Chapter 628 The past is like a morning star (Part 2)
"Wait, so you met Schiller not when you were tracking down serial murderers, but when you were a child?" Constantine also sat down and looked at Angela and asked.
Angela took a few deep breaths, tried hard to calm down, and then shook her head and said: "No, I didn't know him at that time. I only remember that the expert my parents appointed was late that day, so,
He asked the hospital's intern doctor to make a preliminary diagnosis for me first."
"The intern said his name was Schiller, but at that time, I was extremely scared. When I saw him, I started crying..." Angela opened her mouth, and then he showed a dumbfounded expression.
His expression said: "I still remember that at that time, he was a little at a loss."
"He had no idea why I cried when I saw him. He coaxed me for a long time, but it had no effect at all. In the end, I was tired from crying, so I could perform the examination normally."
Angela shook her head and said: "At that time, I had completely collapsed. He asked me why I was crying. I don't remember what I said, but it must have been a lot of confusion."
"But in short, I told him the cause and effect, and what impressed me deeply was that he didn't show surprise that I could see some monsters, and unlike many people, he didn't think there was something wrong with my brain.
"
"He said he could help me solve this problem so that I would no longer be troubled by it and would not be found to be mentally ill by anyone."
Constantine's eyes suddenly widened. He looked at Angela and asked, "You mean, it was Schiller who made you unable to see those things? This is impossible. Isn't it because the devil chose your sister?"
And I didn’t choose you?”
"He didn't explain much to me." Angela shook her head and said, "At that time, I was very tired from crying. He played me a very soothing piano music. I slowly relaxed and then fell asleep.
I don’t know what happened after that.”
Constantine froze on the spot and began to think. While thinking, he said: "Logically speaking, the reason why you can see those things is due to mysticism, and the reason why you cannot see those things is also caused by mysticism."
"In this process, any psychiatric and psychological treatment should be ineffective. You can't see those things, just because the devil gave up your soul and went to find your sister."
"How do you know that the devil went to find my sister?" Angela asked suddenly, she said: "From my sister's letter, it seems that she committed suicide, and she committed suicide in order to crack the conspiracy of the mysterious organization, no
Because the devil came to find her, how can you be sure that the devil chose my sister?"
"Because if the devil chose you, you should be able to continue to see them, but you didn't, so..." Constantine shook his head and said, "Indeed, you can't be so arbitrary. After all, your sister is dead now, and no one can
Do you know if the devil found her before she died..."
"If the devil has chosen you from the beginning, there should be no way to make you unable to see those things..." Constantine fell into deep thought. He said: "Schiller must have adopted some other method.
This is impossible.”…
"If he really has this method... If he really has this method..." Constantine began to mutter to himself, and Angela looked at him and said: "When I woke up, he
Tell me that I must believe that that kind of thing absolutely does not exist, and no matter who asks, tell me so."
Then, she raised her head again, looked at the ceiling and said: "But that was not the last time we met. After I let go of the murderer, I began to suffer from serious psychological problems, insomnia and nightmares.
Touching me, almost killing me."
"At that time, I was about to rush to the city to make an appointment. In the process of making an appointment, I passed out and was taken to the hospital by my colleagues. There, I met Schiller again, but by that time, he was already
It’s the attending physician.”
"At first, he didn't recognize me, but I always remembered his face, so when I said I was the little girl who cried when she saw his face, he was surprised. He said,
He didn't expect me to be a police officer."
"I have to admit, when he showed that surprised look, I still felt very happy. He probably thought I was a weak crybaby, but I have long since gotten rid of that haze."
"In his clinic, we chatted for a while, and he checked me out, diagnosed me with an anxiety disorder, and prescribed some medicine for me. After I went back and took the medicine, I felt a lot better."
"But at that time, I was serving as an assistant police detective, participating in the investigation of a serial murder case in the city."
"Originally, I was supposed to follow my commander, but I always wanted to do more, so one day, I became the first witness to a murder scene..."
"The name of that eucalyptus is..." Angela paused, as if she really didn't want to recall that incident, but in the end, she still said: "The Bloody Man Massacre eucalyptus."
"The murderer of this murder likes to peel off people's skin and then leave the victims in a place to die."
"The murderer will lure the police over and let the victim see the police. The moment he thinks he is saved, he will detonate a bomb and kill him." Angela's tone became a little trembling again, and Constantine felt a little pain on his back.
Chill.
"And I... was the policeman who was led over and saw by the victim." Angela could no longer hold back her tears.
