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Cyril didn't know how long she could bear it.

The lack of sound in the five senses and the darkness and silence of the whole world is already a huge oppression. He doesn't like things that are out of control, and the current situation is even more unbearable for him.No matter how high the psychological quality is, if the mental threshold stays on the premise of being on the verge of collapse for so long, it is impossible to maintain absolute sanity.

Cyril has never been a person who can express real emotions in terms of descriptions, and now even he can't hide his anxiety and irritability, which shows that the pain is deep.Negative emotions are too heavy, he understands medical principles, and he knows very well that if the following situation cannot be improved, he will be forced to have psychological problems - hallucinations due to panic, lack of attention, slow thinking, and close in front of his eyes.

This dark and silent world needs the stimulation of new things, otherwise he will drive himself crazy.

Obviously, the person beside him also understood this fact.

So Cyril is now taken outdoors.

He smelled the sea air.The sea breeze is very weak, but it is so clear that even if it is only mixed with blood that is so weak that it is almost negligible, it will appear extremely vivid.It seems that there is an indescribable feeling, but it is not very familiar. The brain can't trace the shape at all, maybe because the consciousness has been impaired for too long, what should be clear is blurred, and what should be blurred is too clear.

But I think this is a vast and rich sea area.The feeling of the sun shining on his body was warm and moist. When he walked slowly down the steps, he felt a little burnt by the light on his hands, and then he was blocked by the shade again. The big black umbrella should have blocked him from talking with him. sun exposure.

He wanted to get more exposure to the sun, so he stopped, raised his head slightly and paused for a while, but the person holding the umbrella seemed to think he was doing it right, so the umbrella was still firmly covering his head.

So Cyril lowered her head, walked the rest of the steps quietly, and stepped on the outdoor ground with both feet.

He walked slowly, every step seemed to be carefully considered, in fact he didn't know where he was going.Of course he was a little curious, but more of boredom, a little relaxed, but tiredness was always with him. The dreams and wandering thoughts from the previous period of turmoil all ebbed and returned to his mind, oppressing his haggard nerves every moment.

The mother's beautiful face mixed with the white castle's boundless Ou Shinan was tearing up his brain, and Anna's last sad and pitiful smile was mixed with Aurora's eyes, looming in the dark mind. He had never been so close to the truth. But he couldn't see, he couldn't hear, and none of his people stood behind him, so he didn't know whether to keep silent, or desperately seek answers to everything - and this equated to several points of increased pressure .

A hand was clasped on the right wrist at all times.gloved hand.

This man seemed to never take off his gloves at any time. He probably knew that if he held Cyril's hand, he would definitely offend him, so he grabbed his wrist from the beginning.

He didn't try to control Cyril's direction at all.The courtyard is huge, and Cyril walked very slowly, and he didn't even have a chance to remind him when he reached a fork in the road.

Cyril walked in a daze.Smell a floral fragrance, but can't tell what plant the fragrance comes from.

He was lifeless and looked more like a pale and indifferent sculpture when he stopped.The brain is in chaos, the ability to distinguish the environment naturally declines, and I don't feel that I am being stared at intently.

All of Leander's gazes were hard to leave him.

As if possessed by a demon, he couldn't bear to look away for a second.

This is an extremely proud person, even if nothing can be seen on the outside except indifference and silence.Most of the time this person's emotions are a mystery, pride is engraved in the bones, but it will not be revealed in every gesture, and there is even a bit of noble humility, just like he rarely speaks, and when he smiles on his face, he is almost on his fingers. It can be counted, and there is a touch of warmth in the eyes when encountering something you like.

His patience is excellent, he doesn't take the initiative to speak, and he doesn't seem to have any urgent emotions, but he has the aura to control the overall situation. Even in the worst situation, he can control all emotions repressively, as if he wants to wait You come to him, and then present the answer in front of him like worshiping, and then give you a glance of attention.

Leander found it amusing.

He is familiar with everything about this person, just like he is familiar with himself, but he has never been so safely close to his treasure.

Not cold photos, not cold words, but such a vivid existence in his life, who can breathe, think, move, and make trouble... Looking at him, all the negative emotions that I thought were gone , only full of love and compassion.

