[BL, MTL] The Whole City is My Old Attack

Chapter 57: X

"Swallows..."

"What?"

"Last night, I dreamed of swallows."

X was sitting in the psychiatrist's consulting room, receiving amnesia treatment.

Generally, patients who have experienced major disasters will be equipped with psychological treatment, X amnesia, but instead lose the impression of that disaster, his psychiatrist is mainly helping him recover his memory, looking for key information that can verify his identity.

"Yes, what kind of swallow?"

X was silent.

After waking up from the dream, the situation in the dream is like a layer of fog, making it hard to see clearly.

Psychiatrist: "It doesn't matter, take your time."

X slowly searched in his mind. The doctor advised him to try his best to recall the past only during the weekly psychological counseling sessions, and not to worry about the lost memories by himself. If he keeps forcing himself to recall every day, it will be counterproductive and cause unnecessary headaches.

Shua, Shua.

The pen records on the soft paper, and the smooth writing sound is very comfortable to hear.

X looked at the Asian-European female doctor in front of her. She was proficient in six languages ​​and was writing the word "swallow" on the paper in different languages. After she finished writing, she showed the notebook to X, smiling:

"How many can you understand now?"

X looked at the writing flying on it: Chinese-Swallow, English-Swallow, French-hirondelle

"Good~ you can finally understand a little bit now." French." The female doctor reassured: "Can we communicate in French?" X shook his head: "I can only recognize words

."

With a strong smile, continue the conversation in Chinese.

She suggested that X can learn more foreign languages ​​and continue to recite words if he has nothing to do. People with amnesia will always worry about what their past was like, and will always force themselves to recall the past.

"In your daily life, as long as you find this kind of thought in your brain that forces you to recall, you can memorize words. English, French, or any language can bring peace to your mind."Learning a language is also a way to stimulate the brain

. A way of looping.

"The areas of the brain are connected. Sometimes as long as one contact, one opportunity, you may be able to recall important things. But don't force this thing, how do you say it in Chinese? It's called... yes, Let it go."

Xing the female doctor's flaming red lips, although she spoke Chinese fluently, there was still a bit of an exotic accent, which seemed a bit inconsistent to him.

--Listening to Chu Feng's speech in the game, there is no such sense of disobedience.

X once again affirmed that he should be a native Chinese. He is currently in New Caledonia, an island country in the South Pacific, where French is the official language. In addition, Melanesian and Polynesian can also be spoken here.

-but he doesn't know a single language.

X thought of two years ago, when he woke up from the operating table, four or five doctors and nurses surrounded him, chirping with birdsong.

The doctors judged him to be of Asian descent based on his appearance, but they could not speak Chinese, Japanese, or Korean. In the end, the two parties communicated in poor English. X roughly knew his own experience:

he encountered a major shipwreck, and when he was salvaged, he had extensive burns all over his body, ten ribs were broken, hemorrhage in the abdominal cavity, spleen rupture, and intracranial brain injury...sent to ordinary hospitals cannot be saved Yes, the fishermen who salvaged him had a second thought and sent him to this medical institution.

The agency is affiliated to country M, and is currently developing new drugs and recruiting "volunteers." X knew in his heart that "volunteer" was just a nice word, but it was actually an illegal human experiment, moved from country M to a small island country in the Pacific Ocean and carried it out secretly, and no one found out.

The fatality rate of that new drug was as high as 67.4%, and X became the surviving 32.6%. Because of the effect of the medicine, his tattered body miraculously supported him through all the operations and saved his life.

After he was discharged from the hospital, the institution also awarded him the "International Outstanding Volunteer" certificate, written in French.

On the day he was discharged from the hospital, no one came to see him off, and no one came to pick him up. X was covered in bandages. He turned the wheelchair by himself and slowly slid out of the white-tiled lobby of the medical institution.

The bright sunlight outside made it hard for him to keep his eyes open.

The wheelchair slid out, X didn't know where to go, and just slid aimlessly. Sometimes the wheels of the wheelchair rolled over the uneven road, and the small stones stuck on the road clicked, clicked, and couldn't turn around.

Under the white sun, X stopped turning his wheelchair, he raised his head slightly, and saw the small emerald green shrubs beside the road, and now he was as tall as them. Low bushes, behind is a sea of ​​sapphires.

The island country is sparsely populated, and wherever you go, you will be accompanied by the whimpering of the waves.

X watched the creamy white foam on the blue sea, rising, rising, rising, falling on the sand, dying, dying, and dying endlessly.

X, who has no relatives, no home, no memory, no money, no passport, and no identity certificate, is in this foreign land with a language barrier, with a disability, turning a wheelchair alone, listening to the sound of dying waves on the roadside.

