Every time this time comes, Hugo will ask him to do the same thing.

His memory was extremely cruel, and it had even formed a conditioned reflex, and he began to relive the scene of that night for him in detail.

"Then what did you feel?"

Hugo sat on a chair and made a cup of tea for Alex. If he was a weak reed, let him wither. If he was a brave man, let him find his own way.

"I don't know...no! I don't feel anything anymore. I can't feel anything anymore."

He didn't know the right answer at all, he just wanted to complete this daily routine as soon as possible.

"Is it……"

"People and their own will are separate. Even if I don't let you do this, deep in your soul, you are still eager to seize the dream and control and possess this illusory memory."

"You've wasted too much time in this smoky dream."

"This is a common human problem."

"Remorse comes from the contradiction between cognition and behavior."

"People do the most cruel things, but they don't have a cruel spirit."

"And the two slowly begin to unite in you, and you slowly begin to have this spirit, a cruel spirit, and even cruel treatment of yourself."

"Are you still scared now? Are you afraid of recalling that night?"

Hugo handed the tea to Alex while he flipped through the files. Today was indeed the time when the last of those people was released from prison.

"No, doctor."

"I am afraid of you."

He said this with a look of horror on his face.

"Well...you're recovering very well."

"Now I want to see how you behave next. You may even be discharged from the hospital today."

As Hugo said, as long as he has his certificate and signature, the patient can leave here at any time.

In the hell of repetition.

Alex.

Finally heard...new vocabulary.

"I'll behave myself, doctor."

Alex's eyes showed enthusiasm and he took a sip of tea. The chair was only half filled, and he sat upright with his hands on his knees.

"Such a long day."

"That dream, which is definitely not a fantasy, has caused you too much despair."

"And you made it through."

"The treasures in your heart are so swollen that they are about to burst out. Your mind has accumulated too many unopened ideas."

"Do you remember these people's faces?"

Hugo handed him the photo of the prisoner.

Alex will never forget these faces, even if they turn into ashes.

But at this moment...

He feels no fear.

He has long been accustomed to these faces, looking at them is like looking at a stone.

"I don't understand...doctor."

He was confused.

"All of these people have been released from prison, and some of them even have families. I can provide you with their homes. Your answer will determine whether you are discharged from the hospital."

"Alex, do you want to take revenge on them?"

Hugo asked coldly.

this problem.

Like lightning.

running through Alex's mind.

"No……"

"No……"

He was extremely hesitant. What was the correct answer? He fell into panic again.

Hugo could feel the sadness and pain spreading throughout his body. He suffered from the oppression of the illusion for endless days and nights, and his whole body felt uncomfortable. The fire of the entire universe was burning in his veins, and his soul was like coal buried in a boiler.

Boiling with intoxication.

The scent of new things was too strong, and his mind began to collapse, because he was about to cross that cursed night and start a new life.

"I want revenge, even on their infant babies."

Alex said expressionlessly.

Hugo could feel it, it was serious without laughter, it was a cruel body.

Bang bang bang...

Hugo applauded.

"Your mind and body are completely in sync."

"You are healed."

…

…

…

It was evening, and the dusk red glow in the sky reflected the entire sky.

Alex left the sanatorium wearing a suit and carrying a suitcase.

Hugo looked at his back.

He has completely overcome his cowardice, his illusions, his trembling body, and has completely eradicated and uprooted the source of the decay of mental illness.

Complete recovery.

Reason no longer has any power over his actions; a blind instinct makes the decision for his life.

This is the harmonious balance of the universe.

"Are you sure he has recovered? I just... felt that he was not normal."

The female nurse couldn't help but ask Hugo.

But Hugo ignored her at all, ignored her like a stone, and returned to the office.

The important thing is not the cure.

But live with the pain.

Just sink to the bottom.

There is no pain that cannot be eliminated.

because.

Extreme pain, like extreme joy, cannot last because it is too violent.

He returned to the office.

Found that there were missed calls on the landline phone.

He called back.

Twenty seconds later.

The call was answered, and as he expected, some things had to be dealt with.

"Confirm, is the location in Luo City?"

After getting a positive answer.

Hugo hung up the phone, took off his white coat and put on his own clothes, an inconspicuous gray leather coat and extremely simple dress.

Finally, he picked up a quaint pocket watch and put it into his inner pocket, left the office, and then filled out a leave application. Even though he didn't get any approval, he didn't care.

that's all.

Under the light of the seaside lighthouse, Hugo quietly left the health center and headed to the airport.

It's night in Auckland, the capital of sailing.
Chapter completed!