Main Text Volume Chapter 340 A Piece of White Paper

"What's your name? You have some impression of it, right?" Angel said.

"What's your name? You have some impression of it, right?" the man repeated it happily, and after he finished speaking, he still looked excited and waited for praise.

"Don't imitate me, have you really forgotten it, or are you playing dumb with me?" Angel's face was full of helplessness.

"Don't imitate me, have you really forgotten it, or are you playing dumb with me?" The man repeated Angel's words without hesitation.

And not a single word was missed.

Angel rubbed his forehead. He had studied Chinese and Western medicine with Jon for a period of time. But traditional Chinese medicine was too mysterious, and he learned more about trauma prescriptions; he also dabbled in some modern Western medicine, but in fact most of it was surgical theory.

He knew that the symptom of amnesia was mostly psychogenic amnesia, and some were mechanical and dissociative amnesia. In addition to mechanical injuries, other amnesias are basically the brain turning on self-protection and actively forgetting memories that have caused severe psychological trauma to the patient.

Angell couldn't see the man's brain condition now. Even if he could, it would be difficult for him to make a diagnosis due to the complexity of the brain. After all, his medical studies were basically general. Theory and pathology filled his head, but practical operations were basically zero.

However, judging from medical experience, the man saw Pocrates being exterminated, and it might be that his brain turned on self-protection, making him forget those memories that might cause secondary psychological trauma. Of course, this was just Angell's inference based on common sense. Whether this was the specific reason was another matter.

What he could do now was to determine whether the man had partial amnesia, selective amnesia, or total amnesia.

While grilling meat, Angell began to have a hard chat with the man.

"How do you feel now?" Angell first used ambiguous language to test the man's cognition of himself.

The man repeated stupidly: "How do you feel now."

"Do you still remember Pocrates?" Angell changed the way of asking, not to test "who am I", but "where did I come from", and used Pocrates to open and pry the other party's memory box.

The man's eyes were filled with a look of seeking praise: "Do you still remember Pocrates!"

Originally, Angel wanted to ask "Where will I go?", but the first two of the three major questions in life could not be determined, let alone the third one.

Angel thought about it and gently snapped his fingers-

With a crisp sound of knuckles, the man's eyes became blurred for a moment, and when he opened his eyes, he suddenly found that everything around him had changed. The boy in front of him just now disappeared, and he appeared in a snowy field... There was heavy snow in the sky, but he was naked.

The man's eyes were panicked, and he kept looking around, as if looking for someone.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and the man was getting colder and colder, shivering constantly. At this time, he followed his instinct and returned to the hunter's cabin. Although there was no snow in the cabin, the temperature was still very low.

The man was so cold that he shivered. At this time, he saw a mink coat on the bed, and there was a little doubt in his eyes. His eyes were blank, and before he could react, his hand took the coat first and wrapped it around him.

The temperature seemed to have returned, and the man immediately rushed out of the hut like a fly, looking around blankly.

At this moment, the man's eyes became hazy again. When he came to his senses, the heavy snow was gone, and his mink coat was gone, and he returned to his normal state again.

While he was confused, a strong wind blew from the forest.

The wind rolled up rotten leaves and dust, which blinded the man. He subconsciously reached out to cover his eyes to prevent more sand from blowing into his eyes.

Suddenly, a dark cloud floated across the gloomy sky. Unexpectedly, a lightning bolt struck the trees in the distance, igniting a raging flame. Looking at the flames in the distance, the man had a trace of fear in his eyes.

At the same time, heavy rain fell. The man was drenched in the rain, and his head turned around. He did not see the boy who had talked to him before, nor did he see the hunter's cabin.

The only thing he could see within his visual range was a closed umbrella. But the man finally ignored the umbrella and squatted under the shade of a tree and shivered.

Just as the man looked around helplessly, Angell appeared.

The man's eyes burst into surprise, and he happily rushed into the rain and came to Angell.

The man opened and closed his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, but there was some confusion in his eyes. What was he doing when he opened his mouth?

Seeing this, Angell sighed slightly, picked up the umbrella from the ground and handed it to the man.

The man was still confused holding the umbrella, and he stood there, doing nothing.

Angell shook his head and snapped his fingers again.

In an instant, all the heavy rain, wildfires, and the umbrella around him disappeared. They returned to the forest where the sun rose in the early morning and returned to the hunter's cabin.

Angell was still squatting on the ground preparing the barbecue, and Toby was flying carefree in the sky, as if nothing had happened before.

The man didn't have any doubts, and looked at Angell with a smile.

There is no doubt that the snow and heavy rain that the man had experienced before were all illusions set by Angell. From this illusion, Angell basically determined the man's memory impairment.

His event memory function must be impaired, because he can't remember anything in the past.

