fear game

"They call you 'red eye'?" Lance sat in front of the patient surnamed Xie, his sharp eyes moved from the case file in his hand to the patient's face.This patient is about 40 years old, is also Chinese, and has been suffering from mental paranoia for several months.It was rare for him to have an occasional improvement in his mental state today, and Lance felt that this was a precious opportunity to establish communication.

The patient's right hand was clenched into an empty fist, as if holding a jar, and he kept raising it in front of him and shaking it, as if shaking some invisible dice.

Lance was patient: "Are you rolling dice? Are you good at it?"

Still no response.

"I also like playing games very much. I often play chess with myself. How about we play dice together and compare the size, okay?"

The other party finally reacted, the shaking hand stopped suddenly, and his confused eyes moved to Lance's face: "You can also see... this dice?"

Seeing hope, Lance hurriedly said, "Yes, of course. Is there anyone who can't see it?"

The patient, nicknamed "Red Eye", looked around furtively and said, "Shhh, keep your voice down, don't let them hear it, they can't see it, if you let them know you can see it too, be careful they can't see it too." Lock you up and call you crazy."

Lance smiled: "It's okay, I'm not afraid of them. Quick, open it and let me see what time it is?"

The red-eyed figure finally found a bosom friend: "You haven't bet yet, tell me first, are you betting big or small?"

"If I win, can you play another game with me?"

Red Eye thought for a while, "Okay, but let me tell you, no one has ever beaten me at dice. Do you know why they call me 'Red Eye'? Because I can..." He paused, pretending Mysteriously said: "Look, see, inside, face."

Lance was happy in his heart, of course you can see inside, because there is no obstruction at all.But he pretended to be embarrassed on the surface: "Then you are really good, I won't play with you anymore."

When Hongyan saw that he had finally waited for someone who knew him well, he stopped playing with him, and immediately said: "It's okay, I'll let you play this game, I close my eyes, and I won't watch."

"Okay," Lance pretended to make up his mind, "I'll bet big."

Red Eye shook his right hand again for a while, and suddenly made a movement of opening a can, then he glanced at the air and said, "Little, you lost."

"It doesn't count," Lance pretended to pinch a dice out of the air and put it aside, "Look, if one dice overlaps the other one, it can't be counted. If you insist on counting, three plus I got up past 11, so I won."

Red Eyes frowned, apparently thinking about Lance's words.The advantage of communicating with mental patients is that sometimes they may not listen to you when you communicate seriously with them, but if you talk nonsense like them, they may think about your logic carefully.

"Okay, this game is barely a draw. You are very good. I almost lost. Tell me, what did you want me to play with you just now?"

Binggo~ Looks like he's hitting the bull's eye with his gibberish.Lance squeezed his thumb and index finger, as if holding a mask, and put the non-existent "it" on his face.

"Let's play 'guess who I am'. Now, I put on a mask, and every time I change it, you tell me who I'm playing."

Red eyes looked at Lance's fair face, and seemed to be sizing it up carefully: "Your mask is so delicate, I can't see it."

"Don't worry, think slowly... Let me remind you that my current face is an old acquaintance of yours."

"You..." Hongyan opened her eyes wide and looked left and right.Suddenly, he shouted loudly, "You are a spy sent by the old ghost! You are here to harm me!"

Lance hurriedly took off the mask and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm not, look, I took it off, take a closer look, I am me, not a spy."

Red Eye's mood calmed down, he sat down slowly, looked carefully for a while, and finally said in relief: "Oh, the mask just now is so similar, I thought it was the dog he planted beside me."

"Don't worry, I don't know the 'old ghost' you mentioned, who is he?" Lance seized every possible opportunity to ask.

"He...he is a devil, he...he digs out people's intestines, so..." Red Eye made a circle around his neck, "Strangle people to death with their intestines!"

He spoke so vividly, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.According to Lance's professional judgment, this should be the main psychological source of the patient's illness, which comes from a certain terrible past in his memory.

"Okay, then let's change it now." Lance changed a mask that didn't exist, comparing it to the one just now.

"You're a spy!" This time, Red Eye didn't look carefully, and shouted directly to rush over and strangle him to death.

Lance quickly "removed the mask" again: "No, no, you can see clearly, I'm just wearing a mask, I'm not him."

Red Eye stopped, seemed to be confused, and frowned blankly.

"Red eyes," Lance began to work towards the ultimate goal of his treatment, "so you see, you thought everyone was a spy sent by him, but in fact, maybe you were wrong, they just wore It's just a mask, and the face under the mask is actually kind, just like me."

Red eyes stared at him intently, as if trying to figure out what he meant.

"Have you seen that 'old ghost'?" Lance asked again.

"Nonsense! I don't know how much I have been tortured by him since I was a child, even if he turns into ashes, I will know him!" Red Eye said excitedly.

That's right, Lance thought to himself.It seems that this is the cause of his illness.

"So have you seen him lately?"

When Hongyan heard this, fear appeared in his eyes, he put his hands around himself, and shivered.

Lance knew it was tacit consent: "Then the last time you saw him, what did he look like?"

Red Eye held her head, as if she didn't want to recall.

"You said you were tortured by him 'from childhood', and you are in your 40s, so he must be in his 70s or [-]s." Lance leaned into Red Eye's ear and asked, "If you think about it carefully, you The last time I saw him, did he look like an old man in his [-]s or [-]s?"

Hearing this, Hongyan suddenly raised his head as if he had seen a glimmer of hope: "He looks like the one I saw when I was a child... not much different."

"That's it. Tell me, what you see is just another person wearing his mask?"