The female doctor in front of her finally frowned, looking even more impatient than just now.

But it was just impatience, and he didn't show surprise, let alone the shame and anger after his 'circle drawing' was exposed, but continued to ask directly:

"What the hell are you trying to say?"

She didn't even give any explanation for her actions, but she snatched the seat of the conversation leader very stiffly, and then turned to Sherlock for questions.

This is undoubtedly an overly strong woman.

But Sherlock didn't care about this, and just naturally explained according to the other party's meaning:

"What I want to say is that this office is not yours, it should be the office of a middle-aged man over 40 years old who doesn't care much about details, hair loss, on the fat side, need sweets to relieve his boredom, the desktop near the chair has obvious wood oxidation, which is caused by the long-term friction of his elbows when he is working, the oil secretion of the skin is high, there is a small mirror and a comb in the medical cabinet, the mirror was originally placed on the desk, and the comb teeth are deliberately made blunt, When I came in, I saw a lot of hair curls on the door shaft, and there were serious stains on the side of the armrests of the chair, and every time he ate the doughnuts, he would casually smear the frosting on his fingers there, and the sponge under the chair had been sunken down, with your weight of 100 pounds, you can't sit on this effect.

Anyway, from these details, it can be seen that this greasy uncle all the year round seems to be more in line with what a doctor in this psychiatric hospital should look like than Linglai, he has been here for a long time, so the duty system here is not as you said, it is rotated every few days. ”

Sherlock spoke quickly, but he knew that the woman in front of him could keep up with his own pace, and she still didn't say anything, let alone feel any surprise at Sherlock's statement of details, just looked at him calmly, and her expression didn't change at all.

Seeing this, Sherlock also continued:

"It seems that you still don't want to explain, so I'll continue.

In addition to the details I mentioned above, in fact, this room is quite clean, it should have been cleaned yesterday, the day before yesterday at the earliest, presumably to welcome your arrival and a special cleaning.

Oh. It's like I'm always emphasizing. Detail.

The original owner of this office obviously didn't care much about the details, so he didn't realize the problem of height.

To be more precise, he didn't realize that he shouldn't put most of the cases on the third compartment of the cabinet, because it's a bit too high for you, and it's very unaccustomed to picking up, and these medical record folders are obviously erased, not that wiping the medical record folder is absolutely impossible to happen, but in this kind of situation where there is only one doctor on duty, who would be idle to wipe the medical record folder.

In addition to this, there are many other messy details, such as the bruise on my waist, which most people probably don't know, and it is very difficult to be knocked down on the side ribs when a person is awake and has a sense of resistance, and it is also without any injuries to both arms.

And my hospital gown, although it was deliberately worn, but there was no way to hide the state of my hair, under the long-term contact with this material, my leg hair was not pressed to the skin, but one by one is quite refreshing, oh, and my nails, are not a little too clean, and the roots of the nails are white, this situation, generally after a long period of soaking in water.

Ay. I'm sure you're tired of hearing it too.

I'll just talk about the results.

I didn't live here for long, three or four days ago, I was supposed to be in a state of soaking in water, and my muscles were probably atrophied, but you somehow managed to get me back to normal quickly, and then you transported me to this mental hospital, put me in a hospital gown, and disguised me as a patient here.

At the same time, you have also requisitioned this office, you are not a doctor here, but have only come here in the last few days to disguise it.

Even the nurse outside the door was not an ordinary nurse, although the calluses between his fingers were deliberately worn off, but when there was nothing in his hands, he would still subconsciously hang his hands half-bent at his side, so that he could take out the gun at the hem of his clothes as quickly as possible, even if he didn't have a gun with him at all.

Will this kind of trained person come to work as a caregiver?

Anyway, you can see that although you have thought of many ways to hide your identity, but when things happen suddenly, you still can't be perfect in your hurry. ”

Sherlock finished a long sentence smoothly and quickly without disturbing him, and then paused with satisfaction.

"Finished?" The woman in front of her, who was called Lilith, finally spoke lightly.

"Well, if I were to continue, I would probably be able to talk for about 10 minutes, but personally, I'd rather hear what you have to say?"

"I just want to say that your symptoms show no signs of getting better, and you really think of yourself as a great detective, you think that your observation and analytical skills are outstanding, but those are just your own imaginary senses, in fact, you don't have this ability at all."

While speaking, Lilith turned over the medical record in her hand, and saw that what was sandwiched on it was really a medical record, and in the place where it was signed, it was really written [Lilith. Rosals].

"You should be trying to find an explanation for your delusions, so you imagined details like we are faking here and trying to coax you, but in fact, I am not drawing a circle, but actually signing."

As she spoke, she also flipped through the several medical records that had been signed before on the table, and showed them to Sherlock, and as a result, they were really all normal signatures.

"Also, you said that there wasn't a sound outside, but I think it's actually your own confused mind that blocks what you hear."

Sherlock frowned at this, for he seemed to be hearing some insects chirping, and, when he looked at the open window again, he saw some distant lights reflected on it.

Even the oxidized discoloration area of the desktop I saw just now, as well as the oil stains, I don't know when they disappeared.

It's like a daydream being punctured and everything is back to its original state.

"Well, that's to be expected, and we don't expect your condition to get better. But rest assured, your hospital stay will be enough for you to live to death in peace.

