"It's an opportunity." Kayla, a female agent of the CIA, said while steering the wheel: "We have lost a game about the Philby list before, and if we can get evidence of the Quinn family's collusion with Mexican drug lords this time, then we can hand in a satisfactory answer before the next congress." ”

Delilah, a black man sitting in the passenger seat, sighed and said: "The black movement has failed, there are no other revolutionary forces in this land, we are fighting alone, and it is difficult to move forward......"

"Are you scared?" Kayla asked, and Lila touched the corner of her brow, and he said, "Perhaps, I've been disappointed too many times, and not this one." ”

"I'm sorry I can't shake Moscow's decision, the Black Panther's tragic script shouldn't have happened, but ......" Kayla shook her head, apparently sorry for the oppression of black communists in this country in the first place.

Lila didn't have a lot of expression, he said: "Perhaps, we all know that some things are different, but you don't want to admit it, I dare say, the people who come to power in ten days will be extremely disappointed in you." ”

"A new change represents a new hope, and it's always good to have a change, isn't it?" Kayla pulled the car to a stop on the side of the road, and the two stepped out of the car and looked up at the tall building in front of them, which read "Quinn Building".

In the room of the Beverlier Hotel in Los Angeles, Hal sighed, looked at Schiller and said, "You have to find a way to help him, since we came back from Mexico, Oliver hasn't said a word, doesn't talk to anyone and doesn't eat, can't go on like this......"

Hal glanced out the door, on the sofa in the living room, Arthur sat next to Oliver, constantly comforting him, but to no avail, Oliver just sat there blankly, not saying anything, no reaction.

"This state of stupor, which should be a state of self-protection produced by the brain instinct after the spirit is stimulated, if you want to break this state, you must go to deep treatment, but are you sure that he can accept this treatment?" Schiller asked.

"As you just said, this is an unsolvable question, the Quinn family has worked with drug lords for so many years and earned a huge amount of wealth from them, and Oliver grew up under the nourishment of this wealth, which is irreversible." Schiller also looked at Oliver and said.

"It's all my fault, I shouldn't have asked Gallardo to say so much." Hal sighed, but soon he shook his head again and said, "No, sooner or later, he will know, if he returns to the Quinn family now and takes over the family business, then he will definitely find out about these evil deals." ”

"What do you think he thinks? Is he trying to accept this? Schiller asked.

"It's because I found out that he didn't intend to accept it at all, so I hope you can enlighten him, and if it goes on like this, you and I know what the results will be." Hal put his hand on Schiller's shoulder and said, "Judging by the performance along the way, Oliver is a good man, otherwise he wouldn't have felt deep pain for this, I really hope you can help him, Schiller......"

Schiller patted Hal on the arm and said before walking out of the bedroom, "I'll do my best." ” …

By the time Schiller got to the couch, Hal pulled Arthur away, and the two of them left the room and went downstairs to the dining room, where only Schiller and Oliver were left.

When Schiller sat across from Oliver, Oliver raised his eyes and glanced at Schiller, his eyes were very glazed, and then he slowly lowered his eyes and looked away.

"I know you don't want to see a psychiatrist right now, and you think I can't answer your questions." Schiller poured Oliver a glass of water and said, "But before that, you should drink some water, you should be a little dehydrated by now." ”

Schiller handed the cup to Oliver, but Oliver didn't react, looking at the water in the cup, rippling under the slight shaking, Oliver showed a frightened expression, he leaned back hard, and began to exhale continuously.

"Calm down, Oliver, what you're seeing isn't real, it's an illusion." Schiller quickly stood up, took the umbrella from the side, and the moment he turned to return, Oliver pushed away the coffee table in front of him and fell to the ground, struggling desperately.

He kept swinging his fists and roaring, "Get out of here!" Get out of here! Don't come here, you damned criminals!

”

"No...... No...... I didn't...... You're right, I'm who I am, and I'm the one who killed you...... The sea, the sea, the red sea, the bleeding ......"

Oliver began to tremble and weep, tears and snot flowing, but he wasn't crying, it was physiological tears, and he seemed to have no control over his organs.

Schiller stepped forward, stood in front of him, tapped the ground with the handle of his umbrella and said: "Those are all illusions, you are in the hotel, not on the sea, overcome it, don't be controlled by it......"

Oliver's neck was bruised, and he curled up and relaxed in place, grabbing the wrist of the other with one hand, stopping himself?

Seeing this, Schiller sighed and took out the stored tranquilizer from the gray mist, intending to inject Oliver.

