Marvel: I Have Severe Mental Disorder

【Marvel: I have a serious mental illness】 【】

Arthur's work came to an abrupt end.

"Huh~" Nick Fury took a deep breath, rubbed his head, and said in a very calm tone: "It's an interesting story setting, but there is no logic at all."

"Hmph, I think only a lunatic would write such a strange thing, reading something meaningless, this is really a waste of my time!"

Nick Fury spoke lightly, but his hand was tightly clutching the document in his hand, and the document was wrinkled by his grip.

Cornell obviously noticed this, stretched out his hand to push his glasses, smiled, and said: "Hahaha, what Arthur wrote is indeed quite strange, but I can't agree with Mr. Director that you said that it is illogical. of."

"I've diagnosed a lot of people with mental illness who have their own logic, a logic that's a separate system, and their perception of the world is different from our perception of the world."

"That's what makes us think they're abnormal, they're crazy, but actually a crazy person doesn't think he's crazy, he thinks he's normal... well, maybe they think we're crazy?"

Hearing this, Nick Fury put down the materials in his hand, squinted his eyes, and smiled, "Oh? Then ask Professor Cornell to explain Arthur's logic well, and I'll be all ears."

Cornell took a deep breath, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said meaningfully: "My lord, when you stare at the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you. The dragon slayer will one day become the next evil dragon. A warrior will one day become an evil demon king."

"When you call on him devoutly, he will come to you."

"And when he comes in front of you, you can't accept it. This is really a strange thing."

"But when that day really comes, what kind of changes can we make?"

"To become one with what calls, or to break away from it?"

Cornell coughed lightly, paused for a moment, pointed to the black widow behind Nick Fury, and said with a smile: "Mr. Director is like the one behind you. As a doctor with many years of experience in psychiatry, I I feel like she's sick..."

Hearing Nick Fury's words, Tong Kong shrank suddenly, stared blankly, and said with a very serious expression: "Mr. Cornell, I doubt that you are really a doctor? Or is the doctor really yours?" Identity?"

"You seem to know a lot of things, but you don't want to tell me everything, just reveal something to hint me..."

"Are you playing cat and mouse with me? Do you think I'm a mouse?"

Cornell shook his head and said with a smile: "Master Director, you misunderstood me. I didn't regard you as a mouse. How could I be so courageous as an ordinary doctor?"

"I'm just a little curious. I'm curious about what Arthur did?"

"I haven't seen him for over a month and I'm worried about my patients."

Nick Fury looked at the doctor in front of him, and slowly said: "Doctor, your patient is dead, and you don't have permission to know what he did."

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"You don't need to know, you'd better be a doctor honestly, don't ask questions, know too many things, it's not good for you."

"Doctor, I don't know if you've heard the saying, curiosity killed the cat!"

"Hahaha~" Cornell laughed loudly after hearing this, and said, "Mr. Director, I understand what you mean. What Arthur did,

I won't ask any more questions. "

"I am a doctor in peace and order, which is actually quite good."

"Director, you have obtained the information. I think you should go. I am very busy and treat many patients every day."

Nick Fury frowned, and said in an extremely cold tone: "Doctor, do you mean to drive me away?"

"How could it be? Mr. Director, how dare I drive you away, you can stay as long as you want!" Cornell pushed his glasses and smiled: "It's just that I still need work, I want to see Say goodbye to my patient friends."

After all, Cornell stood up.

"Wait a minute, I still have something to ask!" Nick Fury reached out and knocked on the table, and said very calmly.

Then, he groped in his pocket for a long time and took out a cigarette.

"Pa-ta~" After lighting the cigarette, Nick Fury took a deep breath, exhaled two streams of white smoke from his nose, and stared at the doctor in front of him.

"Ah~" Seeing this, Cornell sighed and sat down on the chair again.

He lay down, put his feet on the table, spread his hands forward, and said helplessly: "Okay, sir, what else do you want to ask?"

"As long as I know, I will tell you. I will never hide anything. It is the duty of every American citizen to cooperate with government departments..."

"Huh, it's better like this!" Nick Fury exhaled smoke, and said slowly: "You just said that Arthur didn't come here a month ago. What did you talk about the last day you met?"

"I'm very interested in this, let's talk about it!"

"Master Director, isn't it in the information? It's fine if you don't see it yourself?" Cornell asked with a smile.

"Whatever I ask, you just say it... don't waste each other's precious time." Nick Fury frowned, looked at Cornell, and said coldly: "Also, if you still maintain this attitude, I I'll consider another place to ask you questions!"

"And I hate when people put leather shoes in front of me, it's very disrespectful."

"Doctor Cornell, you are highly educated, you should know how to respect people! If you don't respect me, then I don't have to respect you!"

Cornell shrugged helplessly, retracted his feet on the table, and said slowly: "Master Director, I think you need to learn some oriental culture, such as respecting the old and loving the young."

"I should be much older than you, at least I can be your father...don't be so rude to the elderly..."

"And I'm getting old, my brain is very bad, I have Alzheimer's disease!"

"What did you just say? I don't seem to hear a word clearly. Can you repeat it?"

"By the way, I still have a heart attack. I'm a little scared. When I get scared, I can't remember anything!"

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After hearing this, Nick Fury extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Doctor, if you can't remember, I will help you remember."

"There are a lot of high-tech things in my department, and you can be forced to speak out, but I didn't choose to do that. This is already a great respect for you."

