Officer Xiang and Mumu

There are angular thin golden bodies on the wall, from the diary to the front, still thick and fine, sonorous and powerful.

I heard the rhythmic footsteps outside the door from far to near, and the people in the room slowly scribbled out the poems with a brush, and added a few graffiti intentionally or unintentionally, and said casually: "Officer Xiang, I know everything. , depends on what you use to replace it."

Looking at the blackened parts, I somehow thought of Ling Yunmu's graffiti. From the wall to the drawing book, there were a lot of blackened pen and ink.Ryan blacked it out to cover up his writing, so why did Ling Yunmu black it out?

What does he have to hide as a mental patient?

Before I had time to ask more questions, the door had already been pushed open, and Ling Yunmu, who was holding the brush, limp and fell against the wall, the brush dragged out a thick and long line.

"Why are you scribbling on the wall again?" Wei Chenglan and the nurse came to round the room, and Ling Yunmu was obviously scolded by the nurse again.

He was still confused and trembling, his hands and feet could not be controlled, his body was hunched over, and his eyes were no longer as calm and elegant as before.

A foreigner who pays more attention to himself likes to drink coffee and writes a sub-personality with elegant hands, a thin golden body and harsh words——Ren, he hides in Ling Yunmu's body, and he can see everything Ling Yunmu sees!

I just felt shuddering, and I was really shocked by this "split" in the spiritual realm until I saw it with my own eyes.

Wei Chenglan checked all the indicators of Lingyunmu, and everything was normal. He took back his stethoscope and said to me, "Lingyunmu's condition has stabilized, but visual hallucinations, auditory hallucinations and delusions still exist, and the effect of drug control is better than when he first came. Shao Xiang Do you still think his sub-personality should be awakened?"

I withdrew my gaze from Ling Yunmu, and smiled embarrassingly: "Doctor, I'm just a layman, and I've given up a long time ago. I can't do such a professional thing." I'm telling the truth, Lei Eun's presence has nothing to do with me.This is not to shirk responsibility. People like Ren who claim to be in control are obviously not happy to be called out by me.

"How the police and you judge the case has nothing to do with our hospital. We only care for the patients wholeheartedly. But I have also heard a saying called 'Suspect no crime'. Since you can't be sure that it is a sub-personality committing the crime, everything depends on guesswork. It's better to let him go." Wei Chenglan spoke in a slow tone, giving people a feeling of earnestness.I nodded frequently, thinking that he probably didn't know about Ren's existence.

"Schizophrenia is the most serious of all mental illnesses, and it also has the largest number of patients. The cause of this disease has genetic factors as well as psychological factors. It can be said that no one can be completely cured at present! Some people will continue to relapse throughout their lives , can’t just stop the medicine, it’s hard to cure. But I think Lingyunmu’s situation is a little different, it’s related to whether he has a history of mental illness and whether he has a family inheritance. His age of onset is earlier, it’s sudden, and hopefully it’s short-lived Yes, in that case the chances of being able to control it are quite high.”

"Thank you doctor, hard work doctor!"

"But if he really has a split personality as you said, we must prevent the disease. DID is also divided into severity and severity. If it evolves from a mental illness to a mental disorder, it will be another round of suffering. Not all personalities have schizophrenia, but certainly hinders the treatment of schizophrenia."

I was a little ashamed: "The doctor's teaching is right! It's because I didn't think well, and I was too aggressive to solve the case. Please forgive me if I offend you."

He raised his hand to signal me not to take it seriously, and continued: "There is no one in his family, and whether he can return to society in the future still needs clinical observation and careful care. Young Master Xiang, don't you think so?"

I nodded in agreement, and Dr. Wei suddenly smiled: "Young Master Xiang is a very responsible person. Although he said he wanted to solve the case, for a person who has no blood relationship or even a stranger, he can do this. I have to call People admire it!"

I was a little embarrassed: "I didn't do anything..."

"No, what you did was actually what the patients needed. The police couldn't do it, and our hospital couldn't do enough, but your appearance just made up for this vacancy. Didn't you find out? When you were here, He's very quiet."

I looked at Ling Yunmu, he was lying on the bed while we were talking, holding the quilt and staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Playing dead", "Eavesdropping"—these are the only four words that came to my mind, but I just took Wei Chenglan as a compliment.If my appearance really made up for Ling Yunmu's spiritual needs, wouldn't that be a kind of good fortune?

I bid farewell to Dr. Wei very sincerely, closed the door gently, and exhaled slowly.

After hearing this, I was somewhat undecided.

Wei Chenglan is a famous postdoctoral fellow, a returnee, what a talent, even he said that it is not appropriate to induce sub-personality, and mental illness will become a mental disorder, which will make the individual suffer even more.

The difference between mental illness and mental disorder is that the former has no brain lesions, while the latter has brain lesions.

If Ren was really induced by me, a layman, then my sin would be great!

Although Ren has long appeared in the diary, only they themselves know whether he has really occupied the main consciousness.If they hadn't occupied the main consciousness, then the June [-] case would not have been done by them.

Maybe it was summoned by me two or three times...

"Come out, I know you've always been here!" I put my hands on the rail at the end of the bed and shouted in Ling Yunmu's direction.

He was indifferent, he couldn't close his mouth all the time, and he looked like he was about to cry.

"Don't pretend to be Ren, you listened to everything we said, come out, let's talk."

In the few minutes he came out, apart from slandering Ling Yunmu and exposing scars, he seemed to be the type who was willing to come out and hang out.But no matter how I called him, he didn't respond.

I had to take a roundabout route.

"Brother hasn't come for three days, let's see what you drew."

I took out the drawing book from the bedside table, flipped through it, and found that Ling Yunmu had come up with a new trick.

"Why are you painting so black? You don't need money for ink?"

In the last three pages, the entire picture is black, and I can imagine him filling the huge A3 paper with black ink little by little with a brush, so full that there is no gap left.Does it represent emptiness, loneliness and coldness?So to fill up?

Is there anything else on the screen before that?

It is impossible for Ling Yunmu to tell me that besides lying on the bed in a daze, he is squatting in the corner to look at the cracks.

I can only ask the nurses and nurses to understand the situation, but they don't know anything, because no one except me will care what he draws with a pen and paper...

"This situation..." Wei Chenglan thought for a while, "There is no reward, why should I show it to you?"

Award?Are you complaining that I don't give you ice cream?

This kid has grown up!Will make the means!