How can you write a story about a brain hole?
When he was 15 years old, he blew up his head and stabbed his future stepfather to death at 17 years old. He used to attack the people around him, and said, “I killed to save people.” I can actually see what people see as killing. I’m sorry.
I took my eyes off the white pieces for two seconds and said, “Sometimes I can, too. I’m sorry.
Patients in psychiatric hospitals can be divided into two categories. Not even life can take care of itself, or, like him, not a single game of chess played by doctors.
It doesn’t seem like a problem because he doesn’t need you to feed him or to stare at him in the toilet, but once you sit down and talk to him, you often feel that your world view has been seriously affected.
“No, no, no. It’s not an abstract thing. He drove my hand out of the board so that I could listen to him, “I’m telling you I’m trying to kill with a sense of truth.
“The eyes of those who do not meet and fall in love are white when they look to each other. However, when recognized, there is growing discontent, and even when there is a desire to kill, the eyes become darker. I’m sorry.
I imagined, and said, “Is there only black and white in the world you see? Even when the love of the pillow looks at you, it turns on a pair of health balls. I’m sorry.
He shrugged: “This is the normal world in my eyes. Although I’ve been obfuscating since I was five years old, why do books and photos have the same eyes? By the way, most people look at people with their eyes mixed. Sometimes it’s thick, sometimes it’s light. Sometimes, when the other side accidentally says something, even if he smiles on his face, his eyes suddenly turn into terrible dark. I’m sorry.
I comment: “Excellent philosophy.” I’m sorry.
He observed me: “You do not believe. I’m sorry.
I looked at the board and I thought about the next step: “Sweet, I’m a doctor. I’m sorry.
“Trainer. You shouldn’t have learned all the bad habits of older generations too early. I’m sorry.
“If that’s the case, I’m going to make you a test paper with stupid questions, not play chess with you. I’m sorry.
“It is not really between people, but objects can also serve as a medium for monitoring murder. “You’re doing great, but you’ll never win me.” I’m sorry.
I tried to think about it with what he gave me: “Can you see how I kill a piece of chess?” I’m sorry.
“Was it convenient? I won’t miss any subtle change of sight when your eyes wipe out your goal in a row of pieces. This usually works. I’m sorry.
I took the chess, and I killed, “Look, you didn’t expect me to do this.” I’m sorry.
“Silent. You didn’t watch the board. I’m sorry.
I laughed for nothing.
And lo! he said: When a man beholdeth thee, his eyes are black. The last time I saw that color was in the eyes of the murderer. I’m sorry.
“The kid was the killer himself. I’m sorry.
Nurse Yao whispered. Although it was through the glass of the observation room, he could not hear it.
I read his file, of course. A 15-year-old with an iron pipe to break his head and a 17-year-old to stab his future stepfather, often with an aggressive attitude towards the people around him, displaying intermittent excesses and serious delusions. For six months after being admitted to hospital with tears from their mothers, their mouths are clear, their mouths are fluent, their minds are sharp and their intentions are clear, making it difficult to justify them.
I’d like to add that Dr. Zheng pushed the door in, didn’t say anything, took a cold look at the side, and we squealed. Nurse Yao spits on his tongue, lifts up his logbook, shakes his pen bar and goes away.
Dr. Jung asked me, “How do you feel about your work?” I’m sorry.
And in front of this man, who was a wise man, I held it in vain: “Neither in the school, nor in the school, is he learning. I’m sorry.
Dr. Zheng looked at the lateness of looking through the glass and wondered why he laughed. It is a good thing to have a harmonious relationship between the medical and the medical, and it is not necessary to mix it together, especially when it is too serious to control, and sooner or later to transfer. I’m sorry.
Dr. Zheng left after signing a few words.
I shook my head with caution and never saw such a patient who, in front of the attending, tried to prove himself ill by exaggerating and distorted physical actions. And he sat down by the rules, with a weird smile, pointing the finger.
I think that the word “internship” usually means a lot of work without a technical content. For example, the old filers who had fallen behind for more than a decade have been backed up by computers.
