Schizophrenia

"Oh, my child!" Dr. Hugo looked at the boy lying on the ground with large characters through the iron railing, "Are you interested in seeing this?" The questioning words were spoken in affirmative sentences, The document was placed on the ground through the railing, and then condescendingly watched the prostrate teenager pick up the document.

"Tell me now," Dr. Hugo watched as the young man finished reading six or seven pages of paper full of text in a second in a way of reading a picture album, and then knelt down and held out a pen, "Do you like him?" ?”

"I don't like it, doctor." The boy looked up at Hugo, his black pupils were big and dull, which made the boy look a little scary, "I don't like it, doctor." He repeated it again, and the boy raised his hand and pulled his neck a little annoyed on the black collar, "Don't like it, Doctor." A third time.

"I don't like it." Dr. Hugo sighed, put the pen next to the boy's head, and then covered the boy's mouth with his hand.Immediately afterwards, he turned his head and nodded towards the single-sided glass not far away, felt the violent struggle under his hand, heard the painful cry in his ear, and withdrew his hand.

"Tell me, do you like him? My child?" Gently looked at the pale and sweaty boy behind the railing.

"I love him, doctor." The boy shivered and said respectfully, "I love him."

"Then, let him return to your arms, okay?" Dr. Hugo laughed, then wiped off the cold sweat from the boy's forehead, then stood up and raised his hand to open the lock near the ceiling.The vertical iron door opened in response, Dr. Hugo watched the boy tremble, and said softly, "You know what to do."

"Yes, doctor, I know." The teenager propped up his arms vigorously, dragging his body.Behind him, two slender legs dragged unnaturally, following the boy's crawling movement, rubbing against the ground like tails.

"Good children will always be rewarded!" Dr. Hugo smiled, regardless of the boy's smile trembling again, raised his hand to lift the boy up and put him on a chair beside him.Noticing the momentary attachment and joy shown by the boy, Dr. Hugo raised his hand and pressed on the boy's head: "Now, your master orders you to deal with him."

"Yes, master." The boy's eyes were bent, and he raised his hand carefully to hold the corner of Dr. Hugo's clothes.Seeing that the other party had no intention of objecting, he carefully adjusted his sitting posture, looked up at Dr. Hugo's face and said respectfully, "As long as it is what you want, master."

Dr. Hugo's answer was just to pat the young man's hand, and then turned himself so that the young man faced the protruding small board.There is only a piece of white paper and a pen on the A4-sized board.In this small room of less than five square meters, half of it was drawn out by the railing, and there was nothing in that small space.The door of the prison faces a single-sided glass. On one side of the glass is the door into the room, and on the other side there is only a chair and a small board opposite the door.

"Is it really okay for you to be like this?" In the headset, the voice of the assistant was a little impatient, "Is it interesting to play this game of rebellion, punishment, and obedience with him every time? Why don't you just let him serve you, anyway, he Now that he has started to be attached to you, you won't refuse him even if you let him die."

Dr. Hugo didn't reply, but just raised his hand and stroked the hair of the boy who was facing away from him.The boy's hair had grown to the shoulders, and the strands shone brightly under the white light.But Dr. Hugo didn't seem to feel it, just like touching fine silk, gently and at a constant speed.

"Written?" Seeing the boy turn his head, Dr. Hugo raised his hand and took out the paper from the boy's hand.The crooked handwriting could not conceal the reality of the fallen life behind this piece of paper. Dr. Hugo glanced at it, folded the paper into his pocket, and knocked on the glass.

The boy opened his mouth, but then he shivered as if thinking of something, and didn't make another sound.He just lowered his head and covered his face with his hair, and let the man in the protective suit walk in, cover his eyes with black goggles, put on handcuffs and drag him out of the room.

"You don't understand, Peabody." Dr. Hugo looked at the small and empty room. "He's too dangerous."

"I thought you had him under control!" The voice didn't come from the earphones this time, a black lady stood at the door at some point, "It's been more than a year, you tamed a leopard, what's wrong Are you satisfied?"

"You don't understand, Peabody!" said Dr. Hugo again. "He's too dangerous."

"I don't think he is dangerous at all. He has already suffered from Stockholm Syndrome, and you have implanted such thoughts in his mind. Isn't it enough to control him?" The assistant felt that Dr. Hugo was really inexplicable , "He's getting sicker and sicker now."

"He's too dangerous." Dr. Hugo's tone was more like a statement, "Last week's physical examination, his legs recovered."

"Isn't it normal? His leg was broken several times, and his self-healing ability is naturally improving."

"But his recovery speed is three times that of ordinary people." Dr. Hugo squatted down and picked up the pen that was thrown on the ground before, "His brain is also continuing to develop itself. He didn't pay attention to the pen I gave him just now It doesn't fit his symptoms, and he's recovering."

"What?" The black woman looked shocked. "A year later? After he's been isolated for a year?"

"Yes, Peabody." Dr. Hugo stood up with an excited smile on his face, "Our NO.13 experimental subject is simply perfect. He is healing himself, both psychologically and physically. Healing himself. I wanted to know why, what made him heal himself."

"Is it because of the development of his brain?" The assistant suddenly thought of something, "After all, he is the only one who has reached 50.00% and is still gradually increasing." Thinking of the other crazy experimental subjects, the assistant suddenly felt a little cruel, "Go up The record for this time is 50.00% seven."

"So, he's too dangerous." For the fourth time, Dr. Hugo put away his pen, and glanced back at the small room, "I think, I need to find a new place for our experimental subject. It's even more depressing. It just so happens that we just got the funding, maybe Lab No. [-] is good." Shaking the paper in his hand.

"This is the last opponent." The assistant glanced at Dr. Hugo, "Congratulations."

"So in order to reward the hero, let him move tonight." He came to the door, Dr. Hugo laughed, "The dose of medicine injected to him also needs to be increased, if his hippocampus heals faster, it will be bad .”

"But the current dose is already very dangerous." The assistant heard the howling at the end of the corridor, "What if you increase the dose and make his heart stop?"

"Then throw it away." Dr. Hugo's attitude was very indifferent, "Anyway, I have already got what I want, 60.00% development level, that's all." Shaking the paper in his hand, "I still have I thought there would be some imagination that science can't explain, but there was nothing."

The assistant turned his head and glanced at the window with "One" written on his side. In the room, there was a small black box casting light, staying quietly in the empty room.Under the transmitted light, the metal in the box glowed ominously.

{Don't trust anyone...}Voice echoes across the room, {Give me a little more time...}

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Brain development settings, see Scarlett's "Super Body"