"This is an opportunity." Kayla, a female CIA agent, said while controlling the steering wheel: "We have already lost a whole city in the previous game about Philby's list. If we can get the information between the Quinn family and the Mexican drug lord this time,
If there is evidence of collusion, then we can hand in a satisfactory answer before the next congress."
Leila, a black man sitting in the passenger seat, sighed and said: "The black movement has failed. There are no other revolutionary forces in this land. We are struggling alone and struggling..."
"Are you scared?" Keira asked. Lila touched the corners of his eyebrows and said, "Maybe. I have been disappointed too many times, and this time is no different."
"I'm sorry, I can't shake Moscow's decision. The tragedy of the Black Panther Party should not have happened, but..." Kayla shook her head, obviously feeling very sorry for the oppression that black communists suffered in this country.
Pity.
Lila showed no expression. He said: "Perhaps, we all know that something is different, but you are unwilling to admit it. I dare say that the person who comes to power in ten days will make you extremely disappointed."
"New changes represent new hope. Change is always a good thing, isn't it?" Kayla controlled the car to stop on the side of the road. The two of them got out of the car and looked up at the house number of the tall building in front of them.
It says "Quinn Building".
In the guest room of the Beverly Hotel in Los Angeles, Hal sighed, looked at Schiller and said: "You have to find a way to help him. Ever since we came back from Mexico, Oliver has never spoken a word to anyone.
We don’t even eat while communicating, we can’t continue like this..."
Hal glanced outside the door. On the sofa in the living room, Arthur was sitting next to Oliver, constantly comforting him, but it was of no use. Oliver just sat there blankly, saying nothing and showing no reaction.
"This stupor should be a self-protection state produced by the brain after being mentally stimulated. If you want to break this state, you must undergo in-depth treatment, but are you sure he can accept this treatment?" Schiller asked
road.
"As you just said, this is an unsolvable problem. The Quinn family has cooperated with drug lords for so many years and earned a huge amount of wealth from them, and Oliver grew up under the nourishment of this wealth.
Yes, this is irreversible." Schiller also looked at Oliver and said.
"It's all my fault, I shouldn't have let Gallardo say so much." Hal sighed, but soon he shook his head and said: "No, sooner or later, he will know. If he returns now
If the Quinn family takes over the family business, he will definitely discover these criminal transactions."
"What do you think he thinks? Is he trying to come to terms with that?" Schiller asked.
"It is precisely because I found that he has no intention of accepting it that I hope you can enlighten him. If this continues, you and I both know what the consequences will be." Hal put his hand on Schiller's shoulder and said:
"Judging from his behavior along the way, Oliver is a good person, otherwise he wouldn't feel deep pain for this. I really hope you can help him, Schiller..."
Schiller patted Hal's arm and said, "I'll try my best," before walking out of the bedroom...
When Schiller walked to the sofa, Hal pulled Arthur away. The two of them left the room and went to the restaurant downstairs to dine. Only Schiller and Oliver were left in the room.
When Schiller sat opposite Oliver, Oliver raised his eyes and glanced at Schiller, his eyes were very dull, and then he slowly lowered his eyes and looked away.
"I know you don't want to see a psychiatrist right now. You think I can't answer your confusion." Schiller poured a glass of water for Oliver and said, "But before that, you'd better drink some water. You are now
You must be a little dehydrated."
Schiller handed the cup to Oliver, but Oliver didn't respond. Looking at the clear water in the cup, it rippled under the slight shaking. Oliver showed a horrified expression. He leaned back hard and started breathing continuously.
gas.
"Calm down, Oliver, what you saw is not real, it's an illusion." Schiller quickly stood up and took the umbrella from the side. The moment he turned back, Oliver pushed away the coffee table in front of him.
He fell to the ground and struggled desperately.
He kept pumping his fists and yelling: "Get away! Get away! You damn criminals, don't come here!"
"
"No...no...I didn't...you are right, I am who I am, and it was I who killed you...the sea, that sea, the red sea, bleeding..."
Oliver began to tremble and cry, with tears and snot flowing down continuously, but he was not crying. This was physiological tears. He seemed to be unable to control his organs.
Schiller took a step forward, stood in front of him, knocked the ground hard with the handle of his umbrella and said: "Those are all illusions. You are in a hotel, not on the sea. Defeat it and don't be controlled by it..."
The veins on Oliver's neck popped out. He kept curling up and relaxing his body on the spot, holding the wrist of the other hand with one hand to stop his movements?
Seeing this situation, Schiller sighed, took out the stored tranquillizer from Hui Mist's body, and planned to inject it into Oliver.
