Memories after that are muddled.
The first time I woke up was my own ward. I seemed to see Andremon. Peter was standing behind him, with an iceberg face and a straight back.
Arnold stood next to him with folded arms, as if accusing. Suddenly a man in military uniform walked in arrogantly, who seemed to be the person in charge here. Andymond said he would take me away. The person in charge began to protest fiercely. Over and over again I heard him yelling - "You have no such right".
Andmon listened to him quietly, then reached into his coat, took out a gun, and put it against the man's chin.
He didn't say a word, but with his other hand, he took out something like a document from his pocket and slowly raised it up.
The person in charge turned pale, and his legs began to tremble.
Andemont put the gun away: "Go away."
The man quickly escaped from the ward.
Arnold pointed to me: "Alan is awake, he has a fever."
Andrew looked over at me. His face suddenly became ugly when he saw me. I was in a daze, and I only remember that he seemed to sit down beside my bed, touching my face with his cold hands, and said softly, "Is there something wrong with his medicine?"
Arnold nodded: "Someone changed his medicine, it's not as simple as estrogen—there is a medicine that really confuses the mind."
Andmon bent down and hugged me, his forehead pressed against mine for a long time, as if he could share my pain.
It took a long time before he straightened up and asked softly, "Alan, do you still remember what the man who molested you looked like?"
Arnold stopped him: "Alan is not conscious now."
I had a splitting headache and tried to think about it for a long time before I said, "I have a scar on my left cheek and a gun callus on my hand."
Andemon nodded, then bowed his head and kissed my cheek: "I have to go, Alan. I'm still on a mission."
I stretched out my hand from under the quilt and grabbed his hand stubbornly.
In the love affair a few years ago, we never had sex. At most, I kissed him like a hooligan, squeezed his waist, and held his hand when holding hands. Andymond always accommodates me, if I don't let go of my hand, he will always let me hold it.
Andrew was stunned.
He shook his head with a wry smile, took my hand up and put it on his lips and kissed it, then gently parted my clenched fingers.
"Alan, I have to go, I came back from an adventure."
The second time I woke up, it was Arnold who wrapped me in a coat and half-supported and half-carried me into the jeep. It's getting colder in November, and all he's wearing is a brick red turtleneck, and he's trying to keep me out of the wind.
A little later, I was lying in a room in General Bradley's mansion. After the outbreak of the war, the old general lived in London, and his wife followed him to take care of him. Only Young Master Joe and Arnold remained in the huge mansion.
In the early morning after the fever subsided, Arnold raised his legs and leaned on the white lounge chair to cut apples. He was in a good mood: "Little Alan, you finally woke up. You have been asleep for a week. Thank you."
After the apple was cut open, the overripe sweet aroma began to permeate the air, and he removed the core and handed it to me: "You want Andymon in front of so many people, I can't refuse. It took a lot of effort to reach him, and you have to thank me."
"Thank you." I was a little dazed: "So Andymond did come, didn't he?"
"What do you think?" He raised half an eyebrow.
"I've been having headaches and thought it was a fever hallucination."
Arnold said I passed out straight on top of him, my forehead was terribly hot. A hunger strike won't give you a fever, but certain medications can. He checked my medication records and found that I was not taking estrogen, but another banned drug, PSC, which can affect memory and cognitive function if taken for a long time. He immediately protected me, and then used internal means to contact Andemon, who was almost on the border. On the third day, Andremen rushed over and took me out of the hospital by force.
"He abused his personal power to get you a discharge permit." Arnold narrowed his eyes and looked at me: "Little Ellen, Mr. Garcia wants me to talk to you. Have you ever thought about why I showed up at St. Marian Hospital ?"
I'm glad Arnold is there, but I don't think why: "No. Surgery?"
Arnold stretched out his finger and shook it, feeling: "So Mr. Garcia said that you are too immature... I saw you in Code Z, and I was shocked!"
That is not an ordinary mental hospital, but one of the institutions under the Intelligence Bureau, code-named Z. In fact, I should have guessed that Andemeng personally found the psychiatrist requested by the old general, and his work was not just as simple as intelligence analysis.
"The place where you stay is one of the darkest corners of the UK. I am engaged in a... not very gentle profession." Arnold smiled at himself: "I really know that some people have to leave MI6. People with a lot of information are brainwashed; some spies are determined not to disclose information after being captured, and I will inject him with drugs. When you saw me, I had just completed a lobotomy."
"You give your patients morphine?" I asked.
"Morphine and marijuana are the lowest psychotropic drugs. I usually use LSD, and the PSC you take is also one of them. The hallucinogenic effect of LSD is 2 million times that of marijuana. It was an experimental product in the Nazi concentration camps, and our spies stole it. Here comes the sample."
"Can you erase their memories?"
"Yes." Arnold leaned back on the chair, with a very leisurely posture, as if this was an easy topic: "Hypnotize them under the state of injecting a large dose of hallucinogens, awaken relevant memory reminders, and then change the memory path. For example I took the picture of your dear Andymond out of its usual place and locked it in a secret drawer. You know the picture is still in the room, but you can't find it. The same goes for the hypnotized person, the memory is still there Yes, but they can no longer remember."
