovers that the man's accent is peculiar.

His voice was very clear, like a breeze under the morning sun, warm and gentle, with a soft upturn at the end.

This accent should be a local accent. Moreover, Ingres always felt somewhat familiar, as if he had heard a similar accent before.

But Ingres thought about it for a long time, and didn't remember who he had heard such an accent on. Maybe it's someone you're not familiar with, or maybe you've "listened" to it, so you haven't paid attention?

Even though Ingres could no longer remember why this accent was familiar to him, the fact that the man could speak such a fluent lingua franca also showed that the man must have been a native speaker of the same language.

Even if he is only imitating Ingres, if he does not have the resonance of linguistic memory, he will not speak the lingua franca fluently.

For example, when Ingres spoke a sentence in Chinese, the man was lame for a long time, and the imitated Chinese did not have the feeling of "subduing the tone and frustration" at all, and even Ingres did not feel that the other party was speaking Chinese.

So, one thing can also be judged by this:

――The place where you can use the lingua franca as your mother tongue is definitely the wizarding world.

As for where exactly it is in the wizarding world, is it in the Southern Regions?

......

Since the man did not regain his memory, Angel could only continue walking along the riverbank.

This walk is two days and two nights.

At the end of the river, is there a huge lake, or is it the sea?

Angel couldn't see the end of the water, and they had no way to go for the time being, for a green hill beside the water stood in their way.

Either go around the mountain, climb the mountain, or drip water.

If you go too far around the mountain, who knows where you will go, and if you are dripping water, it is the nearest road, and it doesn't hurt for Angel, but after all, there is a brain-dead person around, and you still have to care for your disabled compatriots.

In the end, Angell chose to climb the mountain.

He vaguely felt that there might be people behind the mountain.