A spherical robot wrapped in a soft inflatable membrane slowly rolled in front of Munch, this is the Titan Type 07 robot, mainly responsible for the guidance of the hospital, and it is the one who led the beard just now.

"Sir, I just saw you rubbing your forehead lightly, and at the same time, I noticed a large change in your heart rate, and your brain is full of fear, what's wrong with you? Feeling unwell? What elements here make you feel threatened? Click Authorize and let me match you with the right department. ”

The dark shadow at Munch's feet was as quiet as usual at this time, and he waved his hand to signal that he didn't need to. Because, the fear of the unknown is incurable.

"Okay, respect your wishes." After a pause for a few seconds, the sphere robot rotated one hundred and eighty degrees in place, and a gentle voice continued to sound: "Please follow me." Your scheduled psychiatric consultation will begin ten minutes later. ”

"It's finally me." Munch held on to the bottom of his backpack, stood up, pulled open a slit, and looked at Bane in the bag, sleeping soundly. He followed the robot's guidance and walked quickly to the door of the fifth consultation room. A gap opens on each side of the metal door frame, and the identification system sticks outwards to accurately scan Munch's face. Munch's medical records are loaded synchronously and appear on a transparent screen between the door frames. The file records his basic information and physiological indicators in detail, and a few words are written in bold red letters in the cause column: intermittent delusional disorder.

Munch pouted in dissatisfaction at the cause. Quickly swipe the content of the screen to the end, find the risk need, and click to know. After confirming, the door to the examination room parted on both sides, and Munch took a deep breath and stepped into the darkness.

The door behind him closed automatically, and the six walls of the consultation room were covered with transparent liquid screens.

In the center of the room, a circular workbench made of matte metal is suspended, and along the edges, a half-human-high transparent barrier encloses it, displaying Munch's various physiological data. Two leather chairs, standing opposite each other, one black and one white, are emblazoned on the back with a dove of peace around the red cross. On the black sofa sat a woman of about thirty-five, with blonde hair tied behind her head, energetic and capable. On the bridge of the nose is a pair of simple medical glasses, which well modify the elongated face shape.

"Hello, Dr. Taylor, we meet again." Munch greeted the woman on the couch. She smiled warmly, revealing her white teeth. She is Munch's psychiatrist, Moses Taylor.

Moses stretched out his hand, and an arc-shaped translucent operating disc appeared in front of her, and with his fingers flicked forward, the workbench came to Munch. Munch stepped forward, and the place where his feet landed stretched out a step, and after two or three steps, he walked up, sat down on the white sofa, took his backpack off his chest, and placed it beside him. Bane woke up from his deep sleep and squirmed in his bag, trying to poke his head out of it, but Munch quickly covered it with his hand and looked at Moses in embarrassment.

Moses didn't care, but took control of the workbench and moved it to the center of the room. "It's okay, I won't report your live pet, its presence has a positive impact on your condition. You can let it come out and breathe. Rest assured, the surveillance in the clinic is completely confidential, and only the doctor in charge has the right to see it, not even the police. Once you've taken care of it, we'll officially start today's treatment. ”

Munch looked delighted and hugged Bane out. Placed on the couch, it stretched forward and down, and then slowly lay down against Munch's thigh. He put his right hand on Bane's body, and his two fingers subconsciously rubbed the white soft hair, and attached the implant of his left hand to the metal sensing area on the armrest of the seat. Several streams of information of different colors were established between Munch and Moses. "Dr. Taylor, I'm ready to go." Moses nodded, and a one-hour countdown appeared on the screen at the top of the room.

"According to the last treatment record, you said that strange sounds and blurry images always appear in your head, it has been going on for a long time, and in the last half month, has the situation improved?" Moses searched Munch's case and asked.

"No......" Munch held his forehead with his left hand, pressed his thumb on his temple, and rubbed it gently. The strange sound disappeared for a while, but the image became clearer and clearer, and it has always been repeated lately. ”

"What kind of image?"

"Well...... a string of characters, to be exact. TS-010628, I don't know what it means, but it always appears inexplicably in all my dreams. Munch's tone was full of confusion.

Moses carefully observed Munch's indicators and found that when he spoke about the characters, his heart rate and breathing changed significantly, and at the same time, the hot area of the posterior cerebral cortex, which was responsible for the construction of the dream, sent out brain waves with defensive messages. With confusion in her eyes, she amplified and parsed the signal, revealing that the source of the information could not be identified. Moses habitually lifted his medical glasses, through which Munch's body was in full view, and the implant in his arm, which was connected to the digestive system, was particularly conspicuous. "Mind taking me to your dreams?" Moses sent Munch an application for authorization to enter.

"Don't worry, I will look at everything in dreams with a medical eye, dreaming is human instinct, let me enter your dreams, it will better solve your problems, and besides, there is an unrecognizable source of information in your brain......"

