Silence permeated the room, the streaks of water on the teacup reflecting Victor's heavy breathing, and Colbert mechanically held the cup and poured water into his mouth, regardless of whether the freshly boiled water was hot or not.

"When she's a mentally ill person, she can hurt you with impunity, because she doesn't know who you are and she doesn't know who she is."

"But when she becomes a mother again, no mother can accept what she has done......"

"Perhaps, she always wanted me to leave." Copote's tone became a little numb: "When she got sick, throw everything she could hold at me and tell me to get out of ......"

"But I can't leave, I can't leave her." Copote's voice began to tremble again: "No matter what, I can't leave her, she's my mother." ”

Victor closed his eyes, a heavy exhalation came from between his mouth and nose, and Schiller also sighed softly, and said: "I suggested to you when I prescribed medicine before, let you move to a new apartment, and change the environment is conducive to the patient to start a new stage of treatment and recovery." ”

Cobot shook his head, tears glinting in the dim light as he moved, and he said, "She doesn't want to go." ”

"Why?"

Copote's hand gripped the glass tightly, and the green tendons protruded from the back of his hand.

"Because of my father."

"According to my mother, she and my father met on this street, and my father brought her back here to meet his family, and they had dinner together, drank mulled wine, and chatted by the fireplace......"

"My uncle was singing, and the rest of the people laughed and made them dance......"

With a slightly hoarse voice, the fireplace fireplace rose, and the figures gathered around the sofa lively, some people brought wine, some people brought fruit plates, and when a folk song was sung, everyone clapped their hands.

A young man and woman walked to the center of the room, danced and wore their clothes, and when the song was over, they held hands, received the praise and blessings of their families, and then walked into the church hand in hand.

Until one of the hands touched the name on the tombstone, in the cold rainy night, only a madwoman was left whirling in this dark and decaying old mansion, and only the sound of the rain sang for her.

"After my father died, my mother blamed it all on not having an umbrella with him on that rainy night, so she used to dig everything out of the house to find one."

"But if I did give her the umbrella, she would scream and scold and smash the umbrella with a chair, and she said there was a curse on it, and she said we were all cursed......"

"I can't remember how long I've been like this......"

"In the beginning, she would pull me all night to tell me stories about their past, and then she would stay in the corner of the living room every night in silence, going through the cabinet where everything she had turned out countless times......"

"Every time I tried to stop her, she started attacking me, and later, as soon as I got back to the house, she would tell me to get out......"

"I was happy when she started to come to her senses, I thought it was going to be over, but I didn't expect ......"

Copote covered his face with his hands, his shoulders twitching, the kind of crying that sounded more like the cry of an owl, in such a heavy atmosphere, funny that made people want to laugh.

And just like that, when the day dawned and the phone rang even more sharply, Schiller picked up the phone and said, "Is it?" She's awake? …… Okay, we'll go over right ......."

When I walked out of the old house in Copote, the sun was rising over the horizon, and the air was filled with a rich moisture after a night of rain, which was cooled by the early morning wind, and when it was inhaled into the lungs, it was as if it had swallowed a lot of ice.

The car drove to the hospital, and by the time the three of them got out of the car, Gordon had already walked out and said helplessly: "Come in, she is making a lot of trouble." ”

After going upstairs, before entering the ward, I saw the nurse standing outside the door of the ward, carrying an infusion bottle in one hand, a hose and needle for infusion in the other, the needle was full of blood, and another older nurse was about to walk in, Victor pulled them and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

The young nurse sighed and said, "As soon as this lady woke up, she pulled out all the infusion needles that were stuck in her hand, and she bled a lot, and she also hit people with hanging bottle racks, and we didn't dare to lean over." ”

The old nurse leaned in and said, "You have to subdue her quickly, her hands are still bleeding, and it will be even more difficult when the wound opens." ”

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps at the staircase next to him, and Brand came over with a group of nurses, who waved his hand and said, "Shang Settle." ”

Old Mrs. Colbert in the room was like a madman, screaming and attacking anyone who came near.

But fortunately, she was an old woman after all, and she had shed a lot of blood, and she didn't have much strength, so she was quickly subdued, and as soon as the tranquilizer was on, she quieted down, and then lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with dull eyes.

Cobot walked in the front, Victor and Schiller followed, Cobott walked to his mother's bed, Mrs. Copote Sr. rolled her eyes and looked at her son, and Colbert saw a kind of guilt and pleading on his mother's aging countenance.

