If there is no such person, it means that there is no such person. Twitching

In this society, it is hard to imagine that a person will appear out of thin air.

It's impossible.

Hartman's eyelids twitched slightly, he wanted to curse, but he couldn't.

For a moment, Hartman suspected that the Administrator had contracted the madness as well.

However, anyone can have a problem, not an administrator.

Over the years, the administrator has proven one thing - he is an absolutely qualified administrator.

Hartman silently put away the document, said nothing, and turned to leave. Twitching

Awu shouted behind him,

"Doctor, don't forget my visitation hours!"

As a family member of a patient, he naturally has the right to visit.

However, Arthur's situation is exceptional, and this is not the first time he has been hospitalized, and Dr. Hartmann needs a nod to visit.

It was a deal, and Au helped Hartman get the dossier he needed, and Hartman told him to meet Arthur.

Dr. Hartman nodded,

"It's been arranged for you, you can visit at any time." Twitching

As for what will happen to this visit...

Hartman was looking forward to it.

...

Visitation room.

Arthur was in a wheelchair and was pushed in.

The nurse placed Arthur across from Awu, and without saying anything, he turned and left.

On the wall, a countdown appears: 15 minutes. Twitching

Awu stood up and helped Arthur untie his hands and make him more comfortable.

Wu sighed, "I'm sorry, father."

He rarely said the word father.

At least, in front of Arthur.

Arthur showed a smile, this smile was not relief, but with a warm power, comforting Awu, as if to say: It's okay.

Of course, Arthur wasn't saying, "It's okay, it's all the same."

Arthur just wanted to tell Awu that there was nothing to be sorry for. Twitching

There is no one in the world who must be worthy of anyone, let alone who is sorry for whom.

"I don't know what to do, father..."

Awu sat across from Arthur and spoke slowly,

"I don't know what the world looks like in your eyes, but would you like to hear the world in my eyes?"

At this moment, the roles of the two seem to be reversed.

Arthur is not a patient, Awu is.

Even in a bondage suit, Arthur behaves more like a doctor. Twitching

Arthur nodded steadily, and he sat there, quietly listening to Awu.

Of course, this role reversal is also deliberate by Awu.

In terms of psychiatric treatment, there will be similar plans, which can be regarded as a kind of reverse thinking, allowing the patient to think about how to treat the disease, and hopefully the patient's illness will be cured.

It's just that I don't know if Ah Wu wants to be treated by talking, or if he is really cornered and has to seek help from his father.

"I don't think I need to talk too much about your part, let's skip the warmth and happiness and talk about the source of pain..."

Awu showed a far-fetched smile, his face was a little pale, and it was clear that he was also a little scared when he mentioned this topic.

"Auntie is dead." Twitching

These four words are the first depth charge that Awu brought to Arthur.

Elizabeth's sister, Al, is rumored to be convalescent in another psychiatric hospital...

Now, Awu has announced her death.

"She died, died by suicide, and no one knew why she did it."

When Awu spoke, he didn't deliberately look at Arthur.

However, Arthur is well aware of what Awu's subtext is.

A person will not die for no reason, let alone commit suicide for no reason. Twitching

Al's death, yes

Because she believed Arthur's nonsense.

She believes that she is an eternal being, with an infinite life to resurrect infinitely....

This set of nonsense has been said a lot, and naturally some people believe it, especially if Arthur firmly believes it.

Arthur was unmoved.

Awu didn't go to see Arthur and continued,

"Mother had a similar behavior, but for some reason, she stayed and didn't leave..."

Arthur just replied coldly with three words, twitching

"Really?"

These three words can mean a lot.

Is everything Awu said true?

Is Elizabeth really not dead?

How to interpret this sentence must not only refer to the context, but also understand Arthur as a person.

You know, in this day and age, it's all too easy to fake a living person.

AI intelligence, memory backup, cloning creatures.... Twitching

What is the difference between such a person and the one who was originally alive?

