"What's your name, you always have a little impression, right?" Angel said.
"What's your name, you always have a little impression!" The man repeated it very cheerfully, and after he finished speaking, he still waited for praise with excitement.
"Don't learn from me, did you really forget, or are you acting stupid with me?" Angel was helpless.
"Don't learn from me, are you really forgetting, or are you acting stupid with me." The man repeated Angel's words without hesitation.
And without a word.
Angel rubbed his forehead. He had studied Chinese and Western medicine with Jon for a while. But the traditional Chinese medicine is too mysterious, and what he has learned is more traumatic dispensing; he has also dabbled in part of modern Western medicine, but in fact, most of it is surgical theory.
He knows that the symptoms of amnesia are mostly psychogenic amnesia, and some are mechanical and dissociative amnesia. In addition to mechanical injury, other amnesias are basically the brain opening self-protection and actively forgetting the memory of severe psychological trauma to the patient.
Angel couldn't see the man's brain condition now. Even if he did, it would be difficult for him to make a diagnosis according to the complexity of the brain. After all, his study of medicine was basically at a general level, and his head was full of theory and pathology. But the actual operation is basically zero.
However, judging from medical experience, when the man saw Pocrates being exterminated, it may be that his brain turned on self-protection and made him forget those memories that might cause secondary psychological trauma. Of course, this is just an inference made by Angel according to common sense. Whether it is for this reason or not is another matter.
What he can do now is to determine whether the man has partial amnesia, selective amnesia, or total amnesia.
Angel started to chat hard with the man while roasting the meat.
"How do you feel now?" Angel first used ambiguous language to test the man's cognition of himself.
The man repeated blankly: "How do you feel now."
"Do you still remember Pocrates?" Angel changed his way of asking, instead of asking "Who am I", "Where do I come from", and using Pocrates to open and pry the other party's memory box .
With a look of praise in the man's eyes: "Do you still remember Pocrates!"
Originally, Angel wanted to ask "Where am I going", but the three major questions in life cannot be measured for the first two, let alone the third.
Angel thought for a while, and snapped his fingers lightly—
With a crisp knuckle click, the man's eyes blurred for a moment, and when he opened his eyes, he suddenly found that the surroundings had changed. The boy who was in front of him just now disappeared, he appeared in a field of snow... The sky was snowing heavily with goose feathers, but he was naked.
There was panic in the man's eyes, and he kept looking around, as if he was looking for someone.
Xueluo grew bigger and bigger, the man became colder and colder, and kept shivering. At this time, he followed instinct and returned to the hunter's cabin. Although there will be no snow in the wooden house, the temperature is still very low.
The man was so cold that he was shivering. At this time, he saw a mink coat on the bed, and his eyes were a little confused. Before he could react, he took the coat first. wrapped around him.
The temperature seemed to have returned, and the man immediately rushed out of the hut as if flying, looking around blankly.
At this moment, the man's eyes became clouded again. When he regained his senses, the heavy snow in the sky was gone, and the mink coat on his body was gone, and he returned to the state of ** again.
While he was at a loss, a gust of wind blew from the forest.
The wind blew up the rotten leaves and dust, and the man who was blowing was fascinated, and subconsciously reached out to block his eyes to prevent sand from blowing into his eyes.
Suddenly, a cloud of thick black clouds floated across the hazy sky. Unpredictable, a bolt of lightning struck the trees in the distance, igniting raging flames. Looking at the flames in the distance, there was a hint of timidity in the man's eyes.
Meanwhile, a torrential rain fell. The man was drenched in the rain and turned his head around. He didn't see the teenager who talked to him earlier, nor the hunter's cabin.
The only thing he could see was a closed umbrella. But the man finally ignored the umbrella and sat shivering in the shade of a tree.
Just as the man looked helplessly, Angel appeared.
Surprise burst out in the man's eyes, happily rushed into the rain, and came to Angel.
The man's mouth opened and closed, as if he was about to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. Instead, there were some doubts in his eyes. Why did he open his mouth
Seeing this, Angel sighed slightly, picked up the umbrella from the ground and handed it to the man.
The man holding the umbrella was still stunned, stunned on the spot, and did nothing.
Angel shook his head and snapped his fingers again.
In an instant, all the surrounding heavy rain, wildfires, including the umbrella, disappeared. They returned to the early morning high mountains and back to the hunter's hut.
Angel still squatted on the ground and handled the barbecue, Toby was flying carefree in the sky, and everything before seemed to have never happened.
The man didn't have the slightest doubt and looked at Angel with a smile.
Undoubtedly, the snow and heavy rain that the man experienced before were all illusions set up by Angel. From this fantasy, Angel basically judged the man's memory impairment.
