[Football] Choisir

The first time you saw snow was in Berlin in another world?

"Did the interview go well?"

Gotze turned around and found that it was Ram.

"It's okay," Gotze replied, "that reporter is very understanding."

Ram nodded, and walked over to close the window: "Now you have become a talking point again, it's better not to be caught easily."

"sorry."

"Nothing. Seriously, now I don't wonder why you don't know you need to pay attention to this," Ram said.

"What?" Gotze obviously didn't understand.

"I mean, I actually believe what you and the other Mario said now."

"But don't you and Dr. Muller both think that..."

"Indeed, we have always believed that you have a second personality because of brain damage." Ram looked at Gotze with a very serious expression, "But those things really happened, right? What happened to you thing?"

Gotze nodded.

"So you were a player before."

"Always."

Ram sighed: "Although everything is against my cognition, I still decided to believe you."

"Thank you, Philip."

"In this case, with a few days until the awards ceremony, I think I need to see Thomas again," Rahm said, "at least until things don't get serious."

"Can I go there together? If you want to study a way to let me return to my own world." Gotze said.

"Not yet, you have to stay here until the award ceremony is over. Otherwise, with the level of attention you are receiving now, as soon as you make a move, you will be discovered immediately and get to the bottom of it. We finally started to grasp the initiative."

Gotze could only nod once more.

"Don't worry, Mario." Ram patted him on the shoulder and comforted him. "After the award ceremony, I will arrange for you to meet Thomas, and we can discuss this matter together."

Ram smiled at him, turned and left.Walking to the door, he added: "Maybe you have to keep some distance from Marco."

"I see."

Ram nodded and walked out the door.

Gotze turned to look at the windows, but finally gave up the idea of ​​opening them.

Perhaps because of the snow, many white ice crystals condensed on the window, just like the color of the surging waves in his consciousness.

He managed to peer through the ice crystals.

You are right, Mario.Gotze said to his other self in his heart.

It's almost dawn.

Chapter 6

"Best Actor in a Leading Role goes to...Mario Gotze, This Way!"

Applause, cheers.

Gotze tried hard to control his slightly trembling body so that it would move forward in a natural state—instead of falling down while walking—while silently regretting that another Mario couldn’t get the heavy weight by himself. trophy.

Holding the silver bear in his hand, he thanked all the names on the list that Ram had given him, and waited for the room to fall silent.

"I want to thank one person in particular," he said, "and the fact that this trophy should go to him and not to me. In my darkest days, when I was most depressed, when I was most hopeless, he was the one who gave me generous encouragement. It was he who pulled me out of panic and confusion with his unparalleled calmness and reason, and it was his generosity and tolerance that allowed me to let go of the burden of guilt and face life with a relatively relaxed attitude. Now I am standing here , stand here no longer afraid of the power of words, and dedicate this trophy to him, because it is the honor he deserves. If I can only say one more word before I close, then I will say it-it is dawn."

"Mr. Gotze, what do you mean by your speech at the award ceremony?"

"There is news that your accident on the set last March was caused by humans, do you know about it?"

"Mr. Gotze..."

Gotze did not answer the questions of the reporters waiting at the door, and got into the car accompanied by Ram.The moment the car door was closed, those persistent reporters were still beating on the car door, hoping that Gotze would show up again and say a few words.

And just a few months ago, most of these people were still painstakingly digging through all his history, trying to find evidence that Mario Götze was an arrogant megalomaniac.

After the car drove a certain distance, the surroundings finally became quiet.Getze took off his sunglasses and rubbed his eyes, feeling exhausted like a flood.

"I have to admit that your words are very good." Ram commented.

Gotze sighed: "Those are the things I really want to say."

"Also, I want to thank you," Ram said, "maybe it's a bit strange for me, but thank you for helping him get the Silver Bear Award. It will also be very helpful to his future career."

"This is what I owe him."

Ram shook his head and said seriously: "Don't think so, you two owe nothing to the other. Your coming here is an unexpected event."

Gotze didn't answer.