By the time it’s over a quarter, it’s 1:00 in the morning, and it’s just like it’s got a point by putting tens of thousands of words in my hand.
Coming to the elevator, trying to push the down button, suddenly the light came up and the elevator rose from the first floor. In the middle of the night, I was surprised to have someone else in this building. It can’t be a security guard, who spends a great deal of his energy on the sick houses where people often jump out of windows at night.
Elevator on the 8th floor stop. I step back, look down from the window on the 11th floor. Strangely, 8th floor is still dark. Usually someone turns on a lamp in the corridor or flashes a flashlight. Unless…
Unless you want to be found.
I pulled my head back and, without going any further, I saw the elevator go up another layer, and the number “9” glowed in the dark.
The 9th floor is still not bright. I didn’t know why I stood for another minute. The elevator has risen to the 10th floor.
It’s like searching on one level.
By the time the red up arrow above the elevator was lit again, I turned around and went down the escape route. Anyway, I don’t want to run into someone who’s been wandering in the office building so late.
More importantly, today, I was temporarily transferred to the 11th floor because the computer in the 8th floor office was broken.
And when he saw him the next day, he smiled at me, as he had done: “Here you are. I’m sorry.
The board was set up and I said, “Can’t you do something else every day?” I’m sorry.
“Do what? “No one will visit me.” I’m sorry.
I think I opened a bad head. But he didn’t care, but he killed me with joy, and the big picture was fixed, and he said, “When he looked at you, his eyes became pure black.” I’m afraid I want to kill you, but I want to torture you. I’m sorry.
My arm was hanging in the air for a second, and I asked, “Can’t you just tell me who you are, if you can see it?” I’m sorry.
For a moment, I thought he was trying to tell me.
“I refuse. I’m sorry.
“Why?”
He said, “I’m mentally ill. I’m sorry.
I’ve heard a lot of things about the hospital where the older people tried to throw him away.
He lifted up a piece of chess and purposely showed me that he had just kicked my king with it.
I said, “If it’s called X, since you can detect X’s intentions towards me, at least three of us will be present at the same time, and that’s not a lot. I’m sorry.
He appreciates his overall victory: “Go ahead and guess.” I’m sorry.
“But I don’t think I’ve offended anyone. I’m sorry.
He said, “Let me tell you, there’s no point in starting with relationships or motivations. This man, look who’s black-eyed. I’m sorry.
I’m one of them: “No distinction in killing.” “I’m not as good as I am.”
“There is a difference. See you when it’s dark. I’m sorry.
I pretended not to hear that.
That means I’m being followed by a killer who wants to kill anyone. Then the clue is completely glued, and all the killers are selected, and the odds are identical. You can’t speculate with common sense because of a pervert. Their surface form, probably a lot of shape. Nor do they need a motive.
“I think X has an antisocial personality. More people in the world want to do bad things for no reason than you think. Psychological distortions and revenge on society are your areas of study. I’m sorry.
To be honest, it’s coming from a sick-suited population. I’ve been hit pretty hard.
“Why, you have no questions? I can see how people kill. Not just the killer, the murder weapon and the location of the crime. I’m sorry.
Last night’s little episode said it wasn’t important, it was fake. But to think of it, it does not seem to be of much interest. I have carefully chosen not to speak.
He seems a little disappointed: “Did he ask even as a co-meditator or a joke?” I’m sorry.
“…where the crime was committed. I said, “Is there a possible office building? I’m sorry.
“None. I’m sorry.
He looked at me with great certainty: “The building will not be in danger. I’m sorry.
8 The computer in the building was fixed after I declared it, and it was still breathing like a dead motor when it turned on.
It’s been running for almost four hours, and after more than twelve, my worst fears have finally happened. It’s stuck.
Fortunately, I have the habit of keeping it hand-to-hand, without tragedy. But there’s still a thick amount of information to enter, but the interface mouse stays on. I have decided to resolve this issue in a simple and rude manner. Push the chair, lean down and pull the power line.