Oh, don't ask me who paid for these hospitalizations, I don't know. ”

Speaking of which, Lilith looked at her watch and said, "Well, it's almost time." Then he raised his voice and shouted at the door: "Mr. Hansen! ”

Soon, the stout nurse walked in, "Miss Lilith, is the examination over?" ”

"Yes, send him back, if he has trouble sleeping tonight, give him some sleeping pills, it will be good for him."

With that, Lilith rubbed her sour neck, and the nurse named Hansen carried Sherlock onto the cart.

With a soft "click", the door was closed, and Lilith was the only one left in the entire office.

It was at this moment that the woman behind the desk suddenly changed her whole state, her overly plain expression suddenly became very nervous and tired, she lowered her head heavily, and took a few deep breaths, as if she had just experienced a very difficult psychological test.

She rubbed her eyebrows, recalled the conversation with Sherlock just now, and even felt scared for a while, and then, she took out her mobile phone and dialed a number:

"The inspection is over"

"You have no idea how scary it is to deal with such a guy."

"Huh, fortunately, I used some methods to temporarily make him feel a little self-denying for himself, but this can't stop him at all, that guy will always find out the truth."

"I'm the most fucking senior psychologist in this fucking world, please don't just question my judgment!"

"Yes, I said it a long time ago, don't try to deceive him, and don't think we can outsmart that guy."

"Let the armed team be outside the test area 24 hours a day, ready to move at any time."

After saying this, Lilith finally hung up the phone tiredly, then lit a cigarette, and looked at the office she had carefully prepared, and the insects that were playing outside the window at any time, the simulated distant lights, and the oily stains that had been made by spending a lot of money on light and shadow, etc., she was a little surprised, all of this was observed by the guy who had just woken up for a few hours.

This is still in the case that the other party does not know the level of science and technology in this world

Lilith knew that it was impossible for these tricks to fool the man for too long, and even if the other party had some technological concepts about artificial light and shadow, her own tricks would definitely be seen through by the other party in the first place.

"Hoo ————"

She exhaled softly.

After so many years, there has been a second visitor from another world, and I don't know if it's a good thing.

At the same time, Sherlock was wheeled back into his hospital room.

Along the way, he kept thinking, thinking about what he had just experienced in that doctor's office.

Are you really imagining?

Fantasize about actions that the other person hasn't done at all, or even self-block the sounds that should have been heard, and make up some non-existent pictures?

For the most part, Sherlock is used to thinking logically, but when he finds that his brain begins to deceive himself, he will be helpless to fall into a dead end.

There is no way to pull the hair, so he lifts himself up. There is no way to prove the right or wrong of thinking itself through thinking.

So, he really had a little bit of self-doubt.

I kept thinking about it, remembering the foggy London where I had been, the steam escaping from the manhole covers, the carriages, the people praying in the streets.

However, he felt like he was trying desperately to prove that there was a two-dimensional world of [length, width, and height], and everything he thought about was in vain.

I don't know how long it has been.

"Boom———"

There was a knock on the door that I had heard not long ago, and then a lunch box was once again stuffed through the small window under the door.

"When you're done eating, push out the lunch box, don't let me go in and get it!"

The voice was still the same as the stout nurse just now, and listening to his tone, it seemed as if if if he came in, it would definitely not be as simple as just taking a lunch box.

Sherlock walked to the door, leaned over to pick up the lunch box, and sat back on the bed, shoving the dry mashed potatoes into his mouth with a plastic spoon inside.

"If everything is my imagination, can a preference for food be created out of thin air? If I've been in this ward for seven or eight years, or even more than ten years, then I've been eating this kind of food all the time.

Do I have an aversion to these processed and coarse foods because of imaginary steak wine?

Forehead. Even if the fantasy is true, then it seems that I have never eaten anything delicious in my fantasy world.

It's pathetic. ”

"What about my reasoning abilities? Can such a thing be born out of imagination? ”

Thinking of this, Sherlock threw the spoon in his hand directly towards the ceiling, and the moment the spoon left his finger, he calculated the time it hit the ground.

After 2.71 seconds, the spoon hits the ground, exactly as Sherlock calculated.

"———It seems that although my brain is a little confused and my reading speed is much slower than I think, I can still complete instantaneous observation and calculation.

So, am I training this ability in this room, when I have nothing to do?

Wait a minute

It seems that something is wrong. ”

Suddenly, Sherlock raised an eyebrow, and finally noticed something that didn't quite make sense.

That is. Why did Dr. Lilith explain this to herself?

If she's just a shift doctor, routinely doing some check-ups on herself, and not expecting her illness to be cured.

Then she can just talk to herself and let herself question everything.

Why waste time explaining to yourself?

It was as if she was trying to convince herself that what she was saying was true. ”

Thinking of this, Sherlock couldn't help but smile, he found that he still had some bad faults, that is, no matter what happened, he always liked to think first.

He completely forgot that normal people don't get the right result every time they think.

So for the most part, people are more willing to give up thinking and go with the flow.

So, Sherlock directly buttoned the lunch box in his hand, and then pushed it outside through the small window under the door, and lay down on the bed.

That's right, he was still thinking hard one second, and the next second he just gave up and was ready to sleep.

(End of chapter)