,

"Now let's go back -

the psychiatrist said:

"What kind of swallow? "

This is also a process of psychotherapy: the reentry chat method.

The human brain is a very magical structure. Sometimes the words come to the mouth, but suddenly forget what to say. The answers I just read in the book cannot be written out in the exam. It's in my mind, ready to come out, but I can't call it out, the more I think about what it is, the more I can't remember it.

But as long as that node is passed, the chat is over, the exam is over, and suddenly, the words I want to say and the answers I want to write pop up.

So the psychiatrist usually brings up a topic first: swallows, then shelve it, and go to talk about other things, such as French, language words, Chinese, and the experience before X. After a while, she will come back and bring up the original topic again: swallow.

Through the back-and-forth chat method, X feels that the swallow in the dream is a little clearer this time:

"It's black, small, and fluffy..." "

The swallow is, is it flying? Singing? Or, just stopping there." Psychologist Ask slowly.

"Didn't fly." X was a little hesitant, he seemed to be putting together a jigsaw puzzle with thousands of pieces in his head, "They...are the kind of baby swallows that haven't grown up, staying in the nest.

" She was a little excited when X's words were recorded in the notebook. For two years, this was the first time her patient recalled a real memory fragment!

Seeing the swallow's nest, and seeing the fluffy chicks with my own eyes, this kind of memory scene is a very precious personal memory, not everyone has it.

Moreover, swallows are migratory birds, and there are fixed seasons for giving birth every year. The scene of seeing the swallow's nest at that time may only be a short moment in the memory, but it can provide the local environment, climate, geographical location, a lot of information, and even help locate the place where X once lived.

Psychologist: "What shape do you think the swallow's nest... is?"

Barn swallows, swifts, petrels, and different types of swallows build different nests. The nests of barn swallows are generally bowl-shaped, vase-shaped, and sand-hole-shaped...

"Or..." The psychologist: "What do you think is special about that swallow?"

X paused for a long time, then slowly said:

"Their... ...There is a ring around the abdomen..." X recalled carefully:

"There are some yellow feathers."

The cardiologist quickly typed X's description of swallows in Google:

"Golden-waisted swallows are mainly summer migratory birds in China. The time of migrating to China varies from region to region. It is earlier in the south and later in the north." X hesitated for a while

. Hui: "When you look at the swallows, it should be... spring."

The psychiatrist: "That's southern China. Where is the place to see the swallows' nests? Is it a tree, or..."

X's mind gradually emerged the dilapidated corridor, the gray The concrete floor on the ground became clearer in my mind:

"It's a building, a residential building."

The psychiatrist's hand holding the pen and shorthand was also a little excited, and her patients remembered more and more!

She said: "Residential building, then... the swallow's nest should be on the top of the wall. How did you go up to see it? The ladder or..." "

Wooden box." X felt the details of watching the swallow's scene become more and more clear in his mind:

"I stepped on a wooden box."

The swallow's nest was built between the corner of the wall and the ceiling, and the little chick swallow had a round head and chirped. It was a sunny day and the sky was blue...Psychiatrist

: "You, stepping on a wooden box?"

X immediately realized what she was talking about. He was more than 1.9 meters tall. No need to step on the wooden box.

"That was... when I was a child." X felt the picture in his mind became clearer and clearer. He was very small at that time, a short one standing on a wooden box, and had to stand on tiptoe to see the swallow's nest... ...

"Wait a minute."

X suddenly said, "I didn't go to see it alone."

The psychiatrist paused, and she immediately raised her head, with surprise and excitement in her eyes:

"Someone went to see the swallow with you...?"

"...Yes." X paused and confirmed:

"Yes, there is a little boy."

The psychiatrist clenched the pen tightly, this information is very important, she thought patient X could recall the swallows and residential buildings already very remarkable , Unexpectedly, the most critical "human" message came out of this swallow clip.

--That may be X's relatives or friends, people who have a very direct relationship with him!

Psychiatrist: "Can you describe him?"

X: "He's a little shorter than me, about the same age as me, and he's watching swallows together."

Psychiatrist: "Does that child have any other characteristics?"

X paused , in his memory, there are two children, with their backs to him, standing on the wooden box, happily watching the little swallow chirping.

Psychiatrist: "So, clothes? Or..."

"He's carrying a schoolbag." X said, his memory gurgling out like a bubbling mountain spring:

"A blue schoolbag. There are... letters, a word on it "

Psychiatrist: "Can you remember that word?"

X closed his eyes, his mind was full of that little boy, that little guy was carrying a small blue schoolbag, standing beside him, breathing fresh and vigorously, just in front of him. Next to his arm... close at hand.