The interpol made me old ash. After pulling the plug, the sound of the computer stops. I’m not used to turning on the lights at night, pulling out the only source of light and falling into darkness. I was crouching on the floor, swiped a piece of paper towel from the table and went up to the bottom of the table.
At this point, footsteps were heard from the door of the office.
My actions were held up for an instant, and my hands were stretched into the side of the drawer and a pen was drawn from it.
The silence lasted long, as soon as I suspected that the footsteps that I had just heard were hallucinations, the doorman walked in two steps.
The office is designed in semi-closed spaces, and as long as the people there at this point do not search in detail, they simply sweep through and never find another person. There’s enough room under the table for an adult to go in. I held the pen with one hand and the other with the dagger, and put myself to the bottom of the table with as little voice as possible.
I can’t believe that the person who sneaks in here at this hour is a security guard.
The footsteps were very slow, without interruption, and the walkers seemed to hold their breath. Finally, it stopped.
Stop by my desk.
And when it is cold and sweaty, We think out of proportion.
You lied to me. If his ability is not the result of imagination, and since he has warned me of murder, why say that the building is not in danger?
Now, standing there, is it possible that I quickly extinguished this terrible idea?
Jesus! After all, did I have a brain? I told you it wouldn’t be a crime scene, so I really came. I really believe it! I subconsciously thought I wouldn’t be harmed. That’s what happens to him!
My head hurts and my eyes are staring at the ground where my feet are. A pair of legs wrapped in black trousers and rain boots, in the straight front.
On the ground, there’s a strange cold. That’s the shivers of the knife in the hand. The breathing has been slowing ever since, and it has virtually stopped. Silence, it’s okay. You don’t usually bend over to look under the table.
And then I heard the palms rubbing around some sort of shell. It seems to have heard something cracking in the brain.
Computer! It’s hot after a long run!
A pale face has broken into the upper eye. I’m going to put a pen in my eye for a while.
The other party reacted very quickly, and the tip of the pen was inserted into his cheeks with a masked bandage and half of the pen was left in his mouth. I kicked him in his lap while he was yelling like a human being, and he tripped back behind his back and tripped over the stool at the table, upside down with a man with a chair.
In a hurry, I saw the knife coming out of his hand, turning around, rushing over, thinking that he could stay awake in the pain, stretching out his hand and scratching first, and I caught him on the back of his cold hand, with a hair on his back and running.
Never take the elevator when you run for your life. Whether it’s a fire, an earthquake or being hunted down. I went straight to the way of the building, and the white door was usually hidden, but it was closed today. Our body fell upon it, and a bad feeling came to light, and We entered the belly of the earth. Press the elevator down button quickly.
Come on, come on! Faster!
He’s bending over the wall and breathing on the floor. I think it’s the pain that’s coming up. It’s hard to stand. The number “8” finally came up before he came up!
The moment when the door was opened, it seemed like an infinite light appeared, and I was about to break into the elevator, but I couldn’t move after seeing what was inside.
The elevator is not empty. Someone’s inside.
You’re standing inside and smiling at me. The gleaming smile was particularly weird in the light of the incandescent elevator.
I took two steps back. To be honest, in this state of affairs, he is no less horrifying than the one who just held the knife. I can’t get in now. I can’t go back. There’s no way out!
I consciously fled. Almost at the same time, he came out — and the men who came up with the knife fell in a row.
If he doesn’t take two backs, he’ll crush each other’s abdomen with his knee, he’ll take the knife with skill, and he’ll stab him in the throat!
Slashed in the face of the Underground, and I saw the pale face.
Doctor Jung!
The next moment, that face became fuzzy in a merciless, unruly jab.
I bend over. It’s not disgusting, but it’s impossible to look directly. Twenty or forty, rather than counter-attacks, are venting some long-suffering anger.
After having stabbed him enough, he threw his knife over his head and stained his face in blood.
Seeing his delay in moving forward, I tried to take a small step.
And when it was certain that he had observed it and had not moved, I quickly bowed down and seized it. The murder weapon was in hand, and the next move was much stronger, with mobile phone calls to the night shift and calls to the police, almost as good as a change of script.
