Chapter 317 Order Me to Kill

"Well...you said that you could hear some kind of whisper in your head from time to time in the past week."

"Sometimes this whisper would persuade you to give up the struggle and accept it all with peace of mind...Well, John, I think the adjective you used seems a bit inappropriate. How can it be called giving up the struggle and being at peace with yourself?"

George, the attending physician of the mental hospital, tapped the tip of his pen and said, "I prefer to call these behaviors letting go of guard and confusion, and embracing a new and beautiful life!"

He put on a standard formulaic but indeed gentle and harmonious smile that would make those who didn't know about it feel, and patiently explained like an elder brother who was persuading a lost teenager:

"John...I know that you always have a feeling in your heart. There are still many puzzles and doubts. In your impression, you were clearly participating in the war in Afghanistan on the other side of the ocean in the last second, but how come you suddenly woke up in Great Britain in the next second, and someone arrested and imprisoned you like a wild animal. "

"Put yourself in my shoes. If all this happened to me, I would be confused, panicked and anxious like you, John... But we must calm down and analyze this matter carefully."

"Let's discuss it heart to heart. John, what was your purpose in joining the army in the first place?"

"Let me make a bold guess. It must not be for honor and serving the country, right?"

The gentle doctor George may think of John Watson's background, He began to put himself in the other person's mindset and uttered vulgar words: "Who the hell is willing to work for those rich and powerful people?! When the cake was distributed, they took the lion's share, but now we civilians are going to the battlefield. This war is not even for defending the country, it is just to protect their interests!" Sure enough, the stupid John Watson in front of him was soon fooled, as if he was infected by George's performance and began to look a little indignant, and also cursed: "Doctor George, you are absolutely right! Who the hell is willing to work for those rich and powerful people!!!" "I joined the army just for money... Even if the soldiers' retirement benefits have been taken away by those damned people who should be hung The bureaucrats on the street lamps were so stingy that when the retired soldiers got their money, they only had a small share that was barely enough to feed and clothe themselves... But even so, even such a small amount of money was a pretty good income for us lonely street vagrants. "

"We orphans without parents can't compare to those rich kids who were born with a silver spoon in their mouths and open their eyes every day just to think about where to go to have a party tonight to have fun... We, the helpless and miserable people, must do our best to survive!!!"

John Watson was so moved that he couldn't help but burst into tears. Turbid tears slowly flowed from his only remaining right eyeball. He couldn't help but want to cover his face and cry.

But just by covering his face and hunching over, his chest without skin began to hurt again. Even with the protection of the smelly black ointment and bandages, his chest muscles were still extremely fragile, and any slightly larger movement would pull the injury.

Such pain also made John Watson feel more and more sad. He wondered what happened to him. If it was just a broken finger or arm, it would be fine. Why was half of his skin peeled off for no reason? Now even if he made a little movement, he would feel extremely itchy and stinging, as if countless poisonous ants were gnawing at his flesh and blood.

Seeing the patient's reaction, Dr. George became more and more convinced that his judgment was completely correct. As expected, when dealing with these people from the lower class of slums, you must communicate with them from the perspective of hatred for the rich and the noble, so that they feel that they are ordinary people from poor families like them... These are a group of idiots who cannot recognize the future. No matter how hostile you are to us upper class people, you can never change the nature of you lower class people.

"That's right, John, you join the army for money, not to experience the cruelty of war... although you have indeed experienced the cruelty of war now."

"But we have to think positively about everything. Although you are now injured, John, you will be fully recovered in a month at most with the caring treatment of our hospital."

"Compared to other soldiers who have broken arms and legs or even sleep in the ground, the price you pay is actually very small."

"And the reward for this price is extremely considerable! John, you often dream of galloping on the battlefield in your sleep recently. The appearance of the field... The content of your dream is not false, but real. "

George took out a document from the drawer, skillfully turned to a pre-marked page, pushed it in front of John Watson, and said with admiration: "To be honest, even if I think I have seen a lot, even so, when I saw your resume in the army, I was shocked... Such a conspicuous achievement is completely worthy of a Queen's Cross Medal!"

