The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 68 Rorschach Ink Blots
Before entering the building, He Nan considered whether to simply cover his face with a mask.

Afterwards, I felt that there was no need to bother.

Because there is little meaning in covering the face here, on the contrary, it is easy to be suspected by others after seeing it.

If you don't cover your face and be seen by others, you may be regarded as an ordinary visitor and will not receive any attention.

So, the two looked at the map of the orphanage displayed on the first floor, and then rushed up to the fourth floor cautiously and quickly.

Fortunately, because of the arrival of Stark and the group of noisy reporters, the attention of the security guards was attracted by the flashing lights, so there was no obstacle for the two of them to travel.

On the way, they saw a lot of classrooms and bedrooms—because it was daytime, there was no one except the bedrooms of cerebral palsy patients.But the atmosphere of the classroom is very different.

Some are lifeless, while others are more cheerful.

He Nan knew that the former was lifeless because there were too many disabled children in it, and the atmosphere couldn't be cheerful, and they didn't have the physical conditions.

The latter is an illusion.

He Nan, who was born as an orphan, knew very well that the orphanage forced the aunts to liven up the atmosphere in order to cope with the inspection of the sponsor.

But most kids.There is obviously a loss, bewilderment and emptiness that cannot be hidden in the eyes.

. . . Only those school-age children who appear to be in good health and who are not severely handicapped can have any real happiness.

The overall atmosphere here is full of depression.

Just like the orphanage where He Nan and Shirley lived in childhood, the classes in the White Swan Orphanage are not simply divided by age.

...and by category and degree of disability.

The most common, regardless of the size of the orphanage, is this kind of class.

...classes for children with cerebral palsy.

The children inside are all cerebral palsy patients with severe intellectual disabilities. Some of them are even very old, but their bodies are shrunken and they are still like babies.

They can only eat liquid food, and they open their eyes in a daze like rabbits every day without emotion.

...just staring at you like this makes you sad and creepy.

He Nan and Shirley were in the healthier class when they were young.Children like them, when they are a little older, for example, around five or six years old, have to help take care of other children.

For example, feeding those children with cerebral palsy - the orphanage has too few volunteers, so healthy children can only help out more.

Now seeing the dazed expressions of those children with cerebral palsy through the door glass, He Nan recalled that bitter memory.

At the same time, I also felt a burst of nostalgia.

In the ten years Shirley left, he spent more than half of the time in the orphanage—no, to be precise, more than half of the eight years.

For some reason, when an event is nearly ten years old, he always rounds it up and records it as ten years.

The number of orphans in New York is very high.

...The speed-up is also terrifying.

Many came here because their parents died at the hands of criminals.

Otherwise, it was because the parents went to prison and had no guardians, so they were adopted here.

When He Nan was a child, he sympathized with and envied those children whose parents died bravely against criminals.

He also hopes that behind the fact that he does not have the care of his parents, there is a story that makes him proud and heroic.

Unfortunately not.

Like Shirley, he was thrown at the gate of the orphanage for no reason, without knowing who the parents were and why they abandoned the child.

As He Nan grew older, he became more and more angry about this.

Because he was abandoned.

While he felt angry and hated for his parents who did such a thing, he longed to see them again someday.

Of course, the idea when I was a child was that I hope I can go back to them.

But when he grew up, his thinking has changed, only when they are dead, and he doesn't want to look for them.

Even if they meet by accident, I just want to ask them why they abandoned me, and then make a clean break and never see each other again.

It's really uncomfortable to be in a place like this...

He Nan paced in the orphanage, feeling terrible.

If there is nothing to do, I just don't want to come to this kind of place...

Seeing those kids... just brings up uncomfortable memories.

The beautiful memories of childhood are all condensed on Shirley, and they can be recalled at any time when they are with her...

... When I really came to the orphanage, I could only think of gloomy past events.

I can't bear to see those severely disabled children...

...Those with mental disabilities, maybe it can be better.They probably don't realize how painful their situation is.

But what about the kids with atrophied limbs, brittle bones, stuff like that?Their thinking is the same as that of normal people, but they have to be trapped in welfare institutions for the rest of their lives, spending every day boringly.

It was simply the most painful torture.

...He Nan has been thinking about this question since he was a child.

If they were allowed to choose for themselves, would they hope to be relieved by euthanasia?

Of course, euthanasia is not legal.

... But in New York, there are too many ways to get around the law.As long as you have money.

No, no, no, what the hell am I thinking...

He Nan felt distraught.

This forced him to pat his cheek to relax himself.

"Ah..." He Nan slowed down and looked at a bedroom in a daze.

"Why, did you see an acquaintance?" Seeing this, Shirley also stopped and turned around to ask.

"Yes. It's a child from our orphanage." He Nan turned his gaze back and smiled wryly, "It must have been taken in after our orphanage closed down... He came here when I was in junior high school. I heard that my mother was arrested. The Green Goblin was killed, Dad was killed by the muggers. You'd be gone by then, so I don't know."

"...What a tragedy." Shirley also took a closer look at him, and found that the little boy was drawing something with a watercolor pen: "Is that...?"

"Rorschach inkblot test chart." He Nan stared at the symmetrical psychological patterns and said, "He...is very strange, he used to be like this. Compared with many children with cerebral palsy, he is already much better. He can draw...but no matter how he draws, he can only draw Rorschach's ink marks, and I don't know where he knows this kind of thing."

"After all, it's a very complicated pattern...It's really amazing to be able to draw it so perfectly." Xue Li looked a little dignified, and left the bedroom door: "Let's go on, let's see how these affect your mood."

"……Um."

Not far ahead is the dean's office.

At this time, the dean was going downstairs to meet Mr. Stark who was still on the first floor.

He Nan made some estimates and felt that he should take Stark around the restaurant starting from the first floor, introduce the various situations of the hospital, and hint at the approximate amount of donations needed for the XX content, etc., and it should be time to return. Not coming.

Then it is time to enter the house to investigate while the dean is away.

(End of this chapter)