"Darkness, huge waves, and violent movements are all a subconscious desire to survive. The lungs that can barely breathe are the tools for your hysteria later and now. Everything before this is what you have forgotten.
Experience and memory - you must find them so that you can slowly cope with them and survive."
Wang Wei listened quietly, lost in thought and deep in thought.
What can I do to regain my abilities and everything?
What did you do in the past? Who is your last name? What bad things have you done? Good things? Why is this happening!!
"Child, do you agree with what I said?"
"I think so, old man, my head is protecting me, but it turns out to be an idiot."
"It's not the head, it's not." The old professor was afraid that he would be irritated again and tried to find gentle words. "It's important to distinguish the difference. Don't worry, kid, we will come back to the head issue slowly, but
You have to give it a name, 'brain'. You are still young, you can't do this."
"..." Wang Wei suddenly felt sour and felt like crying.
"Okay," the old professor flipped through the paper on the writing board with his thumb, "These are filled in through hundreds of pages of observations. Here are your normal diagnosis and treatment records - dose, time, reaction, etc., the words you used, your
Your reactions to things, the words and phrases you use, anything I can write down..."
"Some of these things were said when you were awake, some were said in your sleep or in a coma."
"Even the way you walk, the tone of your voice, the look of surprise on your face, or the nervousness or joy on your face when you see something that interests you. My child, you seem to be a bundle of contradictions, with one almost always under control.
lurking violence underneath.”
Violence?
Violence!……
"Yes, child, but you are very active, and there are several meditations that seem to make you painful, but you rarely vent the anger inspired by the painful and huge stimulation. Why is this? Child?"
He stared at Wang Wei, who looked confused and at a loss.
"You are stimulating it now," Wang Wei interrupted the old professor. He seemed to have felt some mysterious touches or changes in his mind!
"Yes, you have told me these words, phrases and questions again and again..."
"Keep talking about this, kid, it will be good for your recovery," the old professor interrupted him again, "As long as there is progress, you must continue to repeat it unswervingly."
"But I didn't notice any progress!"
"It doesn't mean identity or career. But we are discovering what you feel most comfortable with and what you are best at dealing with. This may sound a bit scary, but it is closer to the real you and the past self."
"How to say it?"
"Come on, kid, let me give you an example." The old professor put down his writing board, left his chair, walked towards a rough wooden kitchen against the wall, opened a drawer, and took out a Mongolian knife.
Mongolian knife!
Wang Wei, who was following behind, was a little nervous, and the old professor noticed this reaction.
"I have never used it before and don't know how to use it, but I did have some ideas when I bought it." He said with a smile, and then suddenly threw it to Wang Wei without warning or any prompt!
Wang Wei didn't expect this move at all!
Unexpectedly, this "self-defense weapon" was immediately caught in mid-air by Wang Wei. This action was clean, neat, confident, and powerful, and Wang Wei's eyes also stood up.
"What?"
"Good skill!"
Wang Wei stared at the knife. It looked extremely sharp and shone with a pale light. Then, without making a sound, his hand and fingers moved on the knife skillfully.
In less than thirty seconds, I was already aware of its sharpness and uniqueness.
He looked at the old professor!
"Do you understand what I mean, kid?" The old professor nodded thoughtfully and said, "Although you are not very old, you should have had an extraordinary experience in the past, and you are quite an extraordinary person. That
Talent should be your past. The memory you have lost may be one of your skills. In other words, you are very familiar with and like this kind of thing. It may be that you have special needs or knowledge about weapons and dangerous goods.
Knowledge……"
"Is it a sense of justice?"
"It's either justice or evil. Don't be nervous. There's nothing you can do about it. You need help."
"Doing bad things?" Wang Wei asked, his voice tight, thinking of the lost memory and feeling scared again.
"No, it's definitely not like that," the old professor shook his head and replied, "When you first woke up from a coma, I mentioned your dental surgery. From my analysis, it doesn't look like it was done by those gangsters and scoundrels. Besides,
, that surgical procedure completely rules out any connection to the bad guys."
"Then who am I? Why..."
"Well, let me introduce you... well, it's hard to understand, and I can't explain it all. Let's put that aside for the moment and let's get back to what happened. I told you about the brain, remember? It means psychology.
Physical pressure, hysteria. Not mental pressure. Understand?"
"Um……"
"As your initial shock subsides, so does the stress, until there is no fundamental need to protect what is deep within your psyche. As the process begins, your skills and intelligence will be restored. You will be reminded of something from your past.
These behavioral patterns will of course instantly remind you of the profession you are engaged in, or the animals you were once familiar with."
The old professor said slowly and thoughtfully: "You can't hide these things even if you want to. They will show up naturally. Your superficial reaction is based on instinct. Do you understand, kid?"
The old professor returned to reality from thinking about something and asked Wang Wei to return to the chair and wine glass with him.
He sat down, picked up the wine, took a sip, and let out a sigh. The aroma of the wine filled the space of the cabin. He seemed to be tired and closed his eyes in exhaustion.
"Go to bed, old man." Wang Wei said.
"Oh..." The old professor nodded vaguely, opened his eyes and took a look, got up and slowly returned to his own bedroom.
It's almost midnight!
Wang Wei sat alone in the room and looked at the long memo recorded by the old professor, but he did not read it at all.
I can't understand it at all...
In his subconscious, he was thinking about the safe in a bank in a distant country that was mysteriously recorded in his brain. At the same time, he was guessing who the tiny negative was, when and how it was implanted into him.
In his head, he tried hard not to recall the unpleasant memories left to him during this long, tiring and difficult half month...
There was almost no room for anything else in his mind.
I'm going crazy...
go Ape??
That's right!!!!!
After a while, he would look at the foot of the wall next to him. There was a mirror there. Every time he looked at the young man inside, he was very handsome, no different from ordinary people, and his forehead was even smoother. But why did he see some secrets, while the old man looked very handsome?
The professor can't see, where is his invisible eye? Why can he see things that others can't!