I asked him, "Isn't that cruel?"
"Compared to lobotomy, this is very beautiful." Arnold explained with a smile: "If hypnosis is not successful, we can only perform lobotomy. People who have undergone this kind of surgery will be as peaceful as mentally handicapped for the rest of their lives. Quiet, it will not pose any threat to the intelligence service. Now you understand why Mr. Garcia asked you to stop loving him at all? He didn't want you to see this. The intelligence service is the darkest place in the whole of Britain, you You can't have anything to do with the boss of MI6. This time it's a psychiatric hospital, and we don't know what will happen next time. Oh, yes, Mr. Garcia said he will investigate this matter himself."
"BOSS? I thought Andemon was just a high-level executive!"
"Now you know he's more than just a high-level guy." Arnold brought a medicine box full of brown bottles with small labels. He skillfully took out various medicines and poured them into an empty bottle and handed them to me: "The medicine that eliminates the effect."
I took the bottle, and the label was carefully pasted on it, saying: Take it three times a day after meals.
"You still love him."
"I don't love you anymore." I said.
Arnold looked at me intently for a while: "The pupils are dilated, you are lying."
I shrugged and surrendered, with a wry smile: "Okay, I lied. Who can control his own heart."
"As long as you want, you don't have to love him." His expression suddenly became serious: "Alan, as a friend, I have a way to make you really get rid of this relationship. This time, Mr. Garcia did not entrust me, but I Offer to help you."
"Coffee talk again?" I asked.
"No." Arnold generously suggested: "As long as you fall in love with me, you will forget about him. Why don't you try?"
Arnold was very enthusiastic and tirelessly recommended this plan to me whenever he was free until I got tired of it. I raised my eyelids and glanced at him: "What if I really fall in love with you?"
After thinking about it, he took out a silver pocket watch from his pocket, held the end of the watch chain, and slowly shook it five times in front of my eyes. I reached for it subconsciously, and he quickly took the watch back: "When the war is over, I will return this pocket watch to you. Just in case, I have given you a hint that this pocket watch is the trigger The moment you get it, it will remind you of our agreement today and end our relationship."
"Then what if you fall in love with me?"
The fox walked around my room with a smile: "No, I'm a psychiatrist."
He solemnly put the pocket watch into the breast pocket of his jacket, and said with emotion: "It's such a hard job for a psychiatrist. From now on, I'll chase you... It's impossible to expect you to take the initiative."
I'd seen Arnold pick up girls in bars and knew he wouldn't be serious, any more than his cues could really get Andrmond out of my head. We each took it as a black war time-killing joke, the girls he chased and dumped would form a company in the halls of the General's mansion, and I wasn't a woman.
Joking aside, the war is still going on. I just woke up from a nightmare, and my body has not yet recovered. Most of the time, I lie on the bed alone and listen to the radio. The maid will bring the tray for three meals a day to my bed. Wartime bans began to be implemented one after another. The German army blocked our sea transportation lines, and many things were no longer available in department stores. But the three meals a day in the General's Mansion remained the same, and there were even desserts and black tea in the afternoon, no different from before the war.
Arnold had to work, and every time he came back to see me, he wore military uniform, stayed with me for half an hour, checked my condition, and then left in a hurry. My room is on the second floor next to the window, and I can just see the back garden in late autumn.
I saw Andymond.
It was an afternoon, his car was parked outside the iron fence in the back garden of the General's Mansion, he got out of the car alone, and walked along the path. It is the most beautiful season for maple leaves in England, and red maple and big-leaf maple are planted in the back garden. Wearing a heavy black turtleneck trench coat, he walked through a sea of deep red and bright yellow, like walking in an oil painting.
At that time, I was watching the drawing of the little kid, and it took me a long time to realize that the little thing pulled the corner of my clothes: "Alan, you are drooling."
When Andemon pushed open the door of my room, I just wiped off my saliva, sent the little kid away, and raped him up and down: "Long time no see."
Andemont stood at the door, as if hesitating for a long time: "Alan, Arnold said you want to see me. You were not sober when I came last time."
at St. During those gray days at the Marianne Hospital, I really wanted to see Andrémond, madly wanting to see him. He is the little ray of sunshine, the only beautiful color, that maintains my sanity after taking psychotropic drugs. But all this has passed and nothing has changed.
I smiled at him: "Honey, he got it wrong."
He was not angry, but smiled gently, and stretched out his hand to me with a sense of accommodating: "Can you go out with me?"
I also smiled softly: "Beauty, I don't have time for a date today."
For a moment, Andmon's face became a little stiff. He withdrew his hand, stood by the window with his back to me for a while, looked back at me, and sighed: "Alan, do you have to do this to me?"
I continued to laugh, and my face froze when I continued to smile: "Honey, I've been doing this to my friends all the time."
The next moment I couldn't laugh anymore, I heard Andremon say: "I want you to identify the two people. After all, you deciphered the 'mystery'. You have the right to see the fate of the person who hurt you."
He came over and hugged my shoulder comfortingly: "Allen, if you don't want to watch it, you can choose not to watch it."