Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 406 He will find out sooner or later.

The female doctor in front of her finally frowned, looking even more impatient than before.

But he was just impatient. He didn't show any surprise, nor was he embarrassed or angry after his "circling behavior" was exposed. Instead, he continued to ask:

"What exactly do you want to say?"

She didn't even give any explanation for her behavior, she just took the conversation leader's seat very abruptly, and then asked Sherlock questions in turn.

This is undoubtedly an overly strong woman.

But Sherlock didn't care about this, he just naturally followed the other person's intention and explained:

"What I want to say is that this office is not yours. It should be the office of a middle-aged man over 40 who doesn't care much about details. He has hair loss, is overweight, and needs sweets to relieve his boredom. There is an obvious difference between the desk and the chair. The wood is oxidized, which is caused by long-term friction of his elbows while working. The oil secretion of the skin is relatively high. There is a small mirror and comb in the medical record cabinet. The mirror was originally placed on the desk, and the teeth of the comb were specially made. When I came in, I saw a lot of fallen hair curled up on the door shaft. There were serious stains on the side of the chair armrest. Every time he ate donuts, he would casually smear the icing on his fingers. There, the sponge under the chair has been dented by sitting on it. With your weight, which may not weigh more than 100 kilograms, you can't sit down to achieve this effect.

Anyway, it can be seen from these details that this greasy old man who is bald all year round seems to be more in line with what a doctor in this psychiatric hospital should be like. He stays here for a long time, so the duty system here is not like As you said, it happens every few days. "

Sherlock spoke very fast, but he knew that the woman in front of him could keep up with his speaking speed, and she still didn't say anything, let alone felt any surprise at Sherlock's statement of details, she just calmly Looking at him, his expression didn't change at all.

Seeing this, Sherlock continued:

"It seems you still don't want to explain, so I'll continue.

Apart from the overly detailed things I mentioned above, this room is actually quite clean. It should have been cleaned yesterday, or the day before yesterday at the earliest. It must have been specially cleaned to welcome you.

Oh. Like I always emphasize. Details.

The original owner of this office obviously didn't pay much attention to details, so he didn't realize the height issue.

To be more precise, he didn't realize that he shouldn't put most of the cases on the third shelf of the cabinet, because it's a bit too high for you and uncomfortable to hold, and there are these medical record clips. It was obviously wiped, which is not to say that it is absolutely impossible to wipe the medical record folder, but in this situation where there is only one doctor on duty, who would bother to wipe the medical record folder.

In addition, there are many other messy details, such as the bruises on my waist. Most people may not know that it is difficult to knock down a side rib when a person is awake and has a sense of resistance. , and this was without any injuries to both arms.

And my hospital gown, although it was deliberately worn, could not hide the condition of my hair. After long-term contact with this material, my leg hair was not pressed against the skin, but instead Each one is quite refreshing. Oh, and my nails are a little too clean, and the roots of the nails are white. This kind of situation usually occurs after being soaked in water for a long time.

Hey. You must be tired of hearing this too.

I'll just tell you the results.

I have not lived here for a long time. Three or four days ago, I should have been in a state of soaking in the water, and my muscles should have been atrophied, but you used a certain method to make me quickly I returned to normal, and then they transported me to this mental hospital, put me in a hospital gown, and disguised me as a patient here.

At the same time, you also commandeered this office. You are not the doctor here, but you came here in recent days to pretend.

Even the nurse outside the door is not an ordinary nurse. Although the calluses between his fingers have been specially rubbed away, when there is nothing on his hands, he will still subconsciously half-bend his hands and hang them by his side. He could take out the gun at the hem of his clothes as quickly as possible, even if he didn't bring a gun at all.

Will such a well-trained person become a caregiver?

Anyway, it can be seen that although you have thought of many ways to hide your identity, things happened suddenly and you still couldn't do it perfectly in your hurry. "

Sherlock finished a long sentence quickly and smoothly without being disturbed by the other party, and then paused for a moment with satisfaction.

"Are you done?" The woman named Lilith in front of her finally spoke calmly.

"Well, actually, if I were to continue talking, I would probably be able to talk for about 10 minutes, but personally, I'd rather hear what you have to say?"

"I just want to say that your symptoms show no signs of improvement at all. You really think of yourself as a great detective. You think that your observation and analysis skills are superior, but those are just your own senses. In fact, you don’t have this ability at all.”

As she spoke, Lilith turned over the medical record in her hand, and saw that what was on it was really a medical record, and where she signed it, it really said [Lilith. Rosales] name.

"You probably want to find an explanation for your delusion, so you made up your own imagination. We are here to fake it and want to deceive you. But in fact, I am not drawing circles, but actually telling the truth. Sign here."

While talking, she also opened the cases on the table that had been signed before and showed them to Sherlock. As a result, they were all normal signatures.

"Also, you just said that there was no sound outside, but I think this is actually your own chaotic brain blocking what you heard."

Having said this, Sherlock frowned, because he seemed to gradually hear the chirping of insects, and when he looked at the open window again, he actually saw some distant lights reflected on it.

Even the oxidized and discolored areas and oil stains on the tabletop that I saw just now disappeared without knowing when.

It was like the moment a daydream was shattered and everything returned to its original state.

