The cart was heading forward, and Sherlock was quiet, observing everything around him.

He was now in a long hallway, flanked by rooms similar to the hut he had just been in, and some of the rooms had windows on the doors, so he could see the situation inside, some were empty, some were locked inside, and these people were wearing the same hospital gowns as himself, standing quietly behind the door and looking out, or wandering blindly in the small space.

"What's that?" Sherlock asked suddenly.

"Huh?"

"There's a little iron box on the ceiling we passed by just now."

The nurse looked puzzled, and looked back at the top of the corridor: "You don't even know the monitor, do you?" ”

"Monitor?"

"Hey, it looks like I'm going to have to talk to the doctor about your condition."

The nurse didn't explain much, but Sherlock could probably guess what the little iron box was from the name "Monitor".

Obviously, the technology in this place you are in now seems to be much higher than the upper limit of technology you know.

After walking some distance, the nurse finally stopped.

Beside him was a door, and the word "Doctor's Office" was clearly written on the door number in the upper left corner, and Sherlock saw that the nurse combed his hair with his fingers again, and also sorted out his work clothes, which no matter how he tidied up, he would not make himself look more handsome, and then. There was a knock on the door.

"Ms. Lilith, the patient brought it to you."

"Come in."

A woman's voice came from inside the door.

The nurse pushed them away, then reoriented the cart and pushed him inside.

At this point, Sherlock also saw the inside of the doctor's office.

In fact, there is nothing to observe, only a work, and a few cabinets with medical cases on the wall. The only thing that Sherlock cared about was the bespectacled female doctor in front of her, sitting behind her desk.

He looked to be in his 30s, wearing a very good white coat, and was rummaging through a medical case in his hand, according to the nurse's name just now, this doctor was undoubtedly [Miss Lilith].

But in Sherlock's concept, the person should be called . Nightingale is right.

Forehead. It doesn't seem right to think so, because Nightingale is only in his early 20s, and the one in front of him is already 30 years old, but because the two look too similar, Sherlock has to subconsciously feel that the one in front of him is Nightingale ten years later.

Also, Sherlock remembers that he was in a coma and had a strange dream.

In that dream, he became a perspective, and his eyes were full of green liquids and bubbles, through which he had seen the woman in front of him.

Even from the other party's lips, he deciphered incoherent words such as "experimenter", "wake up", "the other side" and so on.

This made him fall into deep thought, because if you look at this situation, all this should be just a vain story that a delusional person has invented when he is sick.

While Sherlock was thinking, the caregiver had removed Sherlock from the cart and placed him on a chair across from Ms. Lilith's desk.

This chair is characteristic, the four chair legs are welded to the ground, and there are iron rings on the armrests with restraint straps, which should be considered a facility that must be in a mental hospital, after all, no one wants these patients with brain problems to suddenly go crazy and pounce on the doctor to strangle the doctor when they are checking their condition.

Soon, the nurse next to him tied Sherlock to the iron chair, bowed to Dr. Lilith very flatteringly, and told her that he was guarding the door and that he could call him whenever he had something.

After speaking, he walked out of the office and closed the door very sensibly.

At this point, in the entire room, only Sherlock was tied up, and the beautiful doctor in front of him.

Wow~Wow~

Ms. Lilith did not immediately deal with Sherlock, but continued to look through the cases in her hands, in the mental hospital, the patient cannot be said to have no human rights at all, but it is also in a similar state, no one will complain to the doctor, dissatisfied with their hospital life, and there is nowhere to reason, you have to eat whatever you are given, disobedient, most likely it is to be beaten or increase the amount of medication or something.

In short, even if the doctor leaves it aside, you can only let it dry.

Fifteen minutes later, Lilith finally finished her work, and she looked up at Sherlock in front of her.

When the two eyes met, Sherlock also realized that although the woman in front of him looked the same as Nightingale, there seemed to be a lack of 'brilliance' on her body.

Sherlock didn't know how to explain this 'brilliance', but in short, Miss Nightingale's beauty, in addition to her own perfect face and beautiful figure, also needed to include her pure and noble heart, and her behavior of traveling through the world and bringing hope to the world, etc., which gave her an intoxicating temperament, which made people naturally respect and admire her.

And the doctor in front of her doesn't seem to have this kind of brilliance, she's just a doctor.

Of course, in terms of appearance alone, this Miss Lilith is definitely the kind of existence at the top of the thousands, even if she wears glasses now, and has a serious face without a smile, she can still charm almost everyone who has seen her.

The two looked at each other for a second or two, and Lilith said lightly, "You seem to be calm today." ”

"Calm?" Sherlock repeated the adjective: "So, I'm not usually in this state?" ”

Hearing this, Lilith pulled out a medical record: "Well, it looks like you've forgotten quite a few things again. ”

She said this bluntly in front of Sherlock, and picked up the pen to write something on the medical record, and replied as she wrote: "In the past three years or so, we have had almost 27 routine check-ups, 12 of which you are in a state of peace, and the remaining few times, you are all in a state of euphoria, constantly saying that you want to go back, return to your own world, say that this is hell, and try to summon some demons and other monsters to bite me to death." ”

Sherlock was silent for a moment: "So, what disease is diagnosed on my medical record?" ”

"Severe paranoia." Lilith spread her hands.