"I saw the victim's eyes and his eyes. The moment he saw me, the despair and pain in his eyes ignited a glimmer of hope. It was a strong desire to survive. He and I
We are only a few steps away, and we can save him..."
"Then the bomb exploded and he died. I saw that the hope in his eyes was extinguished, completely extinguished, and there was nothing left."
Constantine took a breath of cold air. Although he had no research on psychology and he knew how much harm this kind of mental trauma would cause to people, he still asked: "...and then what?"
"I fell into complete madness and completely lost my mind." Angela kept sobbing and said: "I can't remember what happened, but when I woke up again, I saw Schiller again.
.”…
"He looked at me with a very helpless look, and then..." Angela showed an unnatural expression and said, "I didn't mean it, but I really couldn't control my emotions... I cried again
Already."
Constantine could already imagine Schiller's expression at that time. He sighed, looked at Angela, and asked: "Then, did he cure you again?"
Angela nodded and said: "But I don't know how he did it. Anyway, he played some soothing music again, and I fell asleep again. When I woke up, those terrible memories became very hazy.
It seems to have gone far away from me."
"This time, we talked a lot. I learned that he was also tracking down serial murderers. He told me that the departure of the incubus is only temporary. If we cannot achieve spiritual self-consistency, then the madness will come back sooner or later."
Angela sniffed, wiped her tears, and that strong look crept onto her face again. She said, "He told me that if I want to completely get rid of this nightmare, I must be unafraid."
face it."
"So, I worked hard to get the opportunity to do field assignments, and performed well in every field assignment, better than anyone else. Finally, I returned to the Metropolitan Police Department, and then participated in the first heavy case and completed a key investigation.
"
"I am not afraid of any serial murderer. No matter how cruel or vicious the murderer is, I will do my best to bring them to justice. In this way, I worked hard to get rid of the demons of the past and became the most famous person in people's mouth.
Female police detective.”
Constantine patted Angela on the shoulder. This time, he sincerely praised the female police officer. Having suffered countless mental tortures, he knew how difficult it was to get out of this state.
When a person's spirit is pulled into a low point, it cannot be solved by simply "think more liberally". This is equivalent to asking a person who has fallen from a cliff to step on his left foot and lift his right foot up to the sky.
It is like a drowning person trying to tread water to float. It is simply impossible.
Although changes in the external environment can help heal mental trauma, in the end, you still have to rely on your own strong willpower to get through it. It is obvious that this female police detective is far stronger inside than most people.
Angela stood up and turned to look at the lights in the emergency room that were still on. She said: "He has saved me several times. Even if I am not a doctor and can't save critically ill patients, I can always figure it out.
What exactly is going on."
"No matter what, this must have something to do with that mysterious organization." Constantine put out the cigarette and threw the cigarette butt into the trash can next to him. Angela changed the bullet again, holding the pistol and going out.
As he walked away, he said, "I'll make them pay."
Constantine stood there for a moment, then looked back at the bright lights in the emergency room, then turned and walked out.
As he walked out, he muttered to himself with some doubts: "...The first demon was summoned by me to pick up girls, but what did the hound from the depths of hell and the big guy afterward come to do?
?How did they happen to appear there?"
Suddenly, his expression became a little cold again. He took out the Bible from his arms, then tore off a page, held it in his hand, and said: "Forget it, let's deal with those troublesome guys first.
, Owl? Huh..."
After they all left, the emergency lights were on in the empty corridor, and beyond the door of the emergency room, Schiller, who was wearing a ventilator and looked pale, was lying on the hospital bed. Around him, doctors in surgical suits were lying on the bed.
Constantly busy.
The monitoring equipment nearby made a steady beeping sound. Suddenly, the sound began to become more rapid. The surgeon in charge immediately said: "The situation is getting worse, hurry up!"
The surrounding doctors were busy for a while, and the sound finally stabilized again. Then within a few seconds, the sound began to become rapid again, and the doctors began to work frantically again. After it became stable again, it began to worsen again.
In this way, deterioration, resuscitation, stabilization, deterioration, resuscitation, stabilization... Until the doctor had exhausted himself three times, Schiller was still not out of danger.
At this time, in Schiller's Hall of Thought, Schiller, wearing a black suit, stood in the center of the bottom of the Hall of Thought, raising his head and shouting:
"Death! Death! Are you there? Death! I have some questions to ask you. Can you come out and see me?!"
"...Why didn't you come? Gray mist, can you be more transparent?"
Soon, Huiwu's aggrieved voice came from upstairs. He said, "I tried my best, but the doctor's medical skills are too superb."
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