"Don't be too hard on yourself, read this." Ram handed over a newspaper.

"Focus Entertainment?"

"Look at the second edition."

Gotze turned to the second page and found a striking headline—"The Wronged Mario Gotze?" "

"This is..." Gotze gasped.

According to our newspaper, Mario Gotze was injured on the set in March last year. The film crew claimed that he used the injury as an excuse to slow down and delay the filming progress. In fact, according to people familiar with the matter, Gotze suffered serious head injuries in the accident, and After being discharged from the hospital, he still suffered from severe phased amnesia, which made him unable to live a normal life. The person said that he had heard Gotze admit his memory loss. If the injury of Gotze is true, the film crew has an unshirkable responsibility for the matter, and the May The incident of changing roles should also be re-examined..."

"I haven't mentioned this amnesia to anyone else!" Gotze said in amazement, "Except for my family and you, just with Marco... oh, and going to the bar that day... But it can't be Lucas! He's not like that..."

"Not Podolski," Ram said dryly. "It was one of the Historie's waiters who just overheard your conversation the other day. Apparently he recognized you, but he didn't seem to have learned when to shut up. "

"I didn't expect someone to eavesdrop. There was a lot of people in the bar." Gotze said angrily.

"Noisy places may not be suitable for conversation, especially for people with a certain reputation like you and Marco." Ram said, "But on the bright side, this report is very beneficial to us."

Ram took the newspaper from Gotze and said: "They probably got the news a few months ago, but they have waited until now. Smart choice."

Gotze felt a little headache: "Are we still struggling with this matter?"

Ram raised his eyebrows: "Of course, if we don't take action, the opponent will take away the advantage. Do you want to go through it again?"

"One time is enough." Gotze said with a straight face.

"I think so." Ram nodded. "Also, I have already contacted Thomas. Take a good rest today, and we will return to Munich tomorrow."

Ram insisted on taking him downstairs, saying that Mueller had specifically instructed him, as if to introduce him to someone.And Ram also said that according to him-"I don't need to know too much about this matter."Gotze had no choice but to lower his hat a little, and then walked into the hospital by himself.

When passing by the corridor on the second floor, Gotze resisted the urge to take a look at the rooms on the west side—the surveillance at the door was obviously not a joke—then he came to the door of Muller’s consulting room.

Gotze knocked on the door.The door opened quickly, and Muller's smiling face appeared behind the door: "Ah, Mr. Gotze, please come in."

Goetze entered the room and found that the consulting room hadn't changed much since he left.The helmet-like machine that he suspects is specially used for hypnosis is still placed on a single hospital bed, and the tubes on the machine are connected to a monitor next to it, and there is now a person sitting in front of the monitor.

A tall, man of distinctly Germanic blood.Seeing Gotze's arrival, the man stood up, and then Gotze suddenly realized that he knew who was standing in front of him, and this was also a person he was very familiar with in the previous world.

Muller introduced with a smile on his face: "Mr. Gotze, please be sure to meet this man—Manuel Neuer, a genius scientist in the German brain science community."

Hearing the word "scientist", Gotze stretched out his hand in awe: "Mario Gotze, you can call me Mario directly. Nice to meet you."

Neuer reached out and shook his hand expressionlessly: "Just call me Manu."

Gotze withdrew his hand, and raised his awe of "scientists" to another level in his heart.

"Manu, last time I told you about Mr. Gotze's situation," Muller didn't mind Neuer's facial expression at all, and still smiled, "Simply speaking, he is not what we think he is. The dual personality in the traditional sense, according to the words of Mr. Gotze and another personality who claims to be Mario Gotze, is that Mr. Gotze 'transmigrated' from another world to this body."

Although the smile is still as friendly, the concise and concise style of Thomas Muller's speech here still surprises people.Gotze thought to himself, if it was the Thomas he was familiar with before, he would not be able to stop without talking about 10 minutes in the opening remarks.

"Thomas?" Gotze said aloud, "You can just call me Mario."

"Thanks," Muller smiled at him, "then Mario, now