But to his surprise, John did not take his resume, which made George feel a little surprised... It seems that this hypocritical guy is still resisting another dazzling self.

He was not discouraged, but continued to use his professional skills to let the patient in front of him continue to let down his guard so that his words could be smoothly poured into the other's brain.

"Such a dazzling resume has achieved John's original goal beyond imagination. Even if the retirement pension has been greatly reduced, it is still enough for John to live a good life, let alone use this resume to find a job. , there must be a lot of companies willing to accept you as a war hero."

"As for the problem of memory loss in the middle, I personally think this is actually a good thing!"

"John, just imagine, if someone else does it for you every day when you go to work, you don't have to worry about the troubles and hardships at work, but the reward for your work is completely at your disposal... This is simply the case for everyone. What a worker’s dream!”

"And John, aren't you in such a state now? You have only endured a small part of the pain of serving, but you have accepted all the benefits of serving. Doesn't this mean that you have done nothing? A piece of honor and money just fell from the sky?”

"If it were me, I wouldn't be able to help laughing when I wake up in the morning!"

"Since there are so many benefits, why should we continue to be obsessed with amnesia, confusion, and other insignificant things... John, are you right?"

In fact, John Watson has already understood what Dr. George said, and it is indeed true.

But sometimes, it doesn't matter just what he agrees with, especially when his past experiences have left him with a deep sense of inferiority and lack of confidence. Even though he feels that he can enjoy all this with peace of mind, there is always something in his heart. He was uneasy, after all, he had never gotten such a huge advantage since he was a child.

But after listening to Dr. George's earnest persuasion, he felt that it was time for him to let go of his anxieties and uneasiness... He was still hesitant when a big pie came from the sky. How fucking hypocritical!

After thinking about everything, John Watson nodded heavily, began to take over the thick resume about himself on the table, and gratefully said to Dr. George: "Thank you, Dr. George. After listening to your words, I feel like I feel a lot relieved. I really shouldn't reject this huge gift... Don't worry, I will fully cooperate with the treatment and will never make trouble like the guy in the next ward. "

George nodded with satisfaction, but in fact he was thinking, 'Wasn't John Watson still crazy when he first came in, roaring every day that you damn Gaji believers should die! The nurses in our hospital put in a lot of effort to uniform you’

'Should I say it, I am indeed a secret cultist who has mastered the second-order heart sign and the first-order blade sign. Not only is he incredibly powerful, but he is also extremely energetic. He makes us noisy in the middle of the night so that we can't sleep at all. ’

'But even so, you finally knelt down under my hypnosis... Although Miss Holmes told us to find ways to restore your memory, who can tell clearly whether your memory was recalled by yourself or by us? Did you fill it in secretly? ’

‘In short, the goal of restoring memory can be successfully accomplished, so why bother with the details of the intermediate process? ’

George looked at John Watson, who had begun to browse his service resume seriously, and nodded slightly with satisfaction again.

In order to deepen the other party's impression, he specially added a large number of local records about Afghanistan to the resume document. I believe that combined with the military resume information provided by Miss Holmes, he will surely be able to construct an almost completely true story in this person's mind. Memory - those colleagues who worked hard late at night to perform the ritual, instilling memories into the mind of John, a secret messenger who was also a second-level lover without knowing it, was definitely not an easy task!

"By the way, John, didn't you say at the beginning that the whisper in your head would occasionally say something else? Then besides advising you to embrace a new life, what else would that whisper say?"

John Watson, who was immersed in his glorious resume information, replied without looking up: "Oh, it's nothing."

"That is to say, sometimes the whispers will become extremely noisy, as if there are countless sharp blades trembling wildly, like the swords buried in the ancient battlefield screaming crazily."

"But I can somehow understand the meaning of these weird vibrating blade sounds. They are shouting and roaring loudly... ordering me to slaughter this filthy lunatic asylum."

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Sebastian, who showed his ferocious appearance, pushed the girl with white skin and hair to the basement. On the disk in front of him was the gelatinous fruit that was as bright as gold.

His weird mouthparts like a pair of scissors opened and closed slightly, and he asked with a clicking sound:

"Father, is the plan to separate the doppelgangers going smoothly?"