Larulas was dangling by the river in a daze. It was now confused whether it should use telekinesis to pull Luther up. Such a thing had happened a few days ago, but at that time Luther was

In the river.

Now Luther just dipped his head in the clear river water.

Jiang Lin pulled his head out of the river and coughed violently for a while. The worried Larulas tried to come closer, but Jiang Lin reached out to stop him.

Four days ago, Jiang Lin traveled through time and had a very unfriendly time traveling experience.

The original owner of this body, named Luther, drowned and suffocated. When Jiang Lin traveled through time on this body, river water poured into his respiratory tract, and his alveoli almost exploded, making him still feel that he was about to end his time-travel experience.

Jiang Lin's water quality could not withstand the weight of his body due to lack of oxygen. Larulas' telekinesis saved him. Although all it could do was to lift Jiang Lin's head out of the water, it was enough. Jiang Lin's strong desire to live made him

He struggled to regain control of his body and climbed up the river bank with difficulty.

Jiang Lin sorted out Luther's memories, then looked at Larulas's little body, and found with a confused expression that he had actually traveled through time.

Pokemon,Pokémon,Pokémon,Pokemon.

There are many ways to call them according to their translated names, and people in this world also have different names according to different habits.

Jiang Lin is very familiar with them. One of the few bright lights in his bad childhood was the Pokémon played on the TV on-demand station. That world of weird and bizarre Pokémon, filled with countless cute and handsome Pokémon, has always been yearning for countless people. Jiang Lin is that

One of countless people.

But this time travel still gave Jiang Lin a very unreal feeling. This was the fourth day he came to the river to try to verify that he had really traveled through time and was not trapped in a dream.

The feeling of suffocation was very real, the feeling of water choking his nose was extremely uncomfortable, and the coolness of the river dissipated the heat from his body.

Jiang Lin swore that this was the last time he would torture himself like this, and starting today he would accept the fact that he had really traveled through time.

He will also adapt to his change in identity. After all, only Luther exists in this world, not Jiang Lin.

Luther took a deep breath, and out of the corner of his eye he saw La Ruelas, who was still watching him. Thinking that he had spent the past four days in doubt and confusion, and had never touched these cute little guys, he decided to touch La Luras first.

Ruelas tried his hand.

Larulas looked at Luther's outstretched hand, turned around in panic, and ran all the way to the Pokémon Sanatorium in Shuangye Town.

Luther was stunned for a moment before he remembered that the original owner of this body had a big problem.

"Pokémon phobia"

This is a not uncommon symptom. In this world where humans and Pokémon live together, there are also some people who are afraid of Pokémon, dare not contact them, and are against Pokémon.

The original Luther was like this, and his upbringing was not friendly. The shadow of being attacked by wild Pokémon when he was a teenager made him always have a great fear of Pokémon.

This situation has not been alleviated by growing up. His parents died in an accident when he was a child. He did not have any guidance from his parents when he was growing up. He is considered a very kind person without developing a hatred for Pokémon.

Born in an orphanage, he was recommended to work in a nursing home as an adult, but he was only responsible for taking care of the elderly and children who had suffered accidents and needed to rest... As for Pokémon, he had never touched them once.

The Pokémon in the sanatorium were a little afraid of this person who had been in the sanatorium for a long time, but had a dull look when facing them. Over time, the Pokémon spontaneously stayed away from Luther.

But Luther knew another reason why Larulas stayed away from him. Larulas' horns could sense people's moods, and they would come closer when they felt positive emotions.

I can hide it from others, but I can't hide it from La Ruelas... I am really disappointed.

Dean Qi Lan stood at the door of the nursing home, holding La Ruelas in his arms, looking at Luther, whose collar and sleeves were wet, a little angry.

"How long has it been since you last drowned? What if something similar happens again?"

Sensing the worry in Dean Qilan's words, Luther lowered his head and was trained.

"Larulas, you sent me to look after me?"

Dean Qilan sighed and nodded: "You are already twenty years old, and it is really inappropriate for people to follow you behind you. I have no choice but to let Larulas stare at you. Don't worry, it will not come into contact with you.

Yes, they will not take the initiative to touch you unless you voluntarily do so."

"I want to touch it now." Luther smiled and pointed to Larulas.

Dean Qi Lan was stunned. His eyes were as wide as bells and he could fit a ball into his mouth.

"Okay... okay," Dean Qilan said, unable to regain his composure, and handed Larulas, who was holding him in his arms, to Luther's arms, but suddenly he had a clever idea and quickly took his hand back, shaking his head repeatedly, "No, no, your

phobia……"

"I want to overcome it." Luther interrupted Dean Qilan's words confidently. After speaking, without waiting for Dean Qilan to react, he lifted the struggling Larulas from Dean Qilan's arms.

This feels so good!

The smooth skin has a hint of warmth. With a gentle press, the soft skin immediately returns to its original shape, just like a smooth piece of jelly.

Luther dragged Larulas up. From this angle, you could clearly see Larulas's light red eyes hidden under the green hair like a turban. The panic in his eyes made Luther couldn't help but rub it more.

Hit the head twice.

Dean Qilan felt that his cognition had been shocked... It had been seven years since Luther came to the sanatorium. During these seven years, Luther had been avoiding the existence of Pokmon like a scourge.

Not eating with Pokémon, but hiding in a cubicle to eat alone.

