A spherical robot wrapped in a soft inflatable membrane slowly rolled towards Munch. This is the Titan 07 robot, which is mainly responsible for guiding the hospital. It was the one who led the bearded man just now.
"Sir, I just saw you gently rubbing your forehead. At the same time, it was detected that your heart rate has changed significantly, and your brain is full of fear. What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable? What element here made you feel it? Threat? Click Authorize and let me match you with the appropriate department."
The black shadow under Munch's feet was as quiet as ever. He waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need it. Because there is no cure for fear of the unknown.
"Okay, I respect your wishes." After a pause for a few seconds, the sphere robot turned 180 degrees on the spot, and the gentle voice continued: "Please follow me. Your scheduled psychological diagnosis will begin in ten minutes. "
"Finally it's my turn." Munch held on to the bottom of the backpack, stood up, opened it a crack, and looked at Bain in the bag, who was sleeping soundly. He followed the robot's guidance and quickly arrived at the door of the fifth clinic. A gap was opened on both sides of the metal door frame, and the identification system extending outward accurately scanned Munch's face. Munch's medical records were loaded simultaneously and appeared on the transparent screen between the door frames. The file records his basic information and physiological indicators in detail. In the cause column, there are a few words written in bold red letters: intermittent delusional disorder.
Munch frowned in dissatisfaction at the cause of the disease. Quickly scroll the screen to the bottom, find the risk information, and click Know. After confirmation, the door of the consulting room opened to both sides. Munch took a deep breath and stepped into the darkness.
The door behind him closed automatically, and the six walls of the consulting room were covered with transparent liquid screens. Every time Munch took a step inside, the color of the screen would change outwards one by one with his foothold as the center, as if swinging out in a circle. water waves.
In the center of the room, a circular worktable made of matte metal was suspended. Along the edge, a half-person-high transparent barrier was enclosed, displaying various physiological data of Munch. Two leather seats stand opposite each other, one black and one white, with a pattern of doves of peace surrounding a red cross printed on the back. Sitting on the black sofa is a woman about thirty-five years old, with blond hair tied behind her head, energetic and capable. There is a pair of simple medical glasses on the bridge of the nose, which nicely modifies the long face shape.
"Hello, Dr. Taylor, we meet again." Monk proactively greeted the woman on the sofa. She smiled warmly, showing her white teeth. She was Munch's psychiatrist, Moses Taylor.
Moses stretched out his hand, and an arc-shaped translucent operating panel appeared in front of her. She moved her fingers forward, and the workbench came to Munch. Munch stepped forward, and a step stretched out where his feet landed. He walked up in two or three steps, sat down on the white sofa, took off his backpack from his chest, and placed it next to him. Bain woke up from a deep sleep and kept squirming in the bag, trying to stick his head out. Munch quickly covered it with his hands and looked at Moses awkwardly.
Moses didn't pay attention, but controlled the workbench and moved it to the center of the room. "It doesn't matter, I won't report your living pet. Its companionship will have a positive impact on your condition. You can let it come out for air. Don't worry, the monitoring in the clinic is completely confidential. Only the doctor in charge has the authority. Check, not even the police. Once you have taken care of it, we will officially start today's treatment."
Munch looked delighted and took Bain out. Placed on the sofa, it stretched forward and down, and then slowly lay down against Munch's thigh. His right hand rested on Bain's body, his two fingers subconsciously rubbed the white soft hair, and he attached the implant in his left hand to the metal sensing area on the armrest of the seat. Several streams of information of different colors are established between Monk and Moses. "Dr. Taylor, I'm ready to start at any time." Moses nodded, and a one-hour countdown appeared on the screen at the top of the room.
"According to the last treatment record, you said that there are always strange sounds and blurry images in your head, which have been going on for a long time. Has the situation improved in the past half month?" Moses searched for Munch's case, asked.
"No..." Munch held his forehead with his left hand, pressed his thumb on his temple, and rubbed it gently. "The strange sounds disappeared for a while, but the images became clearer and have been recurring recently."
"What kind of image?"
"Well..., to be precise, it's a string of characters. TS-010628, I don't know what it means, but it always appears in all my dreams inexplicably." Munch's tone was full of confusion.
Moses carefully observed Munch's various indicators and found that when he talked about characters, his heart rate and breathing changed significantly. At the same time, the hot zone in the posterior cerebral cortex responsible for dream construction sent out brain waves with defensive information. With confusion in her eyes, she amplified and analyzed this part of the signal, and the result showed that the source of the information could not be identified. Moses habitually adjusted his medical glasses. Through the lenses, Munch's body structure was clearly visible, and the arm implant connected to the digestive system was particularly conspicuous. "Would you mind taking me to your dreamland?" Moses sent an entry authorization application to Munch.
"Don't worry, I will look at everything in the dream from a medical perspective. Dreaming is human instinct. Let me enter your dream to better solve your problem. Moreover, there is an unrecognizable information source in your brain... …”
"Unidentifiable information source? In my brain?" Munch kept tapping his forehead, doubtful. Sometimes doctors use various means to obtain the true condition of a patient, including making up disturbing reasons. However, Munch finally chose to agree and put the medical glasses that popped out of the armrest on his head.
