The whole city is my old attack

"swallow……"

"what?"

"Last night, I dreamed of swallows."

X sits in a psychiatrist's consulting room, receiving treatment for amnesia.

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

"Yes, what kind of swallow?"

X is 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's okay, take your time."

X searched slowly 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 finishing writing, she held up the notebook to X and smiled:

"How many can you understand now?"

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

"Good~ you finally know a little French now." The female doctor said happily, "Can we communicate in French instead?"

X shook his head: "I can only recognize words."

The female doctor Oh——, with some regret in her tone, she continued to speak Chinese with a contagious smile on her face.

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 soon as you find this kind of thought that forces you to recall in your brain, you can memorize words, English, French, or any language can bring peace to your mind.

"Learning a language is also a way of stimulating brain circuits.

"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, Follow fate."

X is holding the flaming red lips of the female doctor. Although she speaks Chinese fluently, there is still a bit of an exotic accent, which is 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 knows his own experience:

He encountered a major shipwreck, and when he was salvaged, he suffered extensive burns all over his body, ten broken ribs, hemorrhage in the abdominal cavity, ruptured spleen, and intracranial brain injury... Sending him to an ordinary hospital would not save him. The fishermen who salvaged him had another thought Think, send 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 Pacific island country 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 to complete all the operations and save 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 where the language is not spoken, with a disability, turning a wheelchair alone, listening to the sound of the dead waves on the roadside.

,

"Now let's go back to-

The psychiatrist said:

"What kind of swallow?"

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

The human brain is a very miraculous 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 in the exam.It is 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 switchback chat method, X feels that the swallow in the dream is clearer this time:

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

"Is the swallow flying? Singing? Or, just standing there." The psychologist asked slowly.

"Didn't fly." X hesitated, as if he was putting together a jigsaw puzzle with thousands of pieces in his mind, "They...are the kind of young swallows that haven't grown up, staying in the nest."

The psychologist recorded X's words in the notebook, and she was a little excited. It has been two years, and this is the first time that her patient has 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.

Psychiatrist: "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, there are also vase-shaped, sand-hole-shaped...

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

X paused for a long time, then said slowly:

"They... have a ring around their abdomen..." X carefully recalled:

"There are some yellow feathers."

The psychologist quickly typed X's description of the swallow in Google:

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

X hesitated for a while: "It should be... spring when you look at the swallows."

Psychiatrist: "That's southern China. Where is the swallow's nest? Is it a tree, or..."

The dilapidated corridor gradually emerged in X's mind, and the gray concrete floor became clearer in his mind:

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

The psychiatrist's hand holding the shorthand pen is also a little excited, and her patients are thinking 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 become clearer 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 popped out a round head, chirping and chirping, it was a sunny day, the sky was very blue...

Psychiatrist: "You, stepped on a wooden box?"

X immediately realized the problem she was talking about. He himself was more than 1.9 meters tall. Before he was injured, he might only need to stand on tiptoe to see the little swallows in the swallow's nest, and he didn't need to step on the wooden box at all.

"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 moment."

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

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

"Someone will go with you to see the swallow...?"

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

"Yes, there was a little boy."

The psychiatrist clenched her pen tightly. This information is very important. She thought it would be great for patient X to be able to recall the swallows and residential buildings. Unexpectedly, this piece of swallows contained the most critical information about "people".

——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, he should be about the same age as me, and he's watching the swallows together."

Psychiatrist: "That child, do you have any other characteristics?"

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

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

"He was carrying a schoolbag." X said, his memory was gurgling out like a blinding mountain spring:

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

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, right next to his arm... close at hand.