Conan's winery play house

Chapter 10 Patients who are too cooperative

"Actually, I often forget that there are other people around me because I'm chatting with her." Dean Qingshan held his paper figurine daughter like a treasure.

"Aito, do you have this kind of trouble?" He looked at the young man with a similar look.

Aito nodded after hearing this: "But, isn't this normal?"

Between family members and other people, pay more attention to family members and ignore others...

Isn't that normal?

When he, Gin, and the others were together, they basically focused only on each other.

"This...yes...it's indeed normal." Dean Qingshan touched his chin and smiled awkwardly.

He then remembered another symptom that Mr. Kurosawa told him before bringing people here.

"Ahem, the weather is really nice today. There must be a lot of students on the street on Monday." Dean Aoyama changed the subject.

Aito thought about the bunch of figures in school uniforms he saw on the way to the hospital and nodded.

There are indeed many students.

Dean Qingshan's expression became serious.

Of course today is not Monday, today is Wednesday.

It seems that what Mr. Kurosawa said about the boy not being able to tell the date is indeed true.

Treat the paper people as family members, and don’t feel anything is wrong, but at the same time, they can’t tell the time...

And it gives people the feeling that every move has a sense of disharmony.

As a well-informed director of a mental hospital, Yasuo Aoyama can say with certainty that there is definitely something wrong with this boy.

If you think about it from the beginning, you will find that every move of the boy, including every expression and eyes, is very polite and perfect.

How perfect is it? It's just like the textbook behavior mentioned in the book.

There was no unnecessary emotional reaction from beginning to end.

"You know, today is not Monday." Dean Qingshan thought for a while and said directly, his eyes watching every expression and action of the white-haired boy.

"So it's not Monday?" Aito said thoughtfully.

Obviously, the dean just said that today is Monday.

So... he was lied to?

What is the purpose?

Aito thought for a while and then suddenly realized.

Gin thought he was mentally ill, so he brought him here, so the fact that he couldn't recognize the date also became a reflection of his mental illness in the other person's eyes?

However, does being unable to recognize dates count as mental illness?

"Is it a mental illness to not be able to recognize dates?" Aito asked the professionals directly.

"...Forget it." Dean Qingshan said after a moment of silence.

It seemed that the young man himself knew very well that he could not recognize the date.

If it is just a simple misreading, misremembering, or confusion of dates, it is actually quite normal.

But if you can’t tell the date at all...

Coupled with the behavior of treating paper people as family members...

There is no doubt that he is sick.

"I see..." Aito nodded.

"It turns out I'm mentally ill." He said clearly.

But in this case...

Is the system also mentally ill?

Aito asked the system before when he couldn't tell the time, and the answer he got was...

[The time rules of this world are confusing and the system cannot recognize it.]

An overly regular system encountered a timeline with chaotic rules, so it also became garbled.

"Do I need to take medicine for treatment?" he asked proactively.

The book says that if you are sick, you should take medicine to treat it. Isn’t it right for you to ask this question?

But, can the system take medicine?

"...It's great that you are willing to cooperate." Taifu Aoyama said calmly and reliably, trying not to show a complicated expression.

Why are you so cooperative?

Shouldn't we be suspicious?

"Sorry to trouble you." Aito showed a grateful smile to the other party.

He knew he couldn't tell time.

When he was locked in the storage room by that couple, when he could still see it, all he saw were pure white and cold ceramic tiles, without even a window.

And after losing sight, it fell completely into darkness.

Can't tell the passage of time.

If the meal time is on time, he can guess the day based on the three meals a day.

but……

If he really had three meals a day, the original owner would not have starved to death.

He knew that he had been imprisoned for the thousand and first day because after the couple died, the system appeared and reminded him of the time it took to complete the task as mentioned when he completed the novice task.

Even after he could see, he still couldn't tell the time.

But the system says this is normal.

Because he is not from this world, he cannot integrate into the rules of time.

"Wait a minute, I'll make an order for you guys..." Dean Qingshan said and left for a while.

When he came back again, he handed the list to the man with long silver hair.

More than one.

Aito could clearly see that under the prescription list, there was also a certificate of his diagnosis.

And you can see the words on it.

[The patient suffers from schizophrenia, imaginary family members that do not exist, and a comprehensive perception disorder of time...cannot distinguish dates...suspected of suffering from emotional deficiency...]