All the screens in the room flashed at the same time, and the top ceiling slowly sank, revealing a dense circle of virtual scene imagers, which projected light that covered the entire space. Fragments of dreams float in space like stars, and the colors they reflect are dazzling. . Munch glanced at the date option bar and selected the node of August 23. The scene in the room changed quickly, and Munch and Moses were immediately plunged into deep silence.
Moses subconsciously held his breath. There is no color in the world in front of me except black. Black tree crowns stacked on top of each other, black mountains covered with black rocks, and dark clouds on the edge of the skyline squeezed Moses's visual nerves like a waterfall, forcing her to adjust the display mode of her glasses in exchange for a moment of peace.
"Dr. Taylor, do you know that there are a few people in the world whose dreams are born in black and white? But I don't belong to that category. The strange thing is that recently, whenever it appears, my dreams will become like this. ." After saying that, he pointed to the black hut on the top of the mountain behind him.
"A specific scene refers to a certain subconscious mind in your heart. It is not managed by the hot zone of the posterior cerebral cortex and attracts your attention with illogical scene construction. Of course, when negative emotions exceed the physical load, it may also cause the color of the dream to change. Missing. Are you under a lot of pressure lately?" Moses explained calmly.
Faced with the boring statement, Munch ignored it and just wanted to press the mute button. He silently led Moses to the top of the mountain and stopped in front of the house made of black willow wood. The house number had a string of red characters written on it: TS-010628.
"Dr. Taylor, look, the red characters are incompatible with the surrounding environment. They were obviously not originally constructed by me. Is it a mysterious force that is sending me a message to make me the savior?"
Moses ignored Munch's remarks, walked to the door, and enlarged the characters. "The edges are uneven, the depressions are not deep, and the cuts are full of sawdust and barbs. They are obviously marks left by manual knife carving." She thought silently in her mind.
The sound of voices in the wooden house caught Moses' attention. She pressed the tip of her nose against the glass to minimize the interference caused by the reflection. There was a woman in the room with long hair reaching her waist and wearing a white lab coat. Because his back was to the window, his age and appearance could not be clearly seen. She was trying to put the crying baby in her arms to sleep. Moses used his index finger and thumb to pull up and down the scene in front of her. The enlarged face of the baby seemed familiar to her. After identifying the bone image through medical glasses, Moses asked with some surprise: "Munch, this baby... is you? Is that person your mother?" Moses pointed to the room.
"To be honest, I don't know either," said Munch, whose memory of his mother is very lacking. He walked hesitantly in front of Moses and said in a pretentious tone: "From the third-person perspective currently presented, it is more like an observer who is not involved, peeking at the memory content..." He held his chin with one hand and imitated Look at Moses making diagnosis and drawing conclusions.
"Change the topic, pretend to be humorous, switch identities, and be in a subconscious defensive state." Moses quickly interpreted the key information from Monk's actions and gave up the idea of continuing to ask. "Then let's look at other dreams." Munch took the initiative to break the silence and switched the dream to another date: August 20. Next to the black wooden house lies an old watch, with a simple-drawn flower engraved on the strap. The pointer rotates in the opposite direction, and the faint ticking sound and images slowly disappear as the dream changes.
Black fades away and colorful elements return to the world.
In the dream, Munch is following the animals from a first-person perspective, having fun and carnivaling in the lush forest. The tiger surrounded Munch, well-behaved and docile. The boar thrust the fresh fruit into his hand with its tusks. The giant pythons lay together and became his sofa...
"A fairy tale world? The shyness inside a macho man?" Moses made such down-to-earth remarks that surprised Monk.
A monkey used the rattan hanging on the tree trunk to jump flexibly across the canopy. Its forehead was also inlaid with crystals that emitted lavender light. When he reached behind Munch, a thick rattan fell from the sky and pulled him up suddenly. Munch's perspective immediately changed. When he focused again, he was already following the monkey and jumping between tree trunks.
In the direction where Munch and Monkey are heading, a giant tree breaks through the sky, and its complicated branches divide the clouds into fragments. In the middle of the tree trunk, there is a string of characters engraved: TS-010628. Moses enlarged the picture, and there were still traces of hand carvings.
The screen continues to jump. Munch and the monkey climb along the tree trunk to the top. A thick white mist obscures the surrounding details. Only the lavender light on the monkey's forehead kept flashing. The tree trunk shook violently, and the monkey made a sharp cry. Its two front paws grabbed Munch's chest and pulled the chest apart to both sides. The beating heart was exposed in the white mist. The monkey's eyes widened. He stuck his head in, bit his heart, and kept drilling into the chest. Blood spattered wantonly. The monkey's body slowly became smaller, and finally disappeared completely. , integrated with Munch.
Seeing such a scene, Moses grabbed Munch's hand and let out a scream.
