East of Cook Strait and south of the Pacific Ocean.

The city of sailing, Auckland.

The morning light concealed the clouds and mist and sank into this seaport city.

Green and rolling mountains, endless waves, ocean climate, cool monsoons, and rental sailboats docked at the harbor.

In the coastal area far away from the city, a majestic lighthouse stands on the rocks, seemingly motionless even when the waves are crashing.

Trenton Psychiatric Rehabilitation Center.

This is a well-known hospital in New Zealand. It prohibits electroconvulsive therapy or other radical clinical treatment methods. Drugs are only auxiliary. It advocates that patients overcome the relapse of the situation and use mentally rehabilitative life experiences to achieve flexibility.

of recovery.

In addition to accepting mentally ill patients, it will also provide hallucinogen withdrawal services for some wealthy children. Of course, the fees are extremely high.

Continuous investment of funds and word-of-mouth have formed a virtuous cycle. This place not only has a small artificial lake for fishing, but also has venues for various ball games. The patient dormitories also have pleasant sea views.

Office of the Director of the Nursing Center.

He received a very powerful call. This big shot wanted to talk to a psychiatric clinician here.

"You mean... Hugo?"

"Anderson Hugo?"

The dean was a little helpless, because after the same phone call last time, Hugo disappeared for more than half a month before returning, and he didn't know where he went. During this period, he couldn't be contacted at all, and he seemed to have disappeared from the world.

As the main physician of the nursing center, many patients' families have heard his name through various channels and learned about his many successful cases before being admitted to the hospital. Once he leaves, the benefits will drop sharply.

Although I am very reluctant, the other party's energy is too great, and I am not the little dean who can refute or make small moves, but at least wait until he has finished today's class.

A chess and card room in the health center.

A mental patient wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown looked at the 24-hour schedule on the wall and kept looking at it stupidly, his facial muscles faintly twitching.

【alex, it’s time for consultation.】

The female nurse wrote something on the note and handed it to a man named Alex. He suffered from a certain degree of depersonalization and paranoid mental disorder and was extremely unwilling to communicate. He usually passed it on in the form of notes.

But one thing makes the female nurse feel strange, because when the consultation time comes every day, he is always extremely uneasy and even willing to talk.

"No...I won't go."

Alex stared at the form on the wall, which said 10:00 consultation, and then looked at the electronic clock beside him.

9:57:41

The red numbers kept beating, getting closer to ten o'clock every second.

He seemed to have entered some kind of trance, staring at the clock in complete trance, breathing rapidly, his mouth turning white, and beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Alex? Alex?"

The female nurse suddenly felt a little scared and couldn't help but take out the sedative syringe from the tool box, fearing that he would suddenly explode.

In addition, she has also heard a lot of rumors about Hugo. Alex is not the only one. Almost all the patients treated by him are more or less resistant to consultation. A small number of them are extremely disgusted or even... fearful. Alex is like that.

One of the.

Due to confidentiality measures, outsiders are not allowed in when the doctor is talking to the patient, and they do not know what he has done.

He is also a weirdo in life. He never goes to any travel activities or various dinner parties organized by the hospital staff. He is extremely mysterious and seems to only live in conversations and various forms of characters.

"It's almost ten o'clock, Alex."

The female nurse reminded.

"I know I know."

I don't know if he was laughing, or if he was sobbing in fear, like a rodent's facial muscles spasming.

She took the patient out of the chess and card room, and walked through the maze-like convalescent center, and finally...

Stepped into a deep corridor.

There are no windows in this bottomless corridor. Every time you take a step, you can hear the sound of shoes hitting the ground, and the echoes are blocked by those lightless walls.

Ta-ta-ta...

Halfway through, Alex suddenly stopped. He saw the photo on the wall, which said the attending physician Anderson Hugo, as well as various introductions. The head of the photo in the white coat was covered by a shadow, making it difficult to see clearly.

face.

thump.

Alex fell to his knees without warning, started sobbing, hugged the female nurse's leg, and begged: "I have recovered... I have recovered, I want to go home... please

Already."

His body was trembling, curled up like a frozen quail, every pore was tightly closed, and his hairs stood on end.

The female nurse was a little stunned and didn't know what to do.

Until he even let out a heart-rending cry, which was blocked by thick walls that could transmit echoes, all pouring into the female nurse's cochlea.

At this moment...

There was a squeaking sound.

That was the door to Hugo's office. It was slowly pushed open, making a wheezing sound like the rusty hinges of a swollen wooden door. The harsh, sharp squeaking sound was like the soundtrack in a supernatural thriller movie.

"Come in, Alex."

Extremely kind words came from inside the door. The voice sounded about forty years old, slightly hoarse, but it had a strange and friendly magnetism. Even if he didn't speak loudly, he could definitely hear every word and imprint it on his heart.

heart.

What surprised the female nurse.

After hearing this, Alex wiped his tears with his sleeves, stood up expressionlessly, and entered the door like a living dead.

boom!

The door was slammed shut.

The female nurse was shocked, but she didn't care and went back the way she came.

In the office.

Hugo opened the blinds, allowing plenty of sunlight to shine in. From here, you can see the intersection between the ocean and the sky. The cries of seabirds and the sound of waves are extremely pleasant. The water splashes on the rugged rocks, constantly being crushed and hit again and again.

The coming waves can't help but make people feel stronger.

Seabirds flying in flocks in the sky caught Alex's eye and were captured by Hugo.

"Do you like these birds?"

Hugo closed the "Red and Black" on the table and asked.

"I'm jealous of them."

Alex replied.

"Is it."

"It doesn't have to be like this at all, you are better than them."

"They're just weak creatures that need groups, and you..."

"It's an eagle."

Because of his cowardly character, Alex was always bullied by his classmates in the name of friends in school, extorting some money or asking him to do something. Until one day on his birthday, these classmates came to his home in the name of friends.

To celebrate his birthday, he discovered his sister, controlled him, and violently raped his sister. Afterwards, his sister committed suicide, although she had already resorted to legal action.

But Alex will never forget that day, suffering repeatedly in the purgatory of regret and self-blame.

Hugo continued to add.

"You fight against the coldest mountains and fight against the harshest sky."

"Spreading its wings and flying high on those huge rocks, hovering in the sky, drawing huge circles."

"To be honest, I envy this kind of power and this kind of loneliness."

Hugo is about in his early forties, with medium-long dark brown hair. Although he is clean shaven, he still retains rough stubble. There are already traces of time etching on his face, but he can still distinguish the handsome face of the past.

His face and blue eyes are like the ocean, like...the gloomy deep sea.

"I've done what you asked... Doctor Hugo, I've done it."

Alex sobbed.

Every time at this time, Hugo asked him to recall that day in detail, all the details, whether she was on the sofa, on the bed, or even on the floor, by one person or several people, taking turns, or at the same time, she was

How did he die? Was it due to arterial blood loss, crushed internal organs, or suffocation due to drowning.

accurate.

More precise.

Accurate to the specifics of what she was doing every second, each person's expression, the lighting at that time, whether she was crying, how many decibels it was, whether she resisted or endured like a corpse.

Until the face of the corpse is completely painted with a brush, and the scene of each frame is completely depicted.

It should be so clear that you can even fully immerse yourself in the experience in your imagination.

Day after day, year after year.
To be continued...