Without the restriction of not being able to use special abilities, Schiller directly turned into a gray mist, pressed Oliver, and injected the tranquilizer into it, but Oliver's drug resistance was very strong, and the ordinary diazepam drug was injected into it, and there was no reaction, and he was still in a state of stress.

This is not uncommon, and sometimes, patients with mental illness will be in a state of extreme euphoria, in which the human muscle limitations will be lifted, the strength will become incomparably greater, and the mental activity will be very high, ordinary tranquilizers will not work, and if overdosed, it may be dangerous.

At this time, in order to prevent injury and to prevent the patient from hurting himself, some anesthetic drugs will be used to anesthetize the patient, which can effectively slow down their actions, but this requires a professional anesthesiologist to determine that the dosage of the drug will not cause harm.

Although Schiller had anesthetics, he did not have knowledge of anesthesiology, and if he was anesthetized by chemical methods, it could hurt Oliver, so he planned to use a more ancient method of anesthesia, which was physical anesthesia. …

Schiller took advantage of Oliver's trembling lying on the ground, he raised his umbrella and hit Oliver directly on the neck, he controlled the force, and with a "bang", Oliver fainted.

Schiller sighed and moved Oliver to the couch, and after about 20 minutes, Oliver woke up, and when he woke up, he was a little excited, and Schiller had to knock him unconscious again, and after repeating it three times, Oliver finally regained a little sense.

Schiller put the umbrella aside, sat down on the sofa opposite, looked at Oliver lying on the sofa and said, "You are the most difficult patient I have ever seen, not only psychotherapy, but also physiotherapy......"

Oliver opened his mouth for a moment, he wanted to speak, but his throat had become extremely dry and hoarse due to the long dehydration, and the words he wanted to say were blocked in his throat and turned into a jerky dry cough.

"Ahem...... Ahem, ahem......" Oliver coughed vigorously and eventually retched again, his hands on the ground, and he struggled to roll back onto the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling.

During this time, he experienced physical torture and mental attrition, and at this time he was extremely weak.

"Thank you......" Oliver finally uttered the first syllable, and he said, "But I don't need comfort, let me be alone for a while." ”

"Yes, you don't need comfort, and I'm not going to comfort you, I'm here to heal your ......"

"I don't need treatment." Oliver said again, "I'm not sick, it's not me who is sick, thank you, doctor, and leave." ”

Schiller picked up the glass of water again, handed it to Oliver and said, "Let's drink saliva first, we can talk, you can say any questions you have, I am very patient to listen......"

Oliver sat up from the couch, he picked up the glass, drank all the water in one gulp, choked himself and coughed a few more times, after which he said, "Thanks, I'm fine, I'll be fine soon......"

Looking at his still trembling arms, Schiller also took a sip of water from his water glass, and then said, "If you don't want to chat, then drink more water, and then go eat something to replenish your strength, you haven't eaten for too long." ”

Yes, I will, but I just want to be alone right now. Oliver is very autistic, he keeps responding, but he doesn't give any answers, he doesn't start a conversation, he doesn't have any desire to talk, which is the most difficult situation for a psychiatrist.

"Can you tell me about your doubts right now? Perhaps, I can give a different answer? ”

Schiller kept asking Oliver, but he just didn't say anything, and his mind wandered from time to time, and his attention was very distracted, and Schiller could see that every time he wandered, he was actually thinking back to the previous events, which was a very bad sign.

All the states of stress trauma are manifested in Oliver's body, such as stupor, re-experience, panic, emotional isolation, and refusal to communicate, in general, the doctor will calm the patient for a period of time before proceeding with treatment.

However, Oliver was afraid that he couldn't wait, first he was injured in the desert island survival, and then starved of water and hunger strike, and after waiting for two days, he was afraid that he would go into shock.

At that time, the extremely low physiological state will lead to a more unstable mental state, and at that time, the stress trauma may be transformed into a permanent mental trauma, and if you want to treat it, it will be troublesome.

After Schiller's repeated attempts to no avail, he sighed deeply and decided to take a different approach.

Schiller stood up, walked back to his room, took out his suitcase, from which he took out a few books, and took out a file bag, and when he returned to the couch, he placed the stack heavily on the coffee table with a "bang".

Oliver on the other side looked at him a little sluggishly, and Schiller sat down opposite Oliver again, pressed his hand on the pile of books, and said:

"Re-introduction, Schiller Rodriguez, secret spy officer of the XVI Directorate of the USSR State Security Committee, KGB agent ......"

Schiller lengthened his tone and said:

“…… A communist. ”