His event memory must be impaired, as he cannot remember any past events.
Furthermore, men may not even have full program memory. The so-called procedural memory, in short, is common sense. In heavy snow, men consciously avoid the snow and the cold.
But in heavy rain, he can't use an umbrella, which is common sense.
It would make sense if he had never seen an umbrella and could not use one, but Angel had seen an umbrella in Pocrates, and almost every household had an umbrella. Although Angel doesn't understand, why does the inner world need an umbrella
Common sense has also disappeared, which is the damage of program memory, but fortunately, the instinct has not disappeared, and the damage of program memory has not reached the worst level.
In addition, the man's language memory does not appear to be damaged, but in fact, the language logic ability is also lost.
Now Angel can draw conclusions for the man—
"You're not amnesiac, you've become a fool!"
Of course, "fool" is Angel's angry words, and the real meaning is that men are now like blank sheets of paper, as simple as babbling babies. How it will eventually turn out remains to be seen.
Maybe he's really a fool, and he can't teach him no matter what. Maybe he will regain knowledge, re-establish three views, and become a whole new person. But this new personality is still the same as he used to be. This is another philosophical question.
…
Fortunately, the man's instinct to eat, drink and sleep is not lacking. Whatever Angel gave him, he would eat. Not having enough to eat, he looked at Angel eagerly.
When he was full and satiated, Angel was ready to continue his journey.
As for... this man.
Angel thought about it for a long time before taking it. It goes without saying what will happen to a person who has lost memory and damaged common sense in the deep mountains and forests.
Angel sighed helplessly along the way.
Originally, he was expecting this man to solve his confusion, but he didn't expect the confusion to be solved, and it turned into a dragging oil bottle. Angel secretly planned to throw away the oil bottle when he found someone.
When he was on his way, Angel was not idle, and continued to use various methods to stimulate the man, even using the most violent methods. Ingres simulated the illusion of the destruction of Pocrates, and directly made the man face the most cruel and profound memory ever...
This kind of stimulation has little effect on men, because Angel has not really seen how Pocrates is destroyed. He is more of a fantasy built by the twilight situation.
It was not until Angel simulated the parasites and colorful dragonflies that the man was stunned for a moment. However, in anticipation of Angel, he fell into a coma again.
When he woke up, the man had forgotten everything. This time, Angel simulated the colorful dragonfly again, but the man didn't react at all.
"Excessive stress stimulation, causing the opposite effect?" Angel rubbed his temples, and finally gave up this stimulation method that is not recommended in medicine.
Later, Angel was too lazy to explore the man's past.
It doesn't matter what he's been through in the past. Since the brain makes him forget, forget it. It is also a good choice to forget the painful memories and start over.
Angel no longer deliberately asked the man to recall the past, but instead talked to the man about everyday things. Even if the man can only repeat his words at present, it is a process of practicing and accumulating vocabulary.
Although the dialogue is boring, it makes the boring journey a little more interesting.
During this conversation, Angel found that the man's accent was very special.
His voice was very clear, like the breeze under the rising sun, warm and gentle, with a gentle upward twist at the end.
This accent should be a local accent. Moreover, Angel always felt a little familiar, and seemed to have heard a similar accent before.
But Angel thought about it for a long time, but he didn't think of anyone who had heard such an accent. It may be someone who is not familiar with it, or it may be someone who once "listened" to it, so I didn't pay attention
Even though Angel couldn't remember why this accent would be familiar to him, since the man can speak the common language so fluently, it also shows one thing, the man must have used the common language as his mother tongue.
Even if he was just imitating Angel, if he didn't have the resonance of his language memory, he wouldn't be able to speak the common language fluently.
For example, when Angel spoke a sentence of Chinese, the man was lame for a long time, and the imitated Chinese did not have the feeling of "cadence" at all, and even Angel did not think that the other party was speaking Chinese.
So, through this, you can also determine one thing:
—The place where the native language can be spoken is definitely the wizarding world.
As for where exactly in the wizarding world? Is it in the Southern Region? You can only confirm it when you encounter people.
…
Since the man did not regain his memory, Angel could only continue to walk along the river bank.
This is two days and two nights.
At the end of the river is a huge lake, or is it a sea
Angel couldn't see the end of the water at a glance, and they had no way to go for the time being, because a rolling green hill next to the water blocked their way.
Either around the mountain, or climb the mountain, or water.
It is too far to go around the mountain, who knows where it will go; if the water is flowing, it is the nearest way, and Angel is fine.
In the end, Angel chose to climb a mountain.
He vaguely felt that there might be people behind the mountain.