"Okay! Alright!" Cornell sighed, and said, "Oh, Mr. Director, you are such a stickler. You still want me to say it again, even though it is clearly in the information."

"Ahem, it was the afternoon a month ago when Arthur and I met for the last time."

...

Cornell Presbyterian Hospital, New York.

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

Arthur stared at Cornell's tan boy hole, the muscles on his face were shaking wildly, his hands were clutching his legs tightly, his chest was heaving like something was rolling wildly in his stomach Same!

Arthur frowned, clutching the flesh on his thighs with both hands, he was blocking something with pain.

He bit his tongue hard, and blood poured into his throat. He could clearly feel the sharp pain, but the pain still couldn't stop what he wanted to stop.

The maniacal laughter that had been suppressed all the time broke through the barrier of pain and the restraint of the chest cavity.

The uncontrollable manic laughter made Arthur extremely happy, and he began to laugh wantonly.

"Hahaha……"

Arthur sat on the chair and looked at Cornell who was sitting across from him. He grabbed the corners of his mouth with his hands down, but his face was still twitching, and he couldn't restrain himself from laughing.

"Hoo...hoo..."

The crazy laughter affected Arthur's whole body, and pulled the internal organs in Arthur's chest.

Arthur began to cough, and he bent over, his scrawny body hunched over like a poor homeless puppy curled up.

Hysterical coughing and fatal gasping accompanied by manic laughter echoed through the cramped office.

This laughter is as crazy as a poison with nine heads, and the madness and evil nature in his bones are gradually being released.

Arthur's face was covered with bloodstains by the hands that prevented him from laughing, like a new type of oil paint. After laughing wildly for a while, Arthur regained consciousness, and his breath began to calm down slowly, becoming Back to the cowardly untalented clown in the circus.

"Huh~ I just got sick, right?"

"Does that mean that Dr. Cornell's treatment didn't work? You've been lying to me, right?"

Arthur's eyes were bloodshot, and he was panting heavily.

"Arthur, take it easy, I've been treating you and it's working great, maybe you don't feel that way, but I swear to God it's working really well."

"I think you need this thing right now, and proper nicotine can calm you down."

Conor stood up slowly and took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer.

"People are always unable to accept things that are different from themselves. People always call them different, hostile to them and alienate them... But not everyone is like this, such as me."

Cornell stood up, got up from the leather chair, his fingers touched the smooth surface, walked around the table behind Arthur, and put one hand on the chair behind Arthur.

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"Hey, Arthur, even I can accept you, why don't you accept yourself?"

"Be confident, maybe there will be many people in this world who will accept you!"

Cornell handed the cigarette to Arthur.

Arthur took the cigarette handed to him, and Cornell did not return to the doctor's position, but sat on the chair next to Arthur.

Cornell took a cigarette out of the pack, patted his pockets, and fumbled.

"Borrow me, Arthur."

Cornell smiled.

Arthur blankly took out the lighter from his pocket and handed it over.

Two smokers start smoking.

Soon the whole room was filled with white smoke, the air was filled with the smell of nicotine, and the white walls seemed to be slowly turning yellow.

If a non-smoker came into this room, he would be dizzy and extremely sick.

After smoking most of a pack of cigarettes, most of Arthur's nervousness dissipated.

"Arthur, be confident, your smile is not scary at all, I even think it's a little cute."

"In this extremely serious world, everyone is like a walking dead. The better ones are busy working every day, and the worse ones don't even have a busy job."

"Under the pressure of life, there is no smile on everyone's face, everyone wears a mask to disguise, many people want to laugh but hide their own smile, but more people laugh whenever they want not come out."

"Arthur, since you grew up in Hell's Kitchen, you should be able to understand this feeling better! You are afraid of being shot to death when you walk on the street. In a world where killing people doesn't need a reason, who can laugh out loud? Woolen cloth?"

"There are countless homicides every day, but no one can deal with them. Everyone ignores all of this. People don't resist, and they start to become numb, take hallucinogens, drink alcohol..."

"They want to be the ones who bully them. They can't laugh anymore. Everyone is cautious in their words and deeds, waiting for the opportunity to jump up."

"Arthur, you're not like them, even in that situation you can still laugh out loud, you don't have a disease, you don't have a disease, you are the most beautiful flower that ever bloomed in hell."

Cornell looked at Arthur who bowed his head and smoked silently, and said slowly.

"I remember you once said that if you want to be a comedian and heal the world with laughter, well, you also have to write a wonderful work."

"You also told me that a girl said that children who love to laugh are more liked by God."

"Now at least two people don't treat you as an outlier."

Cornell reached out to touch the smooth tabletop, smiled and raised two fingers.

"Be confident...accept yourself...others will accept you...will more people like me?"

"Ha ha ha, comedian, write a book, yes, my mother said, bring a smile to the world!"

"Dr. Cornell, do you still remember my dream?"

"By the way, doctor, it's not two people, it's four people..."

Arthur laughed maniacally, and said while touching his neck.

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There was a bright red scar on his neck, which looked deep.

"Oh, four people? That's a good start, isn't it?"

"Arthur, what you need is not all kinds of narcotic drugs, but to accept yourself and enjoy your own happiness."

"Why seek change? Is there any law that says one cannot laugh? Or do you really think your laugh is ugly?"

Connell stared at the scar on Arthur's neck, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.