This is not a good sign.

Hate and repel, but can't help approaching, cherish and cherish, but are bound by everything in the past so that they can't get close.

No matter how emphasized self-control is, it will be frightening to be completely shaken when facing a person.No one can stop him from doing what he wants to do, but there is one person who can make him dare not do anything just by frowning.

is it scary?Everything he had conceived was just conceived after all. If he hadn't been able to bring him by his side by accident, how would he have understood that the paranoia and greed hidden in his heart could be so strong.So it turned out that he didn't have any self-control at all that he had thought.

This is his rose, his life, the treasure that has been snooped in his web for more than 20 years.

"Cyril." She called his name with a low smile.

With a voice as soft and quiet as velvet, as slow as an organ in the wilderness, she smiled and said words that the other party could not hear: "My... devil."

This is probably a small island, and the atmosphere of the ocean will be stronger at dusk.

The fishy smell of the sea in the wind was extremely light, so clear that it could be said to be too much.The map in Cyril's mind walked along the coast of the equator, and finally stopped hesitantly.Is it... the Mediterranean?

The garden was huge, but there were no flowers of all kinds, not even the roses he had thought.Most of them were evergreen plants, and he could smell the clean soil and the fragrance of the plants.The environment should be extremely beautiful, but Cyril couldn't appreciate the beauty at all, her spirit was too oppressed, and she tried hard to maintain her composure—but in another emotional breakdown, she was held back by her hands and body house.

The brain was buzzing, as if it would be swelled to the extreme and then exploded completely. The distracted attention could not be pulled back at all, and he could not think. The muscles all over his body were sore like needles after excessive exercise. He lay After struggling there for a long time, my body couldn't control the convulsions at all.

Cyril was held tightly in an embrace, and his hands were tightly grasped to prevent him from self-harming tendencies.There was warm breathing in his ear, as if a voice was constantly talking, but he couldn't hear a single word.He only felt the pain that was gradually going into numbness, and the trembling that made the bones vibrate, and even the teeth were chattering.

There was no expression on Leander's face, but it was this silence that made people even more frightened to watch.The female doctor in a white coat almost scrambled in, measured, checked, and before the boss could speak, she slumped.

"How many times?" She took a deep breath, "This situation?"

"I don't know." It's not that I don't care, but the other party is covering it up really well. "It's probably the third...fourth time?"

In the past few times, I could only vaguely notice that this person is extremely well controlled, no matter how great the pain is, he just frowns lightly, and in addition, he has been too quiet these past few days, his whole body is as lifeless as a sculpture, without expression or movement , if it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't control his consciousness this time, it wouldn't be obvious that he had an emotional breakdown.

The female doctor paused: "The situation is not very optimistic... The patient's self-awareness is too intense... In this case, the more you suppress, the more counterproductive it will be... Use a tranquilizer."

Seeing the boss frowned suddenly, she knew the answer, and sighed: "This is a psychological problem."

After the doctor left for a while, Cyril slowly regained her composure.Leander wrenched his hand and kept writing "it'll be fine", but all the consciousness of the person in his arms froze in the mud, unable to recognize what he wanted to express.When he saw that the situation was getting better, he thought about it and changed the words to write "Baby, you will be fine".

Then finally there was a moment when Cyril jumped up and slapped him across the face.

Liandel grabbed his hand as if nothing had happened, his body was already out of strength, the strength was as weak as a cat scratching.Spread out his hand again and write "Don't be afraid".

Cyril closed her eyes as silently as a corpse.

"It's better to vent properly than to control emotions." Leander wrote the doctor's judgment on his body word by word on the palm of his hand, and finally wrote, "Don't be afraid, you will recover."

No matter how proud a person is, he will not take the initiative to show even the greatest pain, but whether it is the current situation of being a disabled person or the situation of falling in a strange place, it is a huge weight that suppresses his nerves.There was nothing Liandel could do about it, it was impossible for him to let him leave at this time.

Cyril ignored him.

Leander was silent for a moment, and wrote the name "Sheila".

Cyril's eyes widened suddenly, even the expressionless eyes showed endless indifference and rejection.

