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Compared with Dr. Chen's shock, Duan Shu was much calmer. He patiently waited for the doctor's expression to regain his composure, and he did not forget to joke with him: "You seem to know me."

Dr. Chen took a deep breath, and finally suppressed the surging thoughts in his heart: "Of course, I like your movie very much... Many of my colleagues also like it."

He immediately remembered the news that he saw not long ago: "I remember that Mr. Duan seems to have just started filming a movie. Has this symptom affected your filming?"

With emotion, Dr. Chen quickly entered the working state.

"It has an impact. Fortunately, the state of the character overlaps slightly, so the progress is not delayed." Duan Shu replied, "It is also fortunate that the symptoms of the legs appeared on the No. 11th day, and the shooting took a total of [-] days."

In connection with his previous statement, Dr. Chen immediately realized: "So it's five days for each part?"

"Well, very regular."

For disease, this is a very unreasonable regular state.

If it weren't for Duan Shu's seeming enough rationality and honesty, coupled with his instinctive state of attracting countless attentions but taking the initiative to hide from the world, Dr. Chen would almost suspect that he was lying-this is also a disease, Munchausen's syndrome, a kind of disease through disguise or A mental illness that creates symptoms to win sympathy from the outside world.

Duan Shu seemed to have understood his thoughts: "It sounds hard to believe, but it is the truth."

Dr. Chen nodded, a little confused: "Mr. Duan, your symptoms are similar to body agnosia. You think that part of your body does not belong to you, but belongs to others, but this usually occurs in hemiplegic patients. brain damage related to…”

Duan Shu corrected: "I know it belongs to me, but I can't feel it."

Dr. Chen was silent for a while, then said abruptly: "Then do you feel that this part is redundant? For example, the current legs, do you have an urge to amputate them?"

"No." Duan Shu didn't fluctuate in the slightest because of this strange question, "It's not a body integrity disorder. I've searched for relevant information, and I don't have any thoughts of amputation."

Before Dr. Chen could speak, he continued: "I don't think this part doesn't exist, and I don't think I'm dead, so it's not Cottard..."

"I don't think it's a mental illness. I don't have any delusional thoughts. For me, it's an objective physical symptom, like some nerves that should be working suddenly lose their vitality and suddenly go out, causing me Can't feel it."

In the end, Duan Shu concluded: "So I found you, and I hope you can arrange a comprehensive examination for me to find out what is wrong with my body."

Dr. Chen is a neurologist, which is his specialty.

Dr. Chen, who likes psychology in private, was hesitant to speak, but seeing the stubborn look of the patient who had already made plans in front of him, he finally didn't say anything.

"Okay, I'll arrange the inspection for you right away."

Duan Shu thanked him, put on the mask again, and Doctor Ren carefully pushed himself to an unfamiliar place.

His hands were on his legs, like leaning on a piece of lifeless pillow, through the fabric of his trousers, there was only a soft and cold touch.

He looked down at his fingers, the feeling of regaining them was amazing. He opened his palm vigorously, and the edge of the skin between his fingers was like a rubber band stretched to the extreme, and there was a distinct feeling of soreness.

Duan Shu cherishes this feeling, because he may lose it again soon.

three days later.

The white gauze curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows were gently blown by the wind. Through the transparent glass, you can overlook the scenery of most of the city, which vaguely overlaps with the reflected interior scenes.

There is a glass of water with a straw on the wooden coffee table, the snack plate is full of candies and chocolates, the screen of the mobile phone is on, and it is in the call interface, and an old movie with black and white quality is playing on the large TV screen, silent silent film.

Duan Shu nestled on the sofa, his gaze lazily resting on the surviving images from the last century, and he listened to the voice from the coffee table with a calm expression.

"The new inspection results came out, and there are no obvious problems..."

It will be difficult for him to type these days, so Dr. Chen called.

As he expected, both hands were selected again, forming a loop head-to-tail.

This is already the second in-depth examination he has done, and he still hasn't found any cause of the symptoms.

The hands, back, and legs, three unrelated parts, are unified by the brain nerves.

"...if there is an abnormality in the right parietal lobe, it may cause similar symptoms, but your test results are normal... Anyway, the brain is a very mysterious and complex area, and there may be something we haven't discovered—"

After several days of communication, Dr. Chen's tone seemed much more familiar, and it was full of self-evident seriousness and fighting spirit.

After the test, it was confirmed that Duan Shu's lesion was objectively insensitive, and he did not have any abnormal psychological cognition. This strange situation aroused Dr. Chen's strong curiosity and thirst for knowledge. .

For this reason, after obtaining Duan Shu's consent, Dr. Chen concealed his personal situation, recorded the symptoms of this case, and sent them to many experts and professors he knew, hoping to hear other people's opinions. Open up ideas.

It is a pity that in the few replies received so far, no valuable information has been obtained, and most of them are limited to several types of diseases that have been excluded before. Some people even suggested that he carefully confirm whether the patient is lying.

"In the five replies as of today's noon, three experts mentioned medial frontal lobe damage. To be on the safe side, I think you can do another examination after your symptoms stabilize..."

