[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

Case report of a patient with central retinal vessel occlusion.

According to the patient's dictation,? He woke up in the morning, dressed and went downstairs to wash, and turned on the toaster to make breakfast. There was no discomfort during this period.However, when he sat on the sofa with fried eggs, bacon and ham, and used the remote control to turn on the TV to watch the football match of the day, he found that there was only a foggy blank on the TV screen, and then his vision began to go black. ,? He suddenly lost his sight at that time.

However, it is unbelievable that according to the data provided by the examination, the patient was blind for at least six hours when he thought he was blind.That means he had blocked blood vessels in his sleep,? When he woke up, he should have seen nothing.But not only did he see it, but he also washed and went downstairs smoothly and made breakfast for himself. The doctor speculated that what he saw that morning was just a hallucination. The brain replayed the previous morning, and the patient did not notice any abnormalities,? But the brain can only project what it has seen before, and cannot imagine the football game of the day, so the patient lost his vision at that time.

This case illustrates at least two things. First, humans may not rely so much on the five senses; second, the brain may be more deceptive than we thought.

"Jack, do you really have a wife?"

Jack lowered his head, opened his eyes wide, clutched his trouser legs tightly, and sweated continuously.He growled to himself in his heart: Don't hesitate,? Rebut him, this is just his trick, he wants to confuse himself.

But he couldn't do it, because he really couldn't remember Jenny's face. No matter how hard he tried to recall, Jenny in his memory was only from the back. With a snow-white nape like a swan, she is beautiful, slender and graceful, but stiff like a puppet. From beginning to end, she can only chop meat mechanically with a kitchen knife.Jack rushed forward and turned her chin around, hoping to get a good view of her face.But the moment his eyes touched him, he was stunned. Jenny's face was covered with a misty cloud, like a smashed TV screen with noise and snowflakes flickering.

"Yes, I have... I have a wife, and Jenny existed, it's definitely not my fantasy." Jack was silent for a long time before he answered with difficulty: "If I hadn't been married, I wouldn't have remembered the details of getting along with Jenny , it's just... I'm a little forgetful, yes, forgetful—I don't remember her face."

The clown laughed and fell on his lap, staring at him with acid green eyes: "Jack, don't tell me you haven't found the most fatal problem: your wife is too much like your mother. The memory of the 'wife' is mixed together, and you can't tell who they are. This is the price of 'forgetting'. You forget too many things, and the brain is afraid that you will find that there is a large gap in the memory, so it puts you The two most familiar women are spliced ​​together, which is why, the mother in your memory is sometimes red-haired and sometimes blond."

"Impossible, it doesn't make sense...why would I forget this?" Jack murmured.

Memory is a wall.

When Jack stood behind the wall before, what he saw was a silent, hard, indestructible wall, stretching up and down, left and right, endlessly, without end.His brain told him that his wife and children were waiting behind the wall, and what he had to do was to collect all the keys and open the only door in the wall, and then he could meet the relatives whom he missed day and night.

But now, he has cut a hole in this wall, through this hole, he saw his mother, the dead mother in his memory, just beyond that hole, her cold body leaning against the other side of the wall From the side, staring at him with dilated pupils.Worst of all, before going through that door, the world behind the wall was to him a black box with a cat in it.He wondered how many people died on the other side, was it just his mother, or were they all dead?

The hole dug out cannot be restored.

Jack could only watch it grow bigger and bigger...

Maybe... maybe one day, he will see... his wife's body through this hole.

- "Jack Napier, you are suspected of killing your father Masefield Napier...your mother Sally Arnold Christian...your wife Jenny Napier...you have the right to remain silent... ...But every word you say will become evidence in court..."

No - impossible.How could I possibly kill someone, I clearly, clearly...

Jack looked down at his open palm.It was a pair of pale hands with slender fingers and distinct joints. There were thin calluses on the thumb and forefinger that had been holding pens all year round. They didn't look like the hands of a murderer.

That's right, you didn't kill anyone, it was the clown who was bewitching you, he could see your memory and tamper with your past, he wanted you to doubt yourself.You are not a murderer, the only connection with mental illness is that your mother has schizophrenia, but you kill her, she drowned herself, it has nothing to do with you.You are just an ordinary chemical plant engineer, you are married to the wife who has been with you for several years, she is pregnant and waiting for you to go back...

