Wu Mian stayed at the base that night, and he couldn't sleep all night.

He is not an anxious person, but at this time, like an obsessive-compulsive disorder, he always wants to find his past.

But the more this happens, the more you don't get what you want.

The fog in his head was like an invisible wall, always keeping him out.

Wu Mian just wanted to get his memories back, but this matter seemed to be as difficult as the sky, and this feeling that his body was not under his control made him feel strange to himself.

endured the headache and stayed up all night, Wu Mian still found nothing, and called the psychiatrist before dawn.

As always, counseling doesn't work for him, but having someone around to talk to can at least divert his attention.

After diagnosis, the psychiatrist gave Wu Mian a final conclusion: "According to my judgment, you suffer from paranoid mental disorder and persistent mood disorder. In short, you don't actually have amnesia, but after experiencing a huge trauma, you actively block your memory, thereby reducing the pain brought by that memory, and the symptoms of your memory are actually a kind of protection for yourself by the body. ”

"Do you think it's protection?" Wu Mian disagrees with this statement: "Now amnesia brings me not only pain, but also trouble!" ”

"At least you can bear it, your brain starts to disobey the master's instructions, indicating that what you have lost must be causing you long-term suffering. According to the analysis of your situation, in fact, you are full of negativity about your own life, if you don't track it all the way, I'm afraid you won't even be able to recover your current memory. ”

The doctor looked at Wu Mian sympathetically: "Paranoid mental disorder is a very special symptom, you can understand it as being strong when it is strong, which means that the stronger the host's willpower, the more ruthless its symptoms are, and you yourself are fighting against yourself, and the greater the determination to fight, the greater the difficulty." ”

"So what?"

"The treatment of this disease cannot be rushed, first of all, it is necessary to calm down one's state of mind, not to exacerbate its deterioration, to allow one's body and mind to relax, and not to keep it tense until it drags itself down."

The doctor took the pen and paper and continued as he wrote: "I will prescribe you several drugs to relieve anxiety and sedation, and at the same time advise you not to obsess over the matter of finding memories in the short term, give yourself a breathing time, maybe when you are no longer entangled in this matter, you will get unexpected results." ”

"Running out of options?"

Wu Mian is very resistant to this feeling that others know about him, but he doesn't: "I can accept some physical stimulation. ”

"As I said, you think you're fighting the disease, you're actually fighting yourself, and other psychiatrists might agree with you doing that, but I'm different."

The doctor responded softly: "I don't know if you like to read martial arts novels, but what you are fighting now is not a physical disease, but your own mind, which can also be understood as your inner demon." ”

Wu Mian grabbed the doctor's prescription list and put it in his pocket: "Thank you." ”

"Actually, I think this episode is not a good thing for you, at least it is changing you and teaching you politeness."

The doctor smiled: "I have come to give your people so many post-war psychological counseling, but you have never received my treatment before. Your personality is too cold, your inner world is very closed, and there will be problems in the long run, or your current illness has a lot to do with your previous personality. ”

Wu Mian rarely met someone who was willing to tell him the truth: "Was I really so annoying before?" ”

"To be precise, I don't hate you, and I think other people feel more like fear of you than they hate you."

The psychiatrist calmly grasped the scale of the dialogue: "Compared with before, you give me the feeling of being more like a person now." A person with emotions, troubles, and emotions. ”

"The more weaknesses I expose, the greater the danger to me." Wu Mian became vigilant: "This is not a good thing. ”

"But whether those cold-blooded and powerful are real, or are they strong, only you know that the high-pressure life has destroyed your mind, right?"

The doctor found that Wu Mian's thinking was deviant, and began to make psychological hints: "Dangerous people are not necessarily invincible, in the same way, justice and light are by no means reasons for failure, I know that the word justice is more old-fashioned, but most people still believe in it, evil has evil retribution, and it has been the unchanging truth since ancient times!" ”

Wu Mian's eyes suddenly became clear: "Evil has evil retribution, it is a deception to a child, you can treat me, but don't persuade me to be a good person, otherwise...... I'd think you're ill-intentioned. ”

The doctor was shocked by Wu Mian's subconscious self-protection and strong beliefs: "Of course, what I said is just psychological counseling knowledge, and your life is still in your own hands." ”

At this moment, there was a noise outside the door, Wu Mian got up and opened the door, looked at the running crowd, and stretched out his hand to stop a person: "What's wrong?" ”

A heavily armed member of the Hidden Dragon looked nervous: "Brother Shen has symptoms of separation of spirit and flesh!" He killed! Accountant Wu, you immediately find a place to hide! ”

In the Hidden Dragon Organization, only a few people know Wu Mian's true identity, and even if others are the guards of the base, it is difficult to see Wu Mian in ordinary times, and his public identity is only an accountant of the base.

Hearing that Shen Jiahong had symptoms of separation of soul and flesh, Wu Mian motioned to the psychiatrist to hide in his office, and then hurriedly walked to the ward.

As the strongest combat force of the Hidden Dragon Organization, Shen Jiahong's mutation made everyone nervous, and the base guards were on the highest alert, guarding the door with loaded guns and ammunition to deal with the dangers that might arise at any time.

Seeing Wu Mian appear, Lu Dayu stepped forward to meet him, and said in a low voice: "Brother Jiu, the situation inside is very dangerous, and it is not appropriate for you to show up on this occasion, or ......"

"Let people disperse."

Wu Mian interrupted Lu Dayu, waited for him to withdraw the guards outside, pushed the door and entered the ward.

What came into view was a corpse with no upper body and blood spraying all over the wall, Di Tiangong and his two assistants ignored this and were adjusting the instruments in the room.

"Ahh Yes!!! ”

Shen Jiahong was fixed to the hospital bed by more than a dozen restraint belts at the moment, and a hairy roar came out of his throat.

His body was twisting, various weapon parts were flickering uncontrollably, and his head was constantly changing directions, this kind of incongruous picture looked weird, which also meant that Shen Jiahong had lost control of his body.