The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1571 People Who Chase the Sun (39)

Chapter 1571 People Who Chase the Sun (39)

"Then may I take the liberty to ask, what's the matter with your broken personality?" Charles asked quite cautiously.

Schiller sighed and said: "The phenomenon of lack of control over private resources in childhood that you analyzed before does exist, but it does not exist in the orphanage, but in the laboratory of the foreign organization that took me away."

"The orphanage I work in adopts mostly children with congenital diseases, and a small number of able-bodied children, especially boys, will be adopted out soon."

Charles immediately noticed a key point in his words, raised his eyebrows and said, "Oriental countries?"

Schiller nodded, and continued: "Caring for children with birth defects takes a lot of patience and is very poorly paid, and most of the teachers who end up staying there long-term are caring."

"Except for some naughty children with bad personalities, most of the remaining children get along pretty well. Although the material conditions are not very good, they are barely passable."

"Children have very few toys, and orphanages can't afford single-use or fragile toys, so the most common type of toys there are wooden building blocks, because they are cheap enough to make by hand, but there are endless ways to play."

"At that time, there was a popular game among children, which was to build up the blocks as high as possible."

"Teachers seem to think that this kind of competition and praise for the winners can encourage them to socialize, so they often lead the children to play this kind of game, but because of the social barriers of autism, I almost never participate in it."

"But watching this game repeatedly has also had a certain impact on me. When I was immersed in my own world, I also began to copy the form of this game. I began to build a tower of building blocks in my spiritual world."

"Later, the teachers seemed to think that simply building towers was not enough to develop the children's intelligence. They began to color the blocks and told them that they represented certain things in daily life. When the teachers named them, the children built the designated blocks on top of them, so that children with intellectual disabilities could build up their understanding of daily objects as much as possible."

"After observing for a period of time, I also began to give meaning to the building blocks in my mind. For example, this block represents arithmetic, that piece of memory represents written down words, and the next block represents the method of talking to people."

"Because I have repeated it many times, it seems that these abilities I have have really become building blocks and I have built them up, gradually becoming a tower in my spiritual world."

Charles was fascinated, until Schiller stopped talking, and after a long time he reacted and said, "It's very strange, and it's the first time I've heard of such a thing."

"But the good times don't last long." Schiller pursed his lips, and for the first time Charles saw some kind of strong emotional fluctuations on his face, which might be sadness or regret.

"When the foreigner was going to take me away, I had a premonition, so I cried and refused to go with him. The teacher really had no choice but to persuade the foreigner to leave first."

"But they didn't intend to give up, and when they came for the second time, I hid. At that time, I didn't know that it was not the inspectors who came this time."

Charles frowned fiercely, as if he had already expected what would happen next.

"They found a group of people. They may have been bought by them before, or they may have developed offline after they became interested in me, but anyway, that group of people rushed into the orphanage, saying that the director of the orphanage had abducted and sold the child of one of their relatives—that is, me."

"They wanted to take me away in this way, but the teachers and the dean who had been with me day and night had already noticed that I had some kind of special ability. I was unwilling to leave, so they stopped the group of people, and a big conflict broke out between the two parties."

"In the end you were taken away?"

Schiller nodded and said: "Those foreigners gave them guns, and the teacher and dean who had been taking care of me died. I don't know what happened after that, because I was quickly taken out of the country from the border."

Schiller took a deep breath and said: "Witnessing all this caused me such a thrill that the tower I built in my spiritual world completely collapsed."

Schiller turned his eyes aside, and added: "For a long time after that, my thinking was very confused. I only remember one thing. If I had not cried, made noise, or talked as usual, and left with that foreigner, maybe all of this would not have happened."

"So I couldn't speak for a long time after arriving in the laboratory, which also caused my later Ben to also be unable to speak."

Charles was silent for a long time before saying, "...I'm sorry."

Schiller shook his head, indicating that everything was over. He sighed softly and said, "That organization shot itself in the foot. I bound all my abilities to the tower of building blocks. The tower collapsed. I didn't respond to any external stimuli. Their control methods left me with nothing but the memory of manipulating others."

"Some of my violent actions were just because I didn't have rational thinking at the time, but they felt that it was time to send me back. I could create a murderous incident with a major impact at a critical point."

Charles narrowed his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth uncontrollably, and said, "The result must be tragic, right?"

Schiller nodded and said, "In the lab I was so tightly controlled that they didn't even notice my violent indiscriminateness."

"They wanted me to interfere with the development of a major incident. Simply put, they wanted to frame the government for wantonly massacring protesting civilians, but because I killed them, I was delayed for some time and missed the best time. The intelligence organization of that country discovered their conspiracy and also discovered me."