But... Jenny, Jenny she... why can't I remember Jenny's face?

The clown held his face in his hands, and for a moment Jack thought he was going to kiss him, but he didn't, he just said, "Jack, maybe you're thinking, there's no reason for you to do it at all. But I want to tell you,' Killing with a motive is not the truth in itself. There is absolute evil in the world. Some people will kill when they are driven to a dead end. Some people will do evil even if they live a happy life. The latter kind of people are born without compassion and guilt. , let alone fear. They kill for no reason, meaningless, and without warning. Just like you, the day before you were living an ordinary life, and today you decide to burn the whole street to death. Talking is like a child changing the TV channel—you want to see the world burn.”

"No, I'm not..." Jack defended palely.

"You are. If you're not, you don't have to fake your memory. How many times have you thought of Jenny in this year and a half? You think about Batman longer than you think about her. Do you think that's normal? "The clown's hand slowly slid down and stuck to his ribs. Here, he could feel the ups and downs of his heartbeat." In the Batcave, what you want to activate is not the red sun lamp, but the kryptonite missile, made to kill Superman But you failed, Batman didn't give you permission, and the Kryptonite missile was destroyed by Superman. You deleted the access log in the computer to make sure there were no traces, but I know what you're thinking, you The fire of desire is burning inside, pumping right here. You want to kill that Kryptonian because he's a threat, and he's not human — so killing him isn't against the rules."

Jack fell into an abject silence.

The clown continued to question him with a devilish smile: "Jack, when you pressed the button that could kill Superman, your blood pressure rose and your heart beat faster. Deep down, you thank the Batman of this world, He made you see the evil god on earth, evil and wonderful, Superman is too human, he can cry, laugh, suffer, breathe, and struggle to live. Even better, kill this Being humanoid is not a sin, and you've put up with it for too long."

reality.

The clown woke up. He was ripped out of the heart by the unjust Superman. He should have died, but no, he was still alive and immersed in a pool of bright green water. Already filled, the new heart starts beating again, pumping blood throughout the body.Then he followed the difference in water pressure and went upstream. The water in the pool was not deep, so he surfaced quickly and let out a long breath.

Lazarus Pond.Fountain of Immortality.

People often say that the clown is not dead because of the Dionysian factor. In fact, the Dionysian factor is the setting of the new 52 Batman.In the world of Batman, the clown fell to the cliff deep in the Batcave after the genocide, and accidentally found the pool of Dionysus there, thus obtaining the purest Dionysian factor.It is the wine of immortality, which only exists in the spine of the clown, and can repair the damaged human body when the clown dies, thereby resurrecting.The Pool of Lazarus is a low-profile version diluted with the Dionysus factor. It also has the function of repairing injuries and resurrecting the dead. Lei Xiaogu, the leader of the Assassin League, relied on it to live for more than [-] years. The dead Jason was also resurrected by Lazarus Pool.But the resurrection has side effects. The pool of Lazarus has great damage to the human spirit. If the soaking time is too long or too many times, it will make people go crazy.

The clown was still wearing that purple dress, with two slender swallowtails hanging down wet.He lay on the shore, lowered his head and spit out the water in his mouth, spitting bubbles like a stranded fish: "Hey, buddy! Bring a bottle of sunscreen, room service is needed here!"

A pair of red boots came into view, and it was not Batman who revived him, but the injustice Superman.Superman picked him up by his collar like a chicken: "Joker, you have a good eloquence, you deliberately provoked me to kill you, so as not to be tortured, but you are wrong, I have resurrected countless times Your method. From now on, I will not let you die easily."

Under the gaze of Superman, the clown once again showed that devilish smile, and sighed exaggeratedly and artificially: "Okay, okay, okay. Our big love/mother red underwear/pants Kryptonian, finally wants to Make yourself look like a tyrant instead of a baby! He used his barren imagination to invent torture, hoping superintelligence would make his inventions equal to the iron maiden, but I have a suggestion, when you tie me up When roasting at the stake, suggest a Peruvian olive oil with salt and pepper, and a handful of white sesame seeds at the end.”