"I'm very sorry, doctor, I can hardly remember the relevant details. It was too confusing at that time - I don't mean that the 'phantom' I saw was confusing, but my mind was very confused at the time and I can only remember some understandings.
people and people with distinctive characteristics..."
Alex was lying on the psychiatrist's bed, wearing a blindfold on his face, clasping his hands on his chest, mumbling to himself slightly nervously.
"Don't be nervous, kid. Memory is very important. It can make a moment last forever, but forgetting is not a bad thing. It will keep people mentally healthy." His psychiatrist was sitting on the sofa in front of the bed and spoke in a gentle and gentle way.
The loving voice said: "The question now is, do you want to recover those memories that are likely to cause you pain?"
Jin Jing scanned the psychiatrist's treatment room with a projector, but found no signs of the "Grim Reaper" or his hands or feet, so she turned to look at George and asked him with her eyes whether he should leave now.
George shook his head at Jin Jing, then motioned to the sofa that was far away from the doctor-patient pair, and walked slowly over to sit down as silently as possible.
Hmm...that's right. If the God of Death finds out that his "kill list" is about to be dug up, he might rush in from thousands of miles away and put Alex to death regardless of the order.
Jin Jing looked at the sofa where many people might have been sitting, but did not approach it. Instead, she leaned lightly against the wall covered with elegant wallpaper.
His name is "Hannibal Lecter (Haer)". He has obvious Aryan ancestry in appearance. He has gray hair and blue eyes. He has a gentle temperament and elegant conversation. He wears a elegant gray suit and his hands look like they are holding the top of a cocktail party.
Holding a recording pen like a goblet.
Hannibal is a psychiatrist specially invited by the FBI to restore Alex's memory. He is also an expert in psychiatry, psychology and criminology. He holds doctoral titles in several related disciplines and is also a visiting guest at Johns Hopkins University.
Professor, George calls him "Doctor Lecter".
This is also rare. The Lord God did not give the title of the translator. Well, it cannot be said that there was no translation. At that time, it was directly transliterated into a stiff "Swordsman Tower", which can be said to be quite outrageous.
"Yes, I, I want to restore those memories, I want to avoid those tragedies..." Alex's voice also weakened as if affected by Hannibal's tone.
"No, child, death is not a human tragedy, waste is," Hannibal said in a steady voice: "When a person dies from an accident rather than from old age, those who may have contributed to human society until the end of his life
They will all come to nothing. I have no intention of measuring human beings by their value, but if I were asked to choose between a healthy young man and an old man, I would most likely choose the young man who still has unlimited possibilities."
This psychiatrist seems very suitable to be a switchman...
On the Internet in modern society, Jin Jing has often been tricked by the "trolley problem". She has now decided not to try to solve similar problems, but to directly solve the people who raised such problems.
"It's hard to imagine... we obviously escaped from the flight explosion..." Alex's voice became a little ethereal: "Isn't this God's favor? Why did we frequently encounter people who tried to kill us later?
Accident?"
"God is very powerful, it can even be said to be too powerful," Hannibal said slowly: "Three days ago, a bridge in Texas collapsed, and there were thirty-four people in a bus on the bridge.
Does God feel pleasure or regret about the clergy, and they were the first to die? No, God doesn't care."
Happened simultaneously with Flight 180?
Jin Jing had no time to pay attention to Hannibal's evaluation of God, and turned to look at George: Did you accept your statement about "Death" because similar accidents happened? Isn't it all the result of pressure from your parents?
George raised his eyes and glanced at Jin Jing, then nodded slowly.
He either guessed what he was going to ask, or he was just nodding his head in confusion...
"Yeah... God doesn't care..." Alex's tone sounded like he was about to cry: "We will die, we will all die..."
No, how do you guide this Swordsman Tower in the opposite direction? What if he turns around and becomes desperate and refuses to remember?
"God doesn't care, so it's not that God wants you to die. Your many successful escapes so far prove that the 'something' that wants to kill you is not strong enough. Otherwise, you would not be able to come to me at all."
," Hannibal seemed to completely ignore Alex's change in tone and continued: "Nietzsche said, 'Anything that cannot kill me will make me stronger', and now, any suffering you encounter will.
Become your power in the future, the power to take revenge on something that wants you dead right now."
What he said actually makes sense... However, Alex probably can't realize it. The only one who can realize this is himself.
Jin Jing glanced at the half-completed "side mission" and then thought about the appearance of the weirdo in the yellow suit - even if he was God, he was still a fake God.
"I...want to...take revenge on him..." Alex's vague voice became firm and filled with hatred.
"Alex, why do you want revenge?" Hannibal asked instead.
"Why...?" Alex was confused.
Didn't you just teach him that he should take revenge?! Jin Jing almost couldn't help but spit out this.
"Revenge is because of hate, and hate is because of love," Hannibal said gently: "You love your classmates."
"I love my classmates..." Alex repeated blankly.
"We should love. Only love can allow us to discover the potential of the people we love. Only love can allow the people we love to discover our potential." Hannibal continued.
"I found... my love..." Alex almost fell asleep.
"You are on flight 180, surrounded by your lovers, but some are illuminated by the light and some are hidden in the shadows." Hannibal also lowered his voice: "They are always hiding in the shadows. Now,
Use your love to illuminate those shadows."
"Illuminating...the shadows..." Alex's voice sounded like a mosquito buzzing.
"Now, your lovers are disappearing gradually. Tell me the order in which they disappear." Hannibal said softly.
"Hannah...Andy...Angelina...Avril...Potter..."
Like a badly worn tape, Alex began to read the names of his classmates one by one, and the order, at least the first ones, was indeed consistent with the sequence of the death attack.
Hannibal put the recorder next to the bed and turned to George with a "shh" gesture.
Is he a psychiatrist or a master of hypnosis? No wonder George refuses to leave.