"At that time, my ability was not controlled, and the abnormality could be easily seen, so I was captured and sent to a place called the Ninth Institute."

"Another lab?"

"Almost." To Charles' surprise, Schiller nodded, and he said, "It's more like a combination of a laboratory, a nursing home, and a prison for serious offenders."

"I was subjected to very strict investigation and interrogation, but at that time my mind was not clear at all. After several rounds of investigations that did not answer the questions, they also found that my mental state was worrying."

"They tested me and determined that if I'm a lunatic, I'm afraid I'll have to spend my whole life here, because if I let it out, it's very likely to cause mass casualties."

"Originally, the matter ended here, but it happened that the organization that captured me was caught and uprooted because of this incident. The officials of that country finally discovered that the other party used psychology as a weapon, and the harm caused may be much greater than real weapons."

"They were not very interested in my personal abilities, because they were not very interested in individual heroism, but they wanted to know how that organization controlled me, so they sent a group of psychologists at the time to study me."

"But because the tower of building blocks that represented all my sanity completely collapsed, I couldn't answer even a single question. After a year-long tug-of-war with me, the vast majority of experts came to a conclusion-I should be completely crazy."

Schiller tilted his head to one side and said: "Originally, this research project has been dragging on without any results, but then a case similar to mine really caused serious consequences. They finally realized that they couldn't delay any longer, so they hired a professional psychiatrist—a really good doctor."

"He didn't come here for research, but for treatment." Schiller rubbed the corner of his mouth with his fingers and said, "He thinks that I should first find out the reason for my madness and find a way to cure this madness, and then it is possible to achieve results."

"Should he not be approved by many people?" Charles asked.

Schiller nodded and said, "Psychology started relatively late in that country, and most of the experts at that time were more inclined to the pathology of mental illness than psychology, let alone pedagogy."

"They couldn't find any problems in the pathology, so they thought it was hopeless. Although they didn't completely deny it, most of them were pessimistic. Only the doctor insisted."

"Under his perseverance, I was the first to be diagnosed with autism. After a period of treatment for autism, I found that the treatment effect was not obvious, because the doctor thought there might be other reasons."

"After more than a few conversations I can't remember, he finally got some clues out of some of my crazy words, and he started working on the blocks."

"Later, after a long period of groping, he finally realized the root cause of my broken mind. At that time, everyone thought it was a fantasy. They thought that this doctor might be crazy with me."

"It can't be completely blamed on them." Charles said while lowering his head while writing, "Even in my opinion, this is indeed absurd. If I encounter this kind of case for the first time, I am not even sure whether my mutant ability can find out the clues. It seems that the doctor is much better than me."

"He's just more patient...he's the most patient person I've ever met." For some reason, Schiller gritted his teeth in the last half of his sentence.

"However, he is indeed a genius in psychology. He began to guide me step by step to rebuild my tower."

"It's been a long time, and my mind has basically come to my senses. Although the new tower has many ugly stitching seams, it is still usable, but at this time, my project is not very important."

"The Ninth Institute has become a dispensable research institution. The dean is here to provide for the elderly, and the employees are here to dawdle. Most people don't know my life experience, and they only think that I am a recovering mental patient."

"The vast majority of people sympathized with me, thinking that it was good enough for me to be able to take care of myself, and the dean's wish was only that I could use my high-functioning intelligence to get into a university. Only the doctor still did not give up and made me a normal person."

"Actually, after the reconstruction of the tower and the reassignment of my personality, I have become infinitely close to an ordinary person." Schiller shook his head and said, "It's just that his requirements are too high, and I tortured each other with him for more than a year before entrusting the dean's relationship to take the college entrance examination, and completely left the institute."

Hearing this, Charles finally smiled, as if he was relieved, but Schiller folded his arms and said, "This sounds like an inspirational story about working hard, right? But in fact, I didn't study hard at all after I went to college, but that's a story."

"Now I'm sure, he's a much better doctor than me." Charles looked up into Schiller's eyes, and said, "The greatest thing about it is that he dares not to give up on the patient that I would have given up after listening to.

After a moment of silence, Schiller said: "Every Schiller is chasing in his footsteps, and so is arrogance."

After finishing speaking, Schiller raised his eyes to look at Charles' eyes again, his eyes were a little too focused.

Charles couldn't help but asked with some doubts: "Do you think I look like him? Why do you look at me with nostalgia in my eyes?"

"It might be a bit offensive to say that, but you two do have similarities and you are both good doctors."

"I'm afraid it's more than that?"

Schiller was silent for a long time before finally speaking: "The eyes of the two of you are too similar, especially the color."

Charles opened his eyes slightly, and asked, "Isn't he from the East?"

"No, he's a Slav, a psychologist from the former Soviet Union."

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(End of this chapter)