Tit(I)
I said I would take a break for two days before telling you about that dream, and I was serious.
In the following few days, several waves of people came to my bedside one after another, all of them came to visit me, but I remained silent, only occasionally looking at the faces of the visitors and asking honestly who they were.
I asked several of my most familiar companions and found out that they were still in a deep coma. The bright red "skin" was not recovering so quickly. I lost interest in talking and chatting, and often sat alone, leaning against the head of the bed, looking at the scenery outside the window.
All the guys who came to visit me seemed very worried about my condition.
One evening, Xu You sat by my bed, peeled an apple for me, and asked me how I was doing and whether the symptoms of delirium had completely subsided.
I shook my head and pointed at the fruit knife in his hand: "At least now I can tell that this is not a mouth secretly eating my dessert. I can also tell which is a person and which is an object."
But there is not much more to say.
Xu You frowned when he heard this, and reached out to test my high body temperature: "Gestalt collapse?"
The so-called Gestalt collapse is not a fashionable or sophisticated word. It is easy to understand and very common to put it in another way: semantic saturation.
Students or people who work with written language often stare at a word for a long time in a daze due to temporary fatigue while reading.
After looking at it for a long time, the word will inexplicably become unfamiliar, as if it can no longer be understood by the brain. At this time, the content and semantics of the word itself will be ignored by the human brain, leaving only a bunch of framework structures for people to recognize.
This seems to be the case for me now. I have seen too many "people" in a short period of time. The oversaturation of repetitive and contradictory information has caused my brain to crash. I subconsciously begin to protect myself and try to ignore the complexity from the outside world.
This visual fatigue cannot be relieved quickly for the time being. The only thing I can do is to have as little contact with people as possible and not put too much burden on my brain.
Xu You also knew that compared to those seemingly terrible valgus injuries, this was the most important recovery stage for me. If I couldn't get over this hurdle, I would probably have a hard time returning to normal life. After chatting for a while, he stood up and said goodbye, saying that he was going to see other people.
When he arrived at the door of the ward, he was probably still a little worried and asked, "What's outside the window? Keep looking."
I pointed at the glass and said I was looking at a small black dot at the bottom of the building in the distance.
"Black spot?" Xu You was slightly stunned.
"I'm not sure either. It should be a sparrow or a magpie." After all, it's too far away to see clearly.
But it was just a few round things bouncing around on the ground. I was bored and couldn't watch the people, so I just watched the birds.
Moreover, these city birds are not afraid of strangers and do not avoid people. Xu You and I chatted for a few minutes and then turned back to look. I saw a few flocks of birds fluttering towards the windowsill.
I guess it's a cuckoo? It seems to be quite noisy and a bit ear-piercing.
I wondered, “Why?”
Xu You took a deep breath, looked at me, strode back and patted my forehead: "Didn't you say you could recognize it clearly? How did I check you these two days?"
I didn't respond, but I felt a little more surprised.
Look at the outline, look at the body shape and posture, and look at the movement pattern. These are the three tricks. Although it is not possible to "read pictures" as intuitively as before, as long as common sense is still there, the judgment criteria will never change.
Xu You's expression became much more serious.
Yes, it’s very interesting. I can’t distinguish the differences between people’s facial features, but I can still identify the direction of the muscles on a certain part of the face and read the emotional changes on it.
The doctor also told me that face blindness means either one cannot see faces clearly or one cannot remember and identify faces correctly, and one can only use a certain feature to forcibly remember the keywords one has set.
I belong to the latter, so every time I see someone now, I have to spend some time looking for some detailed features that I remember, and then I have to check them again to determine the identity of the person. The sense of strangeness has inevitably increased significantly.
This has made me have very high requirements for other people's facial expressions. When I see an unusual and rare expression, I will be in a trance and start to doubt who the stranger standing in front of me is.
Now I am a little anxious, and I said helplessly, "My cheap second uncle, please be careful. If you frown, you will suddenly turn into an alien in front of me, which is very scary."
Before I could finish my words, I was knocked. Xu Youwei angrily said, "Don't joke with him." Seeing that I didn't look fake, he almost felt bitter. He walked to the window sill without saying a word and smashed it with his fist.
"Duk!"
A loud knocking sound came back.
"Where did the window come from? Your medical records say you almost jumped through the window, so it was sealed shut long ago." As he spoke, his expression became even more complicated and unpredictable. "What did you see? Is it related to your dream?"
So, they were not birds, but rather small, round things, and they grew a little bigger, or got closer to me, as I looked away.
I suddenly felt a chill, stood up, and tried to touch the window.
“Mold?” I found an explanation that could comfort myself and guessed, “Maybe the wall is old and some water has seeped through, and a palm-sized round mold has grown.”
But when my fingers were about to reach one of the balls that seemed to be still enlarging, Xu You grabbed my arm tightly.
He said almost sternly, "There's a guy standing right here, right in front of the window. Can't you see him? If you get any closer, I'll gouge out his eyes."
I paused for a moment, feeling somewhat at a loss, and looked at him, then at the "window" over there.
There are two round objects on top that seem to no longer scale.