Duan Shu listened to the doctor on the other end of the phone telling him the names of organs and parts that sounded awkward to him, and suddenly felt a little absurd.

He never thought that such an incredible thing would happen to him, just like he never thought that he would become an actor who could be recognized even when he went to the doctor.

"Doctor Chen, have you ever thought of a possibility?"

Dr. Chen stopped talking and asked, "What's possible?"

The movie "Metropolis" filmed 100 years ago was playing on TV, and a robot pretending to be a human woman gave impassioned speeches to people, stirring up the emotions of countless people.

"Is it possible that my physical structure is different from that of ordinary people?"

Dr. Chen was silent for a moment, trying to translate the riddle: "You mean...?"

"Does the failure at regular intervals seem like a pre-set program? For example, a warning before the robot's battery is exhausted?" movie of."

"..." Dr. Chen seemed to be choking on his own saliva, coughed a few times, and couldn't help laughing, "If you hadn't just had a physical examination, and our hospital's equipment is top-notch, otherwise I might really Believe it."

He only thought that Duan Shu was having fun while suffering, and comforted him, saying: "I will do my best to help you, don't worry, it will be cured."

"Thank you, Dr. Chen." Duan Shu responded without any objection, "I won't be working again for a long time, and I can cooperate with treatment at any time."

After Dr. Chen hung up the phone, he watched the screen of the phone gradually darken, then raised his head slightly, and looked at the plate full of candies and chocolates not far away.

Whenever he was in a gloomy mood, he would crave sweets, which was the easiest happiness to get, not the hypoglycemia that Yao Xiaoxiao mistakenly thought.

But for him now, it is no longer easy for him to even pick up a candy.

There was a faint shadow under Duan Shu's downcast eyes, his long and slender fingers slowly fell into the pile of sugar, and his unfamiliar fingertips slowly unwrapped the bright sugar wrapper.

He did wonder if he was a robot, or rather, he wished he was.

——Lu Mingye once wanted to make the best movie, so did Zhao Yuan, Zhang Jiayan wanted to play a character with depth, Yao Xiaoxiao wanted to collect all the cute dolls, and even Dr. Chen wanted to heal the strange movie actors he admired sick.

Only he doesn't think about anything, the only dream he stole from Lu Mingye.

Compared with others, he lacked a lot of things, which made him feel uneasy within the scope of being human.

The strawberry-flavored fudge melts in the mouth, and the overwhelming sweetness hits like a storm.

He waits for the pleasurable dopamine.

Time passed like water, and the invisible white molecules seeped into the dense blood vessels, lost and wandered inside the body, soaked into the nerves, and drove away the heavy dark clouds.

In the illusion of happiness that arrived as expected, Duan Shu closed his eyes and quietly sorted out the trivial life for a while, and wrote it down in time while he still remembered, lest they disappear quietly.

Zhao Yuan assured him that the follow-up filming would be completed on time, and she also wanted to show him the new book she was writing; Zhang Jiayan hoped to have the opportunity to cooperate again, any role would do; Yao Xiaoxiao said that she was originally scheduled to be a guest in a scene He will find a way to turn it down. Fortunately, he only accepts the show based on his preferences, and has no messy business schedule... Dr. Chen said that as of today's five replies at noon.

Five replies.

Duan Shu suddenly opened his eyes, got up from the sofa, and walked towards the computer on the dining table in a slightly hasty pace.

The soft white gauze curtain brushed by the side like fog, erratic in the daylight.

Dr. Chen Bcced him all the emails. He opened the mailbox before noon. He remembered that he had received six emails, and the number of unread emails was the number 6 in bright red.

Dr. Chen is serious and responsible, and he will not make mistakes.

Was his memory wrong?

This obviously happened only a few hours ago.

Although the movement was difficult, Duan Shu still turned on the computer and found the mailbox.

There were a few more unread emails. He looked at the time bar on the right. There were indeed six emails delivered before noon, and one of them was forwarded to him by Dr. Chen again. After he clicked on it, he saw the postscript on the top. : Sorry, this email should have been sent by mistake, don't read it.

He didn't remember wrongly, and Dr. Chen didn't say wrongly, it's just that someone sent the wrong email.

Duan Shu heaved a sigh of relief, and was about to quit as he said, when his pale fingers rested stiffly on the mouse, accidentally swiped the scroll wheel, and the page quickly scrolled to the bottom.

He frowned, feeling annoyed in his heart, trying to control the position of his fingers, and glanced across the computer screen inadvertently.

[...Virtual reality presentation system replaces the conventional movie mode with one-way output, innovates the way of entertainment, and provides a second life beyond imagination...]

[...It is recommended to enter a virtual space that has nothing to do with reality, try to get rid of psychological constraints, and then try to input a large number of strong emotional stimuli to activate the tired and dormant neural regions and restore the brain's cognition to normal. 】

Signed by: Qi Yan, Researcher of Immersive Virtual Experience Technology

The author has something to say:

There are a lot of foreshadowing secretly hidden in the front, and you will find out later.

Next I'm going to start the god unfolding (bushi