Without the restriction of not being able to use special abilities, Schiller directly turned into gray mist, held down Oliver, and injected the tranquilizer into the body. However, Oliver was very resistant to the drug. When the ordinary tranquilizer was injected, there was no reaction, and he remained the same.
In a state of stress.
This situation is not uncommon. Sometimes, patients with mental illness will be in an extremely excited state. In this state, human muscle restrictions will be lifted, the strength will become extremely powerful, and the mental activity will also increase.
It will be very high, ordinary tranquillizers will not be able to work, and if overdose is injected, it may be dangerous.
At this time, in order to prevent injuries to others and to prevent patients from hurting themselves, some anesthetic drugs will be used to anesthetize the patients, which can effectively slow down their movements. However, this requires a professional anesthesiologist to determine the dosage of the drugs.
cause harm.
Although Schiller had anesthesia, he did not have the knowledge of anesthesia. If he used chemical anesthesia, it might harm Oliver. Therefore, he planned to use an older anesthesia method, which was physical anesthesia. …
While Oliver was lying on the ground shaking, Schiller raised his umbrella and hit Oliver directly on the neck. He controlled the force, and with a "bang", Oliver fainted.
Schiller sighed and moved Oliver to the sofa. It took about 20 minutes before Oliver woke up. As soon as he woke up, he was a little excited again, so Schiller had to knock him out again. After repeating it three times, Oliver finally woke up.
Finally regained some sanity.
Schiller put the umbrella aside, sat on the sofa opposite, looked at Oliver lying on the sofa and said: "You are the most difficult patient I have ever seen so far. You not only need psychological treatment, but also physical therapy...
"
Oliver opened his mouth. He wanted to speak, but long-term dehydration had made his throat extremely dry and hoarse. What he wanted to say was blocked in his throat, and turned into a jerky dry cough.
"Cough cough... cough cough cough..." Oliver coughed hard, and finally turned into retching. He put his hands on the ground and turned over hard to return to the sofa, staring at the ceiling with his eyes blankly.
During this period, he experienced physical torture and mental exhaustion, and was now extremely weak.
"Thank you..." Oliver finally uttered the first syllable, and he said: "But I don't need comfort, just leave me alone for a while."
"Yes, you don't need comfort, and I don't intend to comfort you. I'm here to treat you..."
"I don't need treatment." Oliver added: "I'm not sick, it's not me who is sick. Thank you, doctor, please leave."
Schiller picked up the water glass again, handed it to Oliver and said: "Drink some water first, we can chat, you can ask any questions you have, I am very patient and listen..."
Oliver sat up from the sofa, picked up the water glass, drank all the water in one breath, and coughed a few times, then he said: "Thank you, I'm fine, I'll be fine soon..."
…”
Looking at his still trembling arms, Schiller also picked up the water glass and took a sip of water, and then said: "If you don't want to chat, then drink more water, and then go eat something to replenish your strength. You haven't had it for too long.
It’s time to eat.”
Yes, I will go, but I just want to be alone now." Oliver acted very autistic. He kept answering, but did not give any answers or initiate topics. He had nothing to talk about.
Desire is the most difficult situation for psychiatrists to deal with.
"Can you tell me about your doubts now? Maybe I can give you some different answers?"
Schiller kept asking Oliver, but he just didn't say anything, and he was often distracted and his attention was very distracted. Schiller could see that every time he was distracted, he was actually thinking about the previous things.
It's a very bad signal.
All states of stress trauma are reflected in Oliver's body, including stupor, re-experience, panic, emotional closure, and refusal to communicate. Generally speaking, in this case, the doctor will let the patient calm down for a period of time before treatment.
However, I'm afraid Oliver can't wait any longer. First, he suffered serious injuries while surviving on a desert island, and he's also starving for water and food. If he waits for two more days, he'll probably go into shock.
At that time, the extremely depressed physiological state will lead to a more unstable mental state. At that time, the stress trauma may be transformed into permanent mental trauma, and it will be troublesome to treat it.
After Schiller tried repeatedly to no avail, he sighed deeply and decided to change his approach.
Schiller stood up, walked back to the room, and took out his suitcase. He took out a few books and a file bag. When he returned to the sofa, he piled the pile of things on the sofa.
It was placed on the coffee table and made a "bang" sound.
Oliver across from him looked at him blankly. Schiller sat opposite Oliver again, put his hand on the pile of books and said:
"Re-introducing, Schiller Rodriguez, secret espionage officer of the 16th Bureau of the Soviet National Security Council, KGB agent..."