Furthermore, the man may not even have a complete procedural memory function. The so-called procedural memory, in short, is common sense. In the heavy snow, the man consciously avoided the snow and cold, which is human nature to seek good and avoid harm, and it can be regarded as instinct.

But in the heavy rain, he didn't know how to use an umbrella. This is common sense.

If he had never seen an umbrella, it would make sense that he didn't know how to use it, but Angel had seen umbrellas in Pocrates, and almost every household had umbrellas. Although Angel didn't understand, why did the inner world need umbrellas?

Common sense also disappeared, which is the damage of procedural memory, but fortunately the instinct did not disappear, and the damage of procedural memory was not to the worst extent.

In addition, the man's language memory seemed to be intact, but in fact his language logic ability was gone.

Now Angel can draw a conclusion for the man-

"You are not amnesia, you have become a fool!"

Of course, "fool" is Angel's angry words, and the real meaning is that the man is now like a blank sheet of paper, as simple as a babbling baby. What he will become in the end is still unknown.

Maybe he really became a fool, and he couldn't be taught no matter how he was taught. Maybe he will regain knowledge, re-establish the three views, and become a brand new person. But whether this brand new personality is still the same as before is another philosophical question.

...

Fortunately, the man's instincts of eating, drinking, defecating, urinating and sleeping were not lacking. He ate whatever Angel gave him. If he was not full, he would look at Angel eagerly.

When he was full, Angel was ready to continue his journey.

As for...this man.

Angel thought for a long time and took him with him. It goes without saying what the fate of a person who has lost his memory and common sense will be in the deep mountains and old forests.

Angel sighed helplessly all the way.

Originally, he expected this man to solve his doubts, but he didn't expect that he would not only solve his doubts, but also become a burden. Angel secretly planned in his heart that he would get rid of the burden when he found people.

While on the road, Angel was not idle either. He continued to stimulate the man in various ways, even using the most intense method. Angel simulated the illusion of Pocrates' destruction, and directly let the man face the cruelest and most profound memory...

This kind of stimulation had little effect on the man, because Angel had not really seen how Pocrates was destroyed, and he relied more on the twilight situation to construct the illusion.

It was not until Angel simulated the parasite and the colorful dragonfly that the man was stunned for a moment. However, in Angel's expectation, he fainted again.

After waking up, the man forgot everything again. This time, Angel simulated the colorful dragonfly again, but the man had no reaction.

"Excessive stress stimulation has caused counterproductive effects?" Angel rubbed his temples and finally gave up this stimulation method that was not recommended in medicine.

Later, Angel was too lazy to explore the man's past.

No matter what he had experienced in the past, it didn't matter. Since the brain asked him to forget, then forget it. Forgetting the painful memories and starting over is also a good choice.

Angel no longer deliberately asked the man to recall the past, but talked to the man about daily life. Even though the man can only repeat his words at present, this is also a process of practicing and accumulating vocabulary.

Although the conversation is boring, it makes the boring journey more interesting.

During this conversation, Angel discovered that the man's accent is very special.

His voice is very clear, like the breeze under the morning sun, warm and gentle, with a soft upturn at the end.

This accent should be the accent of a certain place. Moreover, Angel always feels a little familiar, as if he has heard a similar accent before.

But Angel thought for a long time, but couldn't remember who he had heard this accent from. Maybe it was an unfamiliar person, or maybe he had "heard" it once, so he didn't pay attention?

Even though Angel couldn't remember why this accent made him familiar, since the man could speak the common language so fluently, it also showed one thing, that the man must have used the common language as his mother tongue.

Even if he was just imitating Angel, if he didn't have the resonance of language memory, he wouldn't be able to speak the common language fluently.

For example, when Angel said a sentence in Chinese, the man imitated it for a long time, and the Chinese he imitated was completely lacking in "cadence", and Angel didn't even think that the other party was speaking Chinese.

So, this point can also determine one thing:

- The place where the common language can be used as the mother tongue is definitely the wizarding world.

As for where exactly in the wizarding world? Is it in the southern region? We can only confirm it when we meet people.

...

Since the man didn't recover his memory, Angel could only continue to walk along the river bank.

This walk lasted for two days and two nights.

At the end of the river, there is a huge lake, or should it be the sea?

Angel couldn't see the end of this water area at a glance, and they had no way to go for the time being, because a long green mountain next to the water blocked their way.

Either go around the mountain, climb the mountain, or wade through the water.

Going around the mountain is too far, who knows where it will go; wade through the water is the shortest way, Angel doesn't mind, but after all, there is a mentally retarded person around, so he still has to care about his disabled compatriots.

In the end, Angel chose to climb the mountain.

He had a vague feeling that there might be human habitation behind the mountain.