"Okay, actually these are all expected things, and we don't expect your condition to really improve. But don't worry, your hospitalization expenses are enough for you to live here peacefully until you die.

Oh, don’t ask me who paid these hospitalization fees, I don’t know either. "

Having said this, Lilith looked at her watch and said, "Well, it's almost time." Then she increased her volume and shouted toward the door, "Mr. Hansen!"

Soon, the sturdy nurse walked in: "Miss Lilith, is the examination over?"

"Yes, send him back. If he has trouble sleeping tonight, give him some sleeping pills. It will do him good."

After saying that, Lilith rubbed her sore neck, and the caregiver named Hansen also carried Sherlock onto the cart.

With a soft "click", the door was closed, and Lilith was the only one left in the entire office.

It was at this moment that the woman behind the desk suddenly changed her state. Her too plain expression suddenly became very nervous and tired. She lowered her head heavily and took a few deep breaths, as if... I had just gone through a very difficult psychological test, and it took me a long time to finally catch my breath.

She rubbed her brows and recalled the conversation with Sherlock just now. She even felt scared for a while. Then she took out her mobile phone and dialed a number:

"Inspection is over"

"You have no idea how scary it is to face such a guy."

"Huh, fortunately, I used some methods to temporarily make him feel a little self-denial of himself, but there is no way to stop him. That guy will always find out the truth."

"I'm the most fucking qualified psychologist in the fucking world, please don't question my judgment casually!"

"Yes, I have said it before, don't try to deceive him, and don't think that we can outwit that guy."

"Let the armed team stand guard outside the test area 24 hours a day and be ready for action at any time."

After saying this, Lilith finally hung up the phone tiredly, then lit a cigarette and looked at the office she had carefully prepared, as well as the insects chirping outside the window at any time, the simulated distant lights, and the huge amount of money spent on light and shadow. She was a little surprised that all of this was observed by the guy who had just woken up a few hours ago.

This is still when the other party is not very clear about the technological level of this world.

Lilith knew that these little tricks would not be able to deceive the man for too long. Even if the other party had some technological concepts about artificial light and shadow, these tricks of hers would be seen through by the other party at the first opportunity.

"call----"

She let out a small breath.

After so many years, a second visitor from another world has appeared. I don’t know if it is a good thing or not.

At the same time, Sherlock was also pushed back to his ward.

Along the way, he kept thinking about what he had just experienced in that doctor's office.

Are you really imagining it?

Imagining actions that the other party has never done at all, even blocking out the sounds that should be heard, and making up some non-existent scenes?

Sherlock is still used to thinking logically in most situations, but when he finds that his brain starts to deceive him, he will be helplessly trapped in a dead end.

There is no way for people to pull themselves up by their hair. There is no way to prove the right or wrong of thinking itself through thinking.

Therefore, he really had a little self-doubt.

I kept thinking about it, recalling the foggy London I once lived in, the steam escaping from the manhole covers, those carriages, and those people praying devoutly on the streets.

However, he felt like a being who was desperately trying to prove that there was [length, width, and height] in the two-dimensional world. Everything he thought about was actually in vain.

I don’t know how long it took.

"Dangdangdang——"

The knock on the door that I heard not long ago suddenly rang, and then, a lunch box was once again pushed in through the small window under the door.

"When you're done eating, push the lunch box out and don't let me go in to get it!"

The voice was still that of the sturdy caregiver just now. From his tone, it seemed that if he came in, he would definitely not just take the lunch box.

Sherlock walked to the door, leaned over to pick up the lunch box, sat back on the bed, and stuffed the dry mashed potatoes into his mouth with the plastic spoon inside.

"If everything is imaginary, can my preference for food be generated out of thin air? If I stayed in this ward for seven or eight years, or even more than ten years, then I should have been eating this kind of food, right? .

Will I become disgusted with these crudely processed foods because of my imaginary steak and red wine?

Well, even if the conjecture is true, it seems that I haven't eaten anything delicious in my fantasy world.

How pitiful. "

"What about my reasoning ability? Can even this kind of thing be born through imagination?"

Thinking of this, Sherlock threw the spoon in his hand towards the ceiling, and the moment the spoon left his fingers, he calculated the time for it to land.

2.71 seconds later, ‘bah’, the spoon fell to the ground, exactly as Sherlock calculated.

"Well - it seems that although my brain is a little confused and my reading speed is much slower than I thought, I can still complete instantaneous observation and calculation.

So, am I training this ability in this room when I have nothing to do?

etc.

There seems to be something wrong. "

Suddenly, Sherlock raised his eyebrows and finally discovered something that was not very common sense.

That's why Dr. Lilith has to explain this to herself?

What if she is just a shift doctor who routinely checks herself and does not expect her illness to be cured.

Then she could just talk to herself and let herself question everything.

Why waste time explaining to yourself?

It was as if she was trying her best to convince herself that what she said was true. "

Thinking of this, Sherlock couldn't help but smile. He found that he still had some bad habits, that is, no matter what he did, he always liked to think first.

He completely forgot that normal people do not get the correct result every time they think.

So in most cases, people are more willing to give up thinking and let nature take its course.

So, Sherlock locked the lunch box in his hand, pushed it outside through the small window under the door, and lay down on the bed.

That's right, one second he was still thinking hard, and the next second he gave up completely and prepared to sleep.