"Then may I venture to ask, what is the reason for your current broken personality?" Charles asked rather cautiously.
Schiller sighed and said: "The phenomenon of lack of control over private resources during childhood that you analyzed before does exist, but it does not exist in orphanages, but in the laboratory of the foreign organization that took me away.
among."
"The vast majority of the orphanages where I work are children with congenital diseases. A small number of healthy children, especially boys, will be adopted and left quickly."
Charles immediately noticed a key point in his words. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Eastern countries?"
Schiller nodded and continued: "Taking care of children with congenital defects requires a lot of patience, and the salary is very meager. Most of the teachers who can stay there for a long time are very caring."
"Except for some naughty children with bad personalities, most of the remaining children get along pretty well. Although their material conditions are not very good, they can still get by."
"Children have very few toys, and orphanages cannot afford disposable or fragile toys, so the most common type of toys there are wooden building blocks, because they are cheap enough and can even be made by hand, but there are endless
How to play.”
"At that time, a popular way of playing among children was to build blocks as high as possible."
"Teachers seem to think that this kind of competition and praise for the winner can encourage them to socialize, so they frequently lead children to play this kind of game. However, because of the social barriers of autism, I almost never participate."
"But watching this game repeatedly also had a certain impact on me. When I was immersed in my own world, I also began to copy the form of this game. I began to build a tower of building blocks in my own spiritual world.
."
"Later, the teachers seemed to feel that simply building tall towers was not enough to develop children's intelligence. They began to color the building blocks and told them that they represented something in daily life. The teachers named them and the children
We put the designated building blocks on top, so that children with intellectual disabilities can build up their understanding of daily objects as much as possible."
"After observing for a period of time, I also began to assign meaning to the building blocks in my mind. For example, this block represents arithmetic, that memory block represents the written down words, and the block next to it represents the method of talking to people."
"Because I repeated it many times, the abilities I possess really seemed to have turned into building blocks that I stacked up, and gradually turned into a tall tower in my spiritual world."
Charles was fascinated by what he heard, until Schiller stopped talking. It took him a long time to react and said: "It's very strange. This is the first time I've heard of such a thing."
"But the good times didn't last long." Schiller pursed his lips, and for the first time, Charles saw some strong emotional fluctuations on his face, which might be sadness or regret.
"When the foreigner wanted to take me away, I had a premonition, so I cried and yelled and refused to go with him. The teacher really had no choice but to persuade the foreigner to leave first."
"But they didn't intend to give up, and when they came for the second time, I hid. At that time, I didn't know that the people who came this time were not expedition personnel."
Charles frowned fiercely, as if he had anticipated what would happen next.
"They found a group of people. They might have bribed them before, or they might have developed after they became interested in me. But anyway, that group of people rushed into the orphanage and said that the director of the orphanage abducted them.
The child of a relative—that is, me."
"They wanted to take me away in this way, but the teachers and the dean who worked with me day and night had long since noticed that I had some special ability. I was unwilling to leave, so they stopped the group of people.
A big conflict broke out.”
"You were taken away in the end?"
Schiller nodded and said: "Those foreigners gave them guns, and the teacher and dean who had been taking care of me died. I don't know what happened after that, because I was quickly taken away from the border."
nation."
Schiller took a deep breath and said: "Witnessing all this caused me great excitement. The tower I built in my spiritual world completely collapsed."
Schiller turned his eyes aside and added: "For a long time after that, my thinking was very confusing. I only remember one thing. If I didn't cry, make trouble or talk as usual, I would have followed
If the foreigner leaves, maybe none of this will happen."
"So I couldn't speak for a long time after arriving at the laboratory, which also caused my later self to be unable to speak as well."
Charles was silent for a long time before saying: "...I'm sorry."
Schiller shook his head, indicating that everything was over. He sighed softly and said: "That organization shot itself in the foot. I bound all my abilities to the tower of building blocks.
The tower collapsed, and I had no response to any stimulation from the outside world. Their control methods left me with nothing but the memory of how to manipulate others."
"Some of my violent actions were just because I was not thinking rationally at the time, but they felt that it was time to send me back so that I could create a murderous crime with significant impact at a critical juncture."
Charles narrowed his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth uncontrollably, and said, "The result must be tragic, right?"
Schiller nodded and said: "I was strictly controlled in the laboratory, so they didn't even notice that I was violent and indistinguishable between friend and foe."
"They wanted me to interfere with the development of a major incident. To put it simply, they wanted to frame the government for the wanton massacre of protesting civilians. But because I delayed some time in killing them, I missed the best opportunity. That country's intelligence organization discovered their
The conspiracy also discovered me."
"At that time, my abilities were not under control and abnormalities could easily be seen, so I was captured and sent to a place called the Ninth Institute."
