The Collection of The End

"I'm very sorry, doctor, I can hardly remember the relevant details. It was too confusing at the time-I am not saying that the'phantom' I saw was confusing, but my head was very confusing at the time, and I could only remember some people I knew. And people with more distinctive characteristics..."

Alex was lying on the psychiatrist's bed, wearing a blindfold on his face, clasping his hands in front of his chest, muttering slightly nervously.

"Don't be nervous, child, memory is very important. It can make the moment eternal, but forgetting is not a bad thing. It will keep people mentally healthy." His psychiatrist sat on the sofa in front of the bed, gently and The loving voice said: "The question now is, do you want to restore those memories that are likely to bring you pain?"

Jin Jing held the projection machine and scanned the treatment room of the psychologist, but found no traces of "Reaper" or his hands or feet, so she turned her head to look at George and asked him with her eyes whether he should leave now.

George shook his head at Jin Jing, then gestured to the row sofa far away from the pair of doctors and patients, and walked over and sat down as quietly as possible.

Um... that's right, if the **** of death finds that his "hunting list" is about to be dug up, he might rush all the way and put Alex to death regardless of the order.

Jin Jing looked at the sofa where many people might have been sitting on. Instead of approaching, she gently leaned against the wall with elegant wallpaper.

His name is "Hannibal Lecter", and his appearance has obvious Aryan ancestry. He has gray hair and blue eyes, has a gentle temperament, and has an elegant conversation. He is dressed in an elegant gray suit and his hands seem to be at the top of the reception. Holding a voice recorder like a goblet.

Hannibal is a psychiatrist specially invited by the FBI to restore Alex’s memory. He is also an expert in psychiatry, psychology, and criminology. He has Ph.D. titles in several related disciplines. He is also a visiting guest at Johns Hopkins University. Professor, George calls him "Doctor Lecter".

This is also rare. The Lord God did not give a name for the translation. Well, it cannot be said that there is no translation. At that time, a stiff "Knife Tower" was directly transliterated, which can be said to be quite outrageous.

"Yes, I, I want to restore those memories, I want to avoid those tragedies..." As if affected by Hannibal's tone, Alex's voice also became quieter.

"No, child, death is not a human tragedy, it is waste," Hannibal said in a steady voice: "When a person dies by accident rather than by old age, those contributions that may be made to human society until he dies. All will be vanished. I have no intention of measuring human beings by value, but if I were to choose from a healthy young man and a dying old man, I would probably choose the young man who still has infinite possibilities."

This psychiatrist seems very suitable to be a switchman...

On the Internet of modern society, Jin Jing has often been pitted by the "tram car problem". She has now decided not to try to solve similar problems, but to directly solve the people who raised such problems.

"It's hard to imagine... we obviously escaped from the flight explosion..." Alex's voice became a little vague: "Isn't this God's blessing? Why do we often encounter accidents that try to kill us in the future? ?"

"God is very strong, even too strong," Hannibal said slowly: "Three days ago, a bridge in Texas collapsed. Thirty-four people sat in a bus on the bridge. The clergy, and they were the first to die. Will God please or regret this? No, God doesn’t care.”

Synchronized with flight 180?

Jin Jing didn't have time to pay attention to Hannibal's evaluation of God, and turned to look at George: Did you accept what you said about "Reaper" because of a similar accident? Isn't it all the result of parental pressure?

George raised his eyes and glanced at Jin Jing, then nodded slowly.

Either he guessed what he was asking, or he just nodded his head...

"Yeah... God doesn't care..." Alex said as if he was about to cry: "We will die, we will all die..."

No, how do you guide the Knife Tower in the opposite direction? When he turned back, he was desperate and refused to remember what to do?

"God doesn’t care, so it’s not that God wants you to die. So many successful escapes so far have proved that the'something' that wants to kill you is not strong enough. Otherwise, you won’t be able to come to me. ," Hannibal seemed to completely ignore the change in Alex’s tone, and continued: "Nietzsche said,'Anything that can't kill me will make me stronger.' And now, any suffering you encounter will Become your power in the future, the power that can'revenge' something that wants you to die at this moment."

What he said turned out to be very reasonable... However, Alex probably couldn't achieve it, and only himself could achieve this in the presence.

Jin Jing glanced at the half-completed "side task", and then thought about the look of the monster in the yellow suit-even if he is a god, he is also a fake god.

"I...want to take revenge on him..." Alex's vague voice became firm, and he put on hatred.

"Alex, why do you want revenge?" Hannibal asked instead.

"Why...?" Alex was lost in confusion.

Didn’t you just teach him that he should get revenge? ! Jin Jing almost couldn't help but spit out this slot.

"Vengeance is because of hate, and hate is because of love," Hannibal said gently, "You love your classmates."

"I love my classmates..." Alex repeated blankly.

"We should love. Only love can let us discover the potential of our beloved, and only love can let the beloved discover our potential." Hannibal continued.

"I found... Lover..." Alex was almost asleep.

"You are on the 180th flight, surrounded by your lovers, but some are illuminated by the light, and some are hidden in the shadows," Hannibal also lowered his voice: "They always hide in the shadows, now, Use your love to lighten those shadows."

"Illuminated... the shadows..." Alex's voice buzzed like a mosquito.

"Now, your lovers are gradually disappearing, tell me the order in which they disappeared." Hannibal said softly.

"Hannah...Andy...Angelina...Avril...Potter..."

Alex began to read the names of his classmates one by one like a badly worn tape, and the order, at least the first ones, was indeed the same as the order in which Death had attacked.

Hannibal put the recorder by the bed and turned his head to give George a "hush" gesture.

Is he a psychologist or a hypnotist? No wonder George resolutely refused to leave.