Chapter 18 chapter Ten

Dr. Kohler said, "How unfortunate that you lost two friends at once. I didn't know that the girl died." Liz was silent for a long time before saying, "It wasn't reported in the papers. Her death was seen as a Accident." "Can I ask a question?" Liz looked at him questioningly. "Did you hear someone calling for help?" "What do you mean?" "I wondered, did it ever occur to you, Keryl, that a young girl would always yell if she was being chased by a giant like Hurubek?" "Maybe she called. Maybe I didn't hear. I didn't—"

"The cave is very close to where you found her, isn't it?" Kohler pressed. "From what you've described, I—" "Yes, it's very close to me, but..." She felt as if she was being questioned in court, and tried to calm herself down. "I don't know. Maybe I don't remember. It's a possibility, isn't it?" "Of course. Post-traumatic disorder. Likely." Liz had mourned for Robert, but it was the death of the young girl that grieved her most.She never knew she could have such deep affection for a young man.Liz's face appeared again in front of Liz's eyes, and she suddenly realized that Kohler was asking her a question.He was asking about the trial.

"Judgment?" she repeated softly. "Well, I went to court early." "only you?" "I won't have Owen with me. I want to separate the Indian Sacrifice from my family. Owen and Dorothy are together for a day. She's a widow anyway. She needs comfort more than I do." The first time Lise saw Hurubek in court was six weeks after the murder.Hurubek was not as tall as she thought.He squinted at her, grinning at the corner of his mouth, revealing a weird smile.Liz was sitting behind the accuser, a young woman, but facing Hurubek.He lifted his hands cuffed to his chest as high as he could, his eyes were fixed on her, his lips were twitching.

"It's called dysfunction," Kohler explained. "It's caused by the antipsychotics." "Whatever it was, he was scary enough to look at. He was even scarier when he opened his mouth. He jumped up and said, 'Conspiracy!' 'Revenge!' Like that. I don't remember exactly." He had apparently had fits more than once before, because everyone, including the judge, ignored him.Hurubek looked