A simple question that silenced Awu.

He pursed his lips.

When he's not sure, he likes to do it.

Wu shook his head and said, "I don't know."

True and false, no one can tell clearly, whether they can completely distinguish it.

Is the world in front of you false or real? Twitching

Is it all a shadow of the cave fire, or is it the real world?

He didn't know.

Arthur felt like he knew.

But no one knows if Arthur knows the truth or not.

They are trapped in an unsolvable circle, like the protagonists in Inception, unable to distinguish between dreams and reality.

Awu quickly adjusted his mood and changed the topic.

"The outside world is starting to change, father." Twitching

When Awu mentioned this, he didn't have any unusual emotions, just said calmly,

"More and more people believe that they are in a virtual world, awakened to superpowers... In a way, it's all going according to your script."

Arthur shook his head and corrected,

"No one can write a script like this, no one can write everybody's story."

Awu continued,

"The vast majority of people are just crazy, their so-called superpowers are all products of technology, some of them are contained and treated, and some are directly retraced by memory, but the latest research shows that the effect of memory regression is not too good..."

The news from the outside world seems to confirm Arthur's previous words and Arthur's views. Twitching

However, Arthur just sat there quietly, with a smile on his face, and his eyes were even a little erratic.

Awu stopped.

He knew that his father didn't care about the information.

Arthur didn't care.

How the outside world is, from the moment he enters the madhouse, it doesn't matter.

Arthur has a lot of options, and since he chooses to go to an insane asylum, he doesn't have to worry about the outside world.

The outside world, whether it is sober or crazy, has nothing to do with Arthur. Twitching

After Awu stopped, neither father nor son spoke, allowing time to pass little by little.

The timer on the wall starts counting down.

There is only one minute left.

Awu stood up and walked to the door.

Awu stood in the doorway, looking back at Arthur, his eyes were extremely complicated.

I don't know if he believes in Arthur or if, like everyone else, he thinks Arthur is crazy.

Minutes and seconds passed. Twitching

Awu spoke with difficulty,

"Father..."

"You're not my son."

Hearing this, Awu was not surprised.

Neither Arthur nor Elizabeth were barren, and they adopted a child.

Awu knew about it.

He just didn't expect that Arthur would make this matter clear on such an occasion and in this form. Twitching

Awu said bitterly,

"You've always disliked it, so what should I call you?"

Arthur thought for a moment, raised his head, and looked at Awu, a familiar smile appeared on his face,

"If you don't mind, call me Mr. Luden."

When he said these four words, the smile on Luden's face was even bigger, and at this moment, even the noose looked more charming.

Mr. Luden.

Hearing these four words, Awu's shoulders trembled slightly. Twitching

He was trying his best to restrain himself, to restrain an inexplicable emotion.

Before this emotional outburst, no one knew what kind of energy was contained in Awu's body.

This name brought him the most glory and the most pain, tormented him every night and gave him hope every day.

Is this emotion anger? Or is it sad? Or awakening?

Either way, Ludon believes that he understands Awu, and Awu will understand what he means.

Awu controlled his voice, trying to behave as normally as he could.

He stumbled and said, twitching

"Road. . . Mount... Sir..."

Saying these four words seemed to drain the strength of Awu's whole body.

To be able to pronounce the name and address the other person like that, he seemed to have achieved a great victory.

Even so, Awu insisted on finishing his words,

"What should I do?"

Ludon raised his head a little higher, and instead of looking at Awu, he looked at the world outside the door.

No, Ludon seemed to be looking at the entrance of the cave. Twitching

The prisoner in the cave fable, who has broken free from his shackles, stands at the entrance of the cave, with confusion and uncertainty about the future, asking the passers-by, eager for some valuable advice.

He really needs Luden's help.

Faced with Awu's question, Ludon didn't think about it for long.

He gave a very ludded answer.

Lu Deng said in a deep voice,

"It's time for you to find a son of your own."