The palm that was spread by him turned around and firmly grasped his wrist. Seeing that he finally moved, Leander touched his head reassuringly, hugged him, and told him to sit against the head of the bed.

Cyril clenched his fists tightly in his palms, raised his head, and didn't care whether he was facing the other party's direction, and mouthed a sentence "Who are you?" in Italian.

The other party really can understand.The fisted fingers were broken one by one, and words were written stroke by stroke on the stiff palm: "What do you want to know?"

Cyril didn't know what was the reason for asking the other party to compromise, but he couldn't control his emotions at all now - all his nerves were in an extremely suppressed situation, and he had just experienced a release, and any emotion Fluctuations can bring about loss of control—holding the opponent's hand tightly, trying to find reason, but the body began to tremble involuntarily.

"Who are you?" He raised his head with difficulty, mouthing slowly and firmly, his pale face was almost cruel.

A hand stroked his face lightly, but he couldn't feel the other's body temperature or anything else, only the leather of the glove was smooth and frictional.

"Who are you?" Cyril asked stubbornly.

At this time, he couldn't imagine all the things he had worried about, the superior existence in England, the accident that destroyed his entire family, and even less Aurora and the order of the world. He only thought about this ubiquitous Who is the shadow!Who the hell is he!

The palm was opened, and the word "sorry" was written on it.

Xi Ruier slammed this hand away, and he leaned back to the head of the bed almost as if fleeing, trying to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead with trembling hands.In the short few seconds of waiting for the answer, he seemed to have experienced a strenuous exercise, so nervous that he sweated a lot, making his whole body drenched as if he had just been fished out of the water.

His hands were twitching convulsively, his lips were trembling, and the panic in the dark and silent world caused some hallucinations in his mind.He grabbed his hair tightly, hoping to wake himself up through the pain.

Leander wanted to stop him, but he was afraid of irritating him even more. He wondered if he really needed to use tranquilizers... Then he noticed that Cyril's lips seemed to be muttering something, and identified it according to the shape of his mouth. , that's "Mom", English... There is no sense of temptation at the moment, and it is his mother tongue that is murmured unconsciously.

Leander didn't know how to react, it took a long time to grab Cyril's hand, spread it out, and wrote "she is a very good person".

Cyril stared at him, but even if he opened his eyes wide, he couldn't see the other person's appearance. He shook off the other person's hand again, desperately pressing his temple, trying to control his emotions, but tears flowed from his eyes. Falling down, his head seemed to be blown open, and the thin layer of reason that blocked the madness collapsed again.

The doctor rushed in again, this time without being prevented from administering the sedative.

"You... really can't stimulate him anymore." The female doctor obviously wanted to get angry, but she didn't have the courage, so she could only say slowly in a suppressed tone, "You have read the psychological test report, I believe you have a good understanding of the patient's condition." It should be understood very clearly, so... don't do things that will increase his psychological burden!"

The tall man in a black suit stood silently beside the bed, without even casting a glance at her.

The female doctor took a deep breath and endured it.

He picked up a pen and wrote on the writing board: "The intracranial hematoma appears to be subsiding, but the recovery date is really unpredictable. According to the patient's current condition... I suggest psychological crisis intervention. Do I need to call Thurrow back? "

The doctor went out with her assistant, and the room returned to deathly silence.

After a long time, Leander stretched out his hand and gently pushed back the messy hair covering Cyril's cheek.The man who fell asleep with the help of sedatives looked peaceful, but his face was still terribly pale, because the mental haggardness made him look even a little thin.

Of course he knew why Cyril was so out of order when he wrote about Sheila.He even wrote such a name on purpose - this is the nickname that Alma's wife called Cyril when he was young - and he hides in the dark like a mouse, quietly Peeping at everything about him.

It was like this at the beginning, and after the Duke and Duchess of Silver Moon died at a height of [-] feet, it was still the only way.

He almost paranoidly and greedily wanted to intervene in his life, wanted him to have emotions for himself, even if it was loathing and hatred, wanted him to be able to look at himself, and know that there was such an existence as himself... Unfortunately, it was only a delusion.

He is still that cowardly and poor mouse.

The author has something to say: 9.6

Just let me... die... ok... peacefully...