"How serious?"

"From past cases, it seems that you have built a world infested by demons in your mind, and you are a detective in this world, probably because you have been reading the Sherlock Holmes Detective Book for a long time, so you fantasize about yourself as a character in the book, and that's it."

"Is that all?" Sherlock was still in a state of thought: "I must have lived here for a long time, there should be a lot of records about me in the medical records, can you tell me more about it?" ”

Lilith seemed impatient, but she responded with the basic qualities of a doctor:

"I'm sorry, there was a fire in this hospital a few years ago, all the medical records were burned, including yours, we don't even know what your name is, let alone contact your relatives, you should be glad that your hospitalization expenses have been enough for you to live here until you are eighty or ninety years old, otherwise you would have been thrown into a simple group ward.

As for what I know about you

All I can say is that you are quite delusional, and you have stuffed all the people you have met into your fantasy world.

Take me, for example, you started calling me Miss Nightingale during a routine check-up more than a year ago, and wanted me to help you escape.

In addition to that, you fantasize about your last attending doctor as your partner——— John. Watson.

You fantasize your former ward roommate to be Moriarty, and you assign him the status of a religious chief.

The old man who usually cleans, you call him Dante.

A family member who visits a sick person, you call Miss Irene.

In short, it seems that as long as you have seen a face, you will find a corresponding identity for others in your fantasy.

Honestly, if you can keep this calm all the time, I would even suggest that you write about these nonsense contents, and maybe some people will like to read them. ”

Sherlock listened carefully to every word the other person said, as if trying to find some loopholes in it.

But this is a paradox, because when everything you experience is defined as some kind of delusion, it is actually very difficult to find loopholes in the realm outside of delusion, just like people who are in a dream, most of the time they will not find themselves in a dream.

Of course, Sherlock did not break down on this, hysterically, he still asked very calmly:

"How do you know that?"

"Of course you told me, the rule of this hospital is that each routine examination should not be less than two hours, so you have told me these things more than once."

"E-but, as a doctor, is it really good to discuss the content of his delusions with a delusional patient in such a straightforward way, will it aggravate the patient's condition?"

"It may be aggravated, but it may also be lessened." Miss Lilith still didn't care very much: "But it doesn't make a difference.

Because in the countless treatments that have been tried on you in the past, it has actually been proven that it is unlikely that your paranoia will be cured.

Didn't you notice that there is no treatment in your schedule, only routine check-ups.

Oh, sorry, you may have forgotten all of that.

And what we're talking about today will be forgotten in the coming week, or even early tomorrow morning.

So, let's just talk casually now, and when it's time for the routine check-up, you go back to your single room, and I'm supposed to go home from work. ”

When Lilith said this, she hadn't actually looked at Sherlock, and she had once again turned her attention to the work at hand, flipping through or signing the thick stack of medical records. And the chat with Sherlock seems to be just a problem for her to deal with Sherlock's brain, so that he can be quieter, anyway, it is to highlight a distraction.

This kind of attitude does not seem to be inappropriate for a routine examination in a mental hospital.

"What year is it?"

"A.D. 2037."

"You don't know my real name and my real age?"

"Of course, I was only deployed here after that fire."

"So how many years have you been working here?"

"Five years."

"In other words, I've been here for at least five years."

"Hmm."

"So, you mentioned getting off work?"

“.” In front of her, Dr. Lilith's hand that was signing suddenly stopped, and she finally raised her head and glanced at Sherlock suspiciously: "What do you mean?" ”

"I just want to make sure you mentioned that you're going home from work." Sherlock explained, "But don't be sure, because I remember very well that you said something like that. ”

"Yes, I said that, so what?"

"So I was a little strange, it was undoubtedly night, and I couldn't see any light from the window, not even the reflection of the light from the window, that is, in the direction I could see, and in the opposite direction that I couldn't see, it was pitch black.

Pushed along the way, I can feel that in the year 2037 AD, night light should be a very common technology, so in summary, I can at least 90% be sure that this mental hospital should be located in an area far away from the place of residence.

No, it shouldn't be said that it is far from the place of residence, there are not even factories around, there is no sound of cars passing by, there are no horse-drawn carriages, no people, even I don't hear the chirping of insects, the windows are open, the temperature at night should be around 25 degrees, at this temperature, in such a place far from the hustle and bustle, there are no insects breeding? ”

Miss Lilith frowned, "So what exactly are you trying to say?" ”

"I want to say, in such a deserted place, is it necessary for a beautiful lady like you to go home at this time, without fear of danger?"

"Don't be afraid." Lilith responded: "I don't know what is wrong with going home at night in your mind, I guess you want to say that there will be robberies and other things, but the quality of the citizens is very high now, and there will be no situation you are worried about." ”

"I see." Sherlock nodded, "Do you drink tea?" ”

"What?"

"I saw a cup in the cabinet with heavy tea stains on it, and the size of the cup didn't look like a lady's style, so this shouldn't be your office."

"It's not mine, I'm just here for a routine check-up."

"Okay. Actually, I didn't see the teacup."

“.” Lilith fell silent.

Sherlock continued to mutter, like a nobody, "And there's. . . I noticed that the handwriting you signed was not writing the name "Lilith", you just seemed to be drawing circles on the medical record, right? ”

(End of chapter)