If you do not take care of the patients in the nursing home with the Pokémon, the objects the Pokémon is caring for will not participate.

Without contact with Pokémon, Luther did not dare to come out of his room for a whole day when he accidentally touched it.

If you don’t accept the help of Pokémon, heavy objects are often carried by powerful Pokémon, such as Wei Li and Circle Bear. Large objects are often transported by Pokémon with larger bodies, such as Big Rock Snake.

But it didn't work here in Luther. Most of the equipment Luther purchased for the sanatorium was transported to the sanatorium by himself using tools. Not only did he refuse the help of the supplier, he even wanted to refuse the help of the Pokémon in the sanatorium.

For Luther, whose childhood shadow lingers, the only way to protect himself is not to have deep or further contact with Pokémon.

Like carrying thorns, he stubbornly hopes that others will understand him, but whenever others want to get close to him, they will be injured by his thorns.

The psychiatrist has seen it, and the sanatorium has tried subtle influences, but Luther is still only willing to coexist with Pokémon...and now he actually touches Larulas?

Dean Qilan was a devout believer. He couldn't help but start praying, hoping that he was not old and dim and seeing hallucinations. However, after praying, he opened his eyes and found Larulas happily in Luther's arms.

I was tired of him, not at all as panicked as I was when I passed by here just now.

"Luther, you don't have a fever?" Dean Qi Lan felt that this sentence was very rude, but he still asked and tried his best to resist stretching out his hand to check the body temperature.

"It's very hot today. I think it's most likely that I'm suffering from heatstroke, rather than that I have a fever."

Qi Lan trembled, and his wrinkled face relaxed. After a long while, he sighed: "It has been seven years. When you came to the nursing home at the age of thirteen, I hope you can face them bravely. Their existence is magical.

, they are cute, beautiful, full of mysteries, and fascinating. I always hope that you can escape your childhood nightmares and bravely experience the world."

Qi Lan hugged Luther gently: "You did it, kid, although I don't know how you did it. But you did it. I hope you weren't suppressing your fear and acting out all this."

"I'm not lying to you. I was rescued by La Ruelas after drowning. I thought a lot in the past four days and finally made this attempt. As you can see, I succeeded. There were some special reasons that prompted me to do this.

Change, but please forgive me for not being able to say it."

Even if I beat myself to death, I wouldn't dare to say it... How do I say this? I'm telling you that the old Luther is finished. Is the person in front of you now a time-traveler... Luther is determined not to irritate the old dean so much. He still keeps this secret in his heart.

alright.

"Everyone has secrets. If you don't want to tell them, I won't ask. As long as the changes are good, that's fine." Dean Qi Lan replied with a smile.

Luther felt the urge to cry.

My life was not good before I traveled through time.

Depression makes his life extremely painful. He walks on thin ice when it comes to social interactions. He has to use various faces to cater to others in the workplace. Financial pressure makes his daily life full of irritability and a sense of powerlessness.

He knew he was sick, and he was seriously ill. He went to see a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist's guidance made him feel better, but the symptoms were treated but not the root cause. When he returned to work, the illness continued, and the pain of depression tortured him, making him feel uncomfortable.

He had heart palpitations at night, had difficulty sleeping, and was anxious while working.

When he was at his most desperate, he made a phone call. When his parents' voices rang on the other end of the phone, his nostalgia for the world reached its peak... He tried to explain his situation in the most concise words, as if he was drowning in the water.

Like everyone else, he threw the last straw to the person who trusted him the most.

However, his parents did not understand him or depression. They simply thought that their son was not motivated and wanted to be lazy.

They cannot understand the hysteria hidden under the peaceful words, they only hear the surface...

So he smiled and said good night to his parents, and went to work as usual the next day. He tried his best to back up all his work and sent it to his colleagues.

After going to the hotel to eat his favorite food in the evening, he walked to the rooftop of the residential building, overlooking the brightly lit street and the endless flow of streets. He waited until the bustling gradually faded away, waited until late at night and the crowds were sparse, waited until there was no one downstairs, and waited until he

There was no need to worry about falling and killing innocent passers-by, so he jumped down.

In the howling wind, he recalled half of his nonsense in a flash... He was very sorry for the parents who gave birth to him and raised him, but he really couldn't do anything about himself. He used up all his courage just to face it... and he couldn't find it.

Who can give him some comfort so that he can survive.

Apart from self-medication and escaping despair, there is almost nothing that can be done for people suffering from depression...

In the eyes of outsiders, their requests for help are often meaningless moans, so they will make jokes and classify their pain as thinking too much...Those trivial opinions are like small pebbles accumulated in patients with depression, and no one understands them.

Knowing which one will make them completely despair.

Luther's pain came the moment he landed on the ground, and the moment he was shattered to pieces, he accidentally traveled to Shuangye Town, a place he regarded as a safe haven and paradise when he was most desperate, the world of Pokémon.

Dean Qi Lan's comfort and Dean Qi Lan's concern were like stabbing a knife into his unspeakable past, injecting something warm into it... Those cold, uncomfortable depression seeped out little by little,

Luther knew that his depression was not cured, but he found hope for a cure.

He looked down at Larulas. This time, he had to face his true self and no longer choose to escape.

Dinner started with everyone's surprised eyes.

Colleagues who worked with Luther circled around him as if they had seen a ghost. In their impression, it was simply impossible for Luther to eat with everyone and Pokémon in the restaurant.
To be continued...