"Let's go." Gin took a few reports, stood up as if he had completed the task, and greeted Vodka and Aito to leave.

"Are you going to get me some medicine?" Aito walked behind Gin with a gesture of unobstructed closeness and trust.

"Get the medicine? You don't need that kind of thing." Gin balled up the medicine prescription certificate and threw it on the ground.

Avicril does not need to take medicine.

The opponent's current condition is very good.

No need to heal, no need to remember the past.

Just maintain the status quo and be an obedient member.

"Don't you need treatment?" Aito said in a confused tone.

Isn’t bringing him here for medical treatment just to treat him well?

"You are fine as you are now. You don't need to take medicine." Gin's voice was cold and low.

"Okay." Aito nodded.

It didn't matter to him that he couldn't tell the time.

The sun still rises in the east and sets in the west.

This is enough.

The three of them got into the car, drank vodka and drove away.

After they left, Taifu Aoyama walked out of the office with a troubled expression and walked down the corridor, when he saw the paper ball on the ground.

He bent down to pick up the ball of paper and unfolded it to take a look.

It was exactly what he had just ordered for the patient.

He handed it to Mr. Kurosawa with his own hands, but now it was rolled up into a ball of paper and thrown here. No matter what he thought, it would only be Mr. Kurosawa who did it.

Why?

Didn't he know how seriously ill his son was?

Dean Qingshan frowned and sighed deeply.

He has seen too many unqualified parents who don't care about doctors' orders.

Thinking of the boy's performance, Taifu Aoyama always felt that he still had many details about him that he had not yet discovered.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that the other person might really be seriously ill.

…

"Just park here, Uncle Vodka." Aito reminded.

"Here? What are you going to do? Ivey." Vodka sounded confused.

There are very few people here...

"There's a dog over there, and it's about to die." The white-haired boy pointed to a corner.

There lay a scrawny and dying Shiba Inu.

He saw it on the way to the mental hospital.

I thought I wouldn't be able to catch up with the opponent's death.

"Do you want to save it?" Vodka asked curiously.

If you bring a stray dog ​​like that into the car...

Brother will be angry.

"Because the family still lacks a pet character, I want to take it home, but I don't know if it is willing." The white-haired boy said this, opened the door and got out of the car.

"Brother, are we leaving?" Vodka looked at the figure walking towards the Shiba Inu, looked at the gin on the passenger seat, and asked cautiously.

He was afraid that if he continued to stay, Ivey would really carry the dog into the car.

This is Brother Gin's favorite car.

"No need." Gin lit a cigarette.

The scarlet eyes stared at the young man's back indifferently.

Vodka also watched carefully.

But he found that the picture he imagined did not happen.

The white-haired boy just squatted next to the dying Shiba Inu.

did nothing.

Aito squatted next to the Shiba Inu and silently purchased a small paper man from the system mall.

Hold the paper figure in your hand and wait for the other person to die.

Finally, while he was waiting, the Shiba Inu completely lost its breath.

A transparent and extremely weak soul appeared above the corpse.

It couldn't make any sound and was about to dissipate.

"Do you want to be my family?" Aito asked, holding up the little paper man.

The spirit of the Shiba Inu looked at him, then at the little paper man, and attached itself to the paper man.

So Aito showed a satisfied smile, stood up, and walked towards the car.

It came back at just the right time, and it died before long.

The first pet in the family is obtained!

There will definitely be more family members in the future!

"Avi, didn't you say you wanted to take it home?" Vodka asked, looking at the boy who came back empty-handed.

Forget that the scene he imagined did not happen, Ivey even just squatted on the side and did nothing, just watching the Shiba Inu die. Then he took out a paper man and showed a smile.

It just looks... abnormal.

"I brought it back." Aito raised the little paper man to signal.

"But this shape doesn't look like a dog at all..." Aito said thoughtfully.

Dogs cannot use human form.

Fortunately, after a while, the paper man will look like a dog according to the soul of the Shiba Inu attached to it.

Vodka looked at the white paper man with empty eyes and grinned at him, and shuddered silently.

The eldest brother seems to have done nothing wrong by bringing Ivy to the mental hospital.

PS: Let me tell you a scary story. I didn’t save the manuscript. I relied on the reactions from my readers and family members to support my enthusiasm.

(End of chapter)