"Why are you holding me back...... Orr ...... "A dry voice came from her throat, and Colbert trembled and couldn't answer.

"I don't want to stay here anymore...... I can't do that anymore, don't stop me......" Old Mrs. Copote began to tremble, but she couldn't move, and could only freeze in place.

Schiller suddenly pushed Kobot and whispered, "Show your arm to your mother." ”

Cobot turned his head for some reason, and Victor also looked at Schiller, but under Schiller's gaze, Cobot still stretched out his arm and rolled up his sleeve.

His arms were thin, his skin was rough, and his complexion was unusually pale, but there were no wounds on them.

Schiller stood beside the bed and said to Mrs. Colbert Sr., "Madame, you have catatotropia and you fantasize that you attacked your son when you were sick, but we took the medicine and now you are sober. ”

Old Mrs. Copote froze, grabbing her son's wrist with her eagle-like talons, and then turning over with all her might, rubbing Copote's arm with her other hand.

It was indeed smooth, and there were not even any scars left, and the lizard serum healing potion created by Connors was not just a treatment for external injuries, and even the scars left by the wounds could completely heal themselves.

Cobot felt his mother's arm begin to tremble, and then he heard her whining and crying, whether it was because of guilt or rejoicing.

"Mom doesn't want to do that, I don't want to do that......"

"You didn't do that." Schiller's tone was as firm as if he wasn't lying at all, and even Victor rubbed his eyes, wondering if what he had seen before, covered in wounds, was a hallucination.

"Yes......" Copote grabbed her mother's hand and said, "It's all fantasy, it's because you didn't take your medicine on time, Mom, as long as you were in the hospital and took medicine, it wouldn't have happened......"

Old Mrs. Copote was already crying breathlessly, and Brand, who was outside the door, sighed and said, "You better get out of here first, the patient needs to rest." ”

Old Mrs. Copote grabbed her son's hand, and Copote could not go, only Schiller and Victor came to the door of the ward.

The early morning sun shines through the window, the doorframe becomes a picture frame, and Schiller and Victor stand against a golden background.

Victor touched his lips with his fingers, and when Schiller saw that his fingertips were trembling, and the emotions that had been stored up all night erupted, the usually gentle and steady professor looked about to collapse.

His eyes even began to be a little out of focus, as if many terrible visions were haunting him.

"If Nora is dead...... Victor's voice sounded, like a broken bow, and he looked at Schiller with a distress look, "...... Am I going to be crazy like this? ”

Schiller couldn't say that answer, because he was now dealing with a living person, his patient, not a character from a comic book or movie.

The familiarity with the plot and the prophecy of foresight fall here, which does not bring a sense of superiority that the traveler should enjoy, but only brings heavier sorrow.

There is a personal tragedy for individuals in this world, and there is no single answer that can be the only solution to the tragedy, and therefore there is no savior.

In the city of Gotham, there are people who play tragedy, there are people who play comedy, there are people who laugh wildly at tragedy, there are people who cry for comedy, there are people who laugh and cry, and there are people who cry and laugh.

No one can make everyone cry, no one can make everyone laugh, neither can the time-traveler or the prophet.

This is Gotham, a city that cannot be saved.

The golden background in the frame was about to overflow, and suddenly, Victor turned around tremblingly, and he walked back to the hospital room quickly, staring straight at Copote, and said, "Follow me, Copote...... Follow me! ”

Copote was pulled by him, got up from the bed, and walked out of the hospital, the morning light engulfed their figures, and at some point, Schiller, who was standing by the door, also disappeared.

Victor, who re-entered the laboratory, quickly took off his coat stained with moisture and threw it aside.

He stroked Copote's back, pushed him in, and walked over to the lab table, where he turned to face Copote.

Victor seemed to have lost his usual elegance and gentleness, and his face looked a little neurotic and a little crazy in the cold light of the laboratory.

"Copote ......"

Victor looked into Colbert's eyes, which contained warmth, anticipation, and paranoia that Copote couldn't understand.

It's not like a teacher looking at a student, it's more like a father looking at his son, or rather, it's more like a person who has been saved from a tragedy looking at another tragedy, it's a traveler looking at another traveler on the boundless snowfield.

At this time, Copot heard Victor ask him:

"Copote...... Do you know how water turns into ice? ”

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Someone can't laugh, I don't say who.

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