I kept quite a distance, pointing at him, “I saw you take a sedative before you went to bed.” I’m sorry.
“Did you call the police?” I’m sorry.
I was so mad at him that I didn’t realize the gravity of the matter.
“What do you think a psychotic can do? Do you know where they’ll be sent when they’re too serious to control? You can’t be sick. I’m sorry.
He was not surprised or excited: “Doctor Zheng has been doing his best to achieve this. I’m sorry.
I was standing in the shadows of wolves, and I cut my teeth and said, “There is no danger in the building, as agreed.” I’m sorry.
“I lied to you. I’m sorry.
So straight. I put a blood on my face and laughed, and he didn’t open his mouth. Now, do you believe in my eyes and see how people kill? I’m sorry.
I said, “Are you serious? Now I think you’re killing me. I’m sorry.
He asked, “Do you believe me? I’m sorry.
I growled, “Nove! Can’t you just… just tell me to stay away from Jung? I’m sorry.
He was finally satisfied, with a strange smile on his face.
“Doctor Ho, what do you think I can do with these eyes? I’m sorry.
“The standard answer is to benefit society.” I’m sorry.
He laughed, “What good is it for society? How good? Who believes? A man who saw a child of four or five years of age, black-eyed, and I did it for the good of society, and even the client did not thank me for having saved his daughter from the terrible thing, and anyone accused me of killing a “cracker.” I don’t want to thank you! But this is stupid!
“No one believes that he really wanted to kill after I broke him.” Why do I have to wait for each other to stab me and defend myself? I’m sorry.
I don’t know what to say. Even if it’s the gold oil he borrowed, “the family is on your side,” think of the mother he’s only been to once.
“When the man looked at my mother and me, he never looked in the eye white, and asked me about the deposit jewelry, and she never wondered why the man would buy her a cheap stall, and not doubt why he took us on vacation to the wilderness, but would question me, “Why did Mom sacrifice so much for you and destroy her happiness?” I’m sorry.
And look at me: I only want to ask why I have done nothing wrong, and I am saving you. You let me just tell you. That’s what I used to do. I told you what Dr. Zheng was after. They think I’m crazy. Then I’m really crazy. But what did they think of me last? You heard it from Nurse Yao. I’m sorry.
And I was silent, and said, “As long as a man is normal, he fears the violence that his eyes see.” Most of the time, you can’t say it’s wrong. I’m sorry.
And half of it said, “Yes.” That’s the point. You’re all normal. I’m not normal. I’m sorry.
I have a headache: “You know I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry.
And he said, “If so, then I am serious.”
The next minute, he showed a pretty violent look.
“I’d rather put you in the risk of being stabbed, and I’d see the face of killing! I don’t care if you’re selfish or sick. I just don’t like it.”
And he spits out like a bet, like a deer: “At least one must know, did I save him?” I’m sorry.
The lights of the far-off hospital building were lit one by one, and the sound of an enemy among the nurses was heard in the open night.
It seems like the sound of lateness woke up from the mood and restored calm.
“Don’t you say goodbye? I don’t think we’ll see each other again. I’m sorry.
I look at him in a complicated mood.
He meant for me to die. And he stood in front of the killer with his bare hands. I don’t know if that’s enough, but it’s hard not to get angry.
The fearless who do not resist with his face appears to be ready to be scolded and kicked by me.
I took a deep breath and I got down.
I looked at him, “What color are my eyes you see?” I’m sorry.
In the end, I chose this issue to convey my faith.
After all, over the past decade or so, he has gone through all the blame and mistrust that many people have not had to experience throughout their lives.
I cannot prevent others from continuing, deliberately or unwittingly, to speed up the collapse of his heart, but at least at this moment I can tolerate him.
God knows whether there will be a second person who will convey to him the two things of faith and tolerance.
Moreover, I believe that it was not my misreading that he had the urge to remove the killer’s name almost immediately. It’s like now, after a moment of his promise, the look on his face that can’t be hidden, truly grateful enough to cry.
How can you write a story about a brain hole? – An answer from the Logical Archives.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
