Global wasteland: I am as good as a god with a machine

Wu Mian stayed at the base that night and could not sleep the whole night.

He is not a person who is easily anxious, but at this time he is like an obsessive-compulsive disorder, always wanting to find his past.

But the more you do this, the less you will get what you want.

The fog in his mind was like an invisible wall, always isolating him.

Wu Mian just wanted to get his memory back, but this seemed to be extremely difficult. This feeling that his body was not under his control made him feel strange to himself.

After enduring the headache all night, Wu Mian still found nothing, so he called the psychiatrist before dawn.

As always, psychological counseling has no effect on him, but having someone around him to talk to can at least divert his attention.

After diagnosis, the psychiatrist gave Wu Mian the final conclusion: "According to my judgment, you suffer from paranoid mental disorder and persistent mood disorder. In short, you do not actually have amnesia, but are suffering from a huge...

After the trauma, you actively block your own memory, thereby reducing the pain that memory brings to you. Your amnesia symptoms are actually a kind of protection of the body for itself."

"Do you think this is protection?" Wu Mian disagreed with this statement: "Now my amnesia has brought me not only pain, but also trouble!"

"At least you can still bear it. Your brain starts to disobey the master's instructions, which means that what you lose must bring you long-term suffering. Based on the analysis of your situation, you are actually full of denial about your life.

, if you hadn’t pursued it all the way, I’m afraid you wouldn’t even be able to recover your current memory.”

The doctor looked at Wu Mian sympathetically: "Paranoid mental disorder is a very special symptom. You can understand it as getting stronger when it is strong, which means that the stronger the host's willpower, the more severe its symptoms will be, and

You are fighting against yourself, and the greater your determination to fight, the greater the difficulty."

"so what?"

"To treat this disease, you cannot rush for results. You must first stabilize your mood and not aggravate its deterioration. You must relax your body and mind instead of keeping yourself tense until you collapse."

The doctor took the paper and pen and continued while writing: "I will prescribe you several anxiety-relieving and sedative drugs. I also suggest that you should not be obsessed with searching for memories in the short term and give yourself some time to breathe.

, maybe when you stop worrying about this matter, you will get unexpected results."

"Is there no other choice?"

Wu Mian is very resistant to the feeling that others understand him, but he does not understand himself: "I can accept some physical stimulation."

"I just said that you think you are fighting against the disease, but you are actually fighting against yourself. Other psychiatrists may agree with you, but I am different."

The doctor responded in a gentle voice: "I don't know if you like reading martial arts novels, but what you are fighting now is not the actual disease, but your own thoughts, which can also be understood as your inner demons.

"

Wu Mian grabbed the doctor's prescription and put it in his pocket: "Thank you."

"Actually, I think this illness is not a bad thing for you. At least it is changing you and teaching you good manners."

The doctor smiled and said: "I have come to provide you with post-war psychological counseling so many times, but you have never received my treatment before. Your personality is too cold, and your inner world is very closed. In the long run, you will be

The problem, or your current illness, has a lot to do with your previous personality."

It's rare for Wu Mian to meet someone who is willing to tell him the truth: "Was I really that annoying in the past?"

"To be precise, I don't hate you, and rather than hating you, I think other people feel more like fear towards you."

The psychiatrist calmly controlled the scale of the conversation: "Compared to before, you make me feel more like a human being now. A human being with feelings, worries, and emotions."

"The more weaknesses I expose, the greater my danger." Wu Mian became vigilant: "This is not a good thing."

"But whether those cold-bloodedness and strength are real or just forced, only you know. The high-pressure life has destroyed your mind, right?"

The doctor discovered that there was a deviation in Wu Mian's thinking and began to give psychological suggestions: "Dangerous people are not necessarily invincible. In the same way, justice and light are not reasons for failure. I know that the word justice is cliché, but most people still

Those who believe it, evil will be punished, this is the unchanging truth from ancient times!"

Wu Mian's eyes suddenly became clear: "Evil will be punished, that's a lie to children, you can treat me, but don't persuade me to be a good person, otherwise... I will think you have bad intentions.

"

The doctor was shocked by Wu Mian's subconscious self-protection and strong belief: "Of course, some of what I said is just psychological counseling knowledge. Your life is still in your own hands."

At this moment, there was a noise outside the door. Wu Mian stood up and opened the door. Looking at the running crowd, he stretched out his hand to stop someone: "What's wrong?"

A heavily armed Hidden Dragon member looked nervous: "Brother Shen has symptoms of separation of spirit and body! He killed someone! Accountant Wu, you find a place to hide immediately!"

Only a few people in the Hidden Dragon organization know Wu Mian's true identity. Others, even the guards at the base, rarely see Wu Mian, and his public identity is only an accountant at the base.

Hearing that Shen Jiahong had symptoms of separation of spirit and body, Wu Mian told the psychiatrist to hide in his office, and then hurriedly walked to the ward.

As the strongest combat force of the Hidden Dragon organization, Shen Jiahong's sudden change made everyone nervous. The base guards were on the highest alert and stood guard outside the door with loaded guns and ammunition to deal with dangers that may arise at any time.

Seeing Wu Mian appear, Lu Dayu stepped forward to greet him and lowered his voice: "Brother Ninth, the situation inside is very dangerous. It is not appropriate for you to show up on such an occasion, or..."

"Let people disperse."

Wu Mian interrupted Lu Dayu, waited for him to remove the guards outside, pushed the door open and entered the ward.

What came into view was a corpse with its upper body missing and blood spraying all over the wall. Di Tiangong and two assistants turned a blind eye to this and were controlling the instruments in the room.

"Ah! Ah!!!"

Shen Jiahong was fixed to the hospital bed with more than a dozen restraints, and a blood-curdling roar came from his throat.

His body is twisting, various weapon parts are flashing uncontrollably, and his head is constantly changing directions. This uncoordinated picture looks very strange, which also means that Shen Jiahong has lost control of his body.

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