"Unidentified sources of information? Inside my brain? Munch kept tapping his forehead, skeptical. Sometimes, doctors use a variety of methods to get the truth about a patient's condition, including making up reasons for being unsettling. However, Munch finally agreed, and put the medical glasses that popped out of the armrest on his head.

All the screens in the room flickered at the same time, and the ceiling at the top slowly sank to reveal a dense circle of virtual set imagers, casting light that covered the entire space. The fragments of dreams are like stars, floating in space, and the colors refracted are dazzling. Munch's eyes swept over the date tab and he selected the node for August 23. The scene in the room quickly shifts, and Munch and Moses are immediately immersed in a deep silence.

Moses subconsciously held his breath. There is no color in the world in front of me except for darkness. The black canopy of trees stacked on top of each other, the black mountains covered with black rocks, and the dim clouds at the edge of the skyline squeezed Moses' optic nerves like a waterfall, forcing her to adjust the display mode of her glasses in exchange for a moment of peace.

"Dr. Taylor, did you know that there are a handful of people in the world who have dreams that are inherently black and white? But I don't belong to that category. Strangely, in recent times, whenever it appears, my dreams will become like this. After speaking, he pointed to the black hut at the top of the mountain behind him.

"A specific scene refers to a certain subconscious within you, which is not managed by the hot area of the posterior cerebral cortex, and draws your attention with illogical scene construction. Of course, when negative emotions exceed the physical load, it can also cause a loss of dream color. Have you been stressed lately? Moses explained quietly.

Faced with the boring statement, Munch ignored it and just wanted to press the mute button. He silently led Moses to the top of the hill and stopped in front of the black willow house, which had a string of red characters written on it: TS-010628.

"Doctor Taylor, you see, the red characters don't fit in with the surroundings, and obviously I didn't originally construct them. Is it a mysterious force sending me a message to make me a savior? ”

Moses ignored Munch's remarks and walked to the door, enlarging the characters. "The edges are jagged, the depressions are not deep, and the incisions are full of sawdust and barbs, which are clearly the marks of hand-knife carving." She meditated in her heart.

The sound of speech in the cabin caught Moses' attention, and she pressed the tip of her nose against the glass to minimize the distraction caused by reflections. Inside the room was a woman with waist-length hair and a white lab coat. Because his back is facing the window, he can't see his age and appearance clearly. She was trying to soothe the crying baby in her arms. Moses used his index finger and thumb to pull up and down the scene in front of her, magnifying the baby's face, making it look familiar to her. After the bone image recognition of the medical glasses, Moses asked with some surprise, "Munch, this baby...... It's you? Is that your mother? Moses pointed into the house.

"To be honest, I don't know," Munch has a very inadequate memory of his mother. Hesitantly pacing in front of Moses, he pretended to be deep and said, "From the third-person perspective presented, it is more like an observer who is outside the situation, peeping at the content of the memory...... "He held his chin with one hand, imitating Moses' diagnosis and conclusion.

"Changing topics, pretending to be humorous, reversing identities, and being psychologically in a subconscious defensive state." Moses quickly deciphered the key message from Munch's actions and dismissed the idea of continuing to ask. "Then let's look at the other dreams." Munch took the initiative to break the silence and switch the dream to another date: August 20th. Next to the black wooden house lies an old watch with a stick figure image engraved on the strap of a topogram flower. The hands rotated in reverse, and the faint ticking sound and images slowly disappeared as the dream switched.

The black fades, and the color elements return to the world.

In the dream, Munch is following the animals from the first perspective, frolicking and carnivaling in the lush forest. The tiger surrounded Munch, well-behaved and docile. The wild boar arches fresh fruit to his hand with its fangs. The python was entangled together and turned into his couch......

"Fairy tale world? The little shyness in the heart of the macho man? Moses was surprised to say such a down-to-earth complaint.

A monkey jumps from cane to canopy with the help of a cane hanging from its trunk, and its forehead is inlaid with crystals that glow with a lilac light. As he swung behind Munch, thick rattans fell from the sky and pulled him up suddenly. Munch's perspective then shifted, and when he focused again, he was already following the monkey, jumping from tree trunk to tree.

In the direction of Munch and the monkeys, a giant tree burst through the sky, its branches dividing the clouds into pieces. In the middle of the trunk is the inscription TS-010628. Moses enlarged the picture, and it was still a hand-carved knife.

The scene continues to jump, Munch and the monkey climb down the trunk of the tree to the top, a dense white mist obscuring the surrounding details. Only the lilac light on the monkey's forehead, constantly flickering. The trunk shook violently, and the monkey let out a shrill cry, and its two front paws grabbed Munch's chest, tearing it open to the sides. The beating heart was exposed to the white mist, the monkey's eyes straightened, poked his head in, bit his heart, and kept drilling into the chest, blood splattered wantonly, and the monkey's body slowly became smaller, and finally disappeared completely, merging with Munch.

Seeing such a scene, Moses grabbed Munch's hand and let out an exclamation.