But what is the remaining circle?
I thought it had gotten better, but now I can't seem to tell the difference at all, and even some wrong cognition has begun to reinforce itself.
Am I completely crazy?
After a while, this strange stalemate ended. I saw Xu You sighing deeply, stretching out his arm to hold me down, allowing me to sit back on the bed and rest.
"This is not the aftereffect of moving the mouse." He said, "Master, the only difference between you and the others is that you came into contact with that rattan box. How much of an impact did it have on you?"
I was stunned for a moment, and felt my expression suddenly twisted violently, which was very painful.
"Let's not talk about the windowsill and the dream for now." I said slowly, breaking out in a cold sweat, "How many people are there in the room?"
Why did Xu You call me Young Master? Why did he keep changing the way he addressed me? Was he the only one who called me these three different names?
How many people were there at the same time talking to me?
Is he lying to me? Is this person Xu You?
The person in front of me was a little confused, and I began to glare at him. My restless emotions kept surging, and I grabbed the fruit knife hidden in the quilt.
There's something wrong with him, there's something wrong with them, a voice kept saying in my head, he wants to hurt me, I'd better strike first!
"--two."
The window sill suddenly spoke. It was a voice I had never heard before, but the person was very careful, standing still without any movement, and just said:
“There are currently two people in the room.
Consultant, when you woke up for the first time, it was the team leader and I who came to visit you, but at that time you seemed to think of me as part of the team leader.
I was the one who greeted you first, do you remember?"
I have to admit that there is nothing wrong with the logic in this passage.
Compared to the idea that there was some unknown thing approaching me, deceiving me, and trying to hurt me in Zhang's Hospital, this explanation seemed more reasonable.
Seeing that I did not bounce back or make any excited movements, the "window sill" remained motionless, keeping a safe distance from me.
From one of the circles, the voice calmly and patiently said as slowly as possible, "You actually know me."
I was stunned for a moment.
"Do you remember? When the team leader was escorting you, he made a phone call and asked someone to check for omissions and make up for the gaps in your resume for your disguised identity."
The man said that he was the person on the other end of the phone who was in charge of this matter, so he had been out and about and had not had time to return to the team. It was also him who treated my injuries when I was attacked by a ghost for the first time at the post.
Not only that, later Xu You gave me a black-covered notebook, which imitated my handwriting and recorded a lot of detailed information about the pit. When I read it at that time, I was impressed that his handwriting was actually quite beautiful and exquisite, far better than my dog-crawling handwriting.
All in all, we have actually had some interactions with each other for a long time due to chance, but unfortunately we have never had the chance to meet.
I listened to his elegant and unhurried speech, and my tense nerves relaxed a little. Recalling it, it seemed that all these things had really happened and they matched.
So, is it really still a problem of my cognitive breakdown?
I nodded in confusion, pulled a pillow to lean on, and slowly said sorry, admitting that I was too excited.
However, I still held the fruit knife in my bed without relaxing at all.
Because in all the perfect and reasonable logic, the answer always points to that I am crazy.
This was all going so smoothly. I went over all the details of my transfer and recovery in my mind and looked back at the situation in front of me.
I felt like something was wrong, as if there was a very malicious scam and trap waiting for me to fall into.
"…So, what's my name?" I suddenly asked.
"Window Sill" was stunned for a moment.
"Not Young Master, not Consultant, not Xiao Ran, the nickname that Master's Wife gave me." I said, sweat forming on my palms, and my tone calmed down. "Since I am the Young Master of the Zhang Family, then what is my surname? Since this identity exists, there must be a name."
The other party stopped talking.
In the sudden silence, the three of us stopped moving. "Xu You" moved a little and looked at the "window sill", as if using his eyes to signal, asking what to do.
Those circles also moved slightly. I didn't blink, but felt a drop of sweat rolling into my eyes. A sour feeling made my eyelids start to twitch.
In the blink of an eye, the circles seemed to lose their patience and anxiously called out to me again:
"consultant……"
I looked at these unidentifiable round objects and thought it was strange, but he seemed to be a person, not a deformed monster. But after I exposed him, he was suspicious and couldn't explain himself.
What exactly is the problem?
"Why don't we talk about your dream and the box first." He seemed to be silent for a moment, and then showed a hint of urgency and enthusiasm.
This was not a tone of negotiation, but more like some sinister threat.
"We don't have much time left, and we'll be found soon. So, if I lose my patience, perhaps destroying you directly would be the safest option.
Do you understand, young master? There is no family secret in this world that is worth keeping at all costs for a promising rising star like you. "
"..." I looked up at him and suddenly smiled. "Did you call me Master just now?"
The man paused, held his breath with some dissatisfaction, and asked me what I was going to do. I knew what he meant, he wanted me to stop taking Joe.
"Sure. I'll tell you about the dream and the rattan box. I swear on the Zhang family's blood."
I said, pointing to the unknown circles that were twitching and growing: "But please tell me what these expanding black spots are. I can't tell, and it's really hard for me."
The face on the other side suddenly changed.
"What exactly is the black spot?"
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