"Another lab?"
"Absolutely." What Charles didn't expect was that Schiller nodded and said, "It's more like a combination of a laboratory, a sanatorium, and a prison for serious offenders."
"I was subject to a very strict investigation and interrogation, but at that time my mind was not clear at all. After several rounds of investigations that asked questions that were not answered, they also discovered that my mental state was worrying."
"They conducted an ability test on me and determined that if I were a lunatic, I would probably have to spend the rest of my life here, because if I were released, it would very likely cause mass casualties."
"Originally, the matter ended here, but the organization that captured me happened to be caught and uprooted because of this incident. The officials of that country finally discovered that the other party used psychology as a weapon, which caused
The harm may be much greater than a real weapon."
"They were not very interested in my personal abilities because they were not very interested in personal heroism, but they wanted to know how the organization controlled me, so they sent a group of psychology experts at the time to examine me.
Research."
"But because the tower of building blocks that represented all my sanity completely collapsed, I couldn't answer even a single question. After a year-long tug-of-war with me, most experts came to a conclusion -
—I must be completely crazy."
Schiller tilted his head to one side and said: "Originally, this research project has been delayed without any results, but then a case similar to mine really caused serious consequences, and they finally found that they could not delay it any longer, so they
I found another professional psychiatrist—a really good doctor."
"He is not here to study, but to cure diseases." Schiller rubbed the corners of his mouth with his fingers and said: "He thinks that we should first find out the cause of my madness and find a way to cure this madness, and then it is possible to obtain
Results.”
"He shouldn't be approved by many people, right?" Charles asked.
Schiller nodded and said: "Psychology started to develop relatively late in that country, and the vast majority of experts at that time were more interested in the pathology of mental illness, not psychology, and not education."
"They couldn't find anything pathologically wrong, so they thought it was probably hopeless. Although they didn't completely deny it, most of them were pessimistic. Only that doctor kept insisting."
"With his persistence, I was first diagnosed with autism. After a period of treatment for autism, I found that the treatment effect was not obvious, because the doctor thought there might be other reasons."
“After I don’t even remember how many conversations he had, he finally found some clues from my crazy words, and he started working on the building blocks.”
"Later, after an unknown amount of time of searching, he finally realized the root cause of my broken mind. At that time, everyone thought this was a fantasy. They thought this doctor might have gone crazy with me."
"It's not entirely their fault." Charles said while lowering his head to write: "Even in my opinion, this is indeed a bit ridiculous. If I encounter this kind of case for the first time, I am not even sure that my mutant ability can Can you find out the clue? It seems that the doctor is much better than me."
"He's just more patient... He's the most patient person I've ever met." For some reason, Schiller was gritting his teeth in the last half of his sentence.
"However, he is indeed a genius in psychology. He began to guide me step by step in rebuilding my tower."
"A long time has passed, and I have basically come to my senses. Although the new tower has many ugly joints, it is still usable. But at this time, my project is no longer very important."
"The Ninth Institute has become a dispensable research institution. The dean is here to support the elderly and the employees are here to mess around. Most people don't know my life experience and only think that I am a recovering mental patient. "
"The vast majority of people sympathized with me and thought it was good enough that I could take care of myself. The dean's wish was just that I could use my high-functioning intelligence to get into college. Only the doctor still didn't give up. , make me a normal person.”
"Actually, after the reconstruction of the personality in the tower and the reassignment, I have become infinitely close to an ordinary person." Schiller shook his head and said: "It's just that his demands were ridiculously high, and I tortured him and me for more than a year before I could trust him. I took the college entrance examination because of the relationship with the dean and completely left the institute."
Hearing this, Charles finally smiled, as if he was relieved, but Schiller crossed his arms and said: "This sounds like an inspirational story about working hard, right? But in fact, I didn't have any at all after I went to college. Study hard, but that’s all for later.”
"Now I am sure that he is a much better doctor than me." Charles raised his eyes and looked into Schiller's eyes, and said: "The greatest thing about him is that he dares not to give up on patients who I even want to give up after hearing this."
Schiller was silent for a while and then said: "Every Schiller is chasing his footsteps, and so is arrogance."
After finishing speaking, Schiller raised his eyes again and looked into Charles's eyes, which were a little too focused.
Charles couldn't help but asked with some confusion: "Do you think I look like him? Why do you look at me with nostalgia in your eyes?"
"It may be offensive to say that, but you two do have similarities. You are both good doctors."
"I'm afraid it's more than that?"
Schiller was silent for a long time before finally speaking: "Your eyes are so similar, especially the color."
Charles opened his eyes slightly and asked, "Isn't he an Oriental?"
"No, he is a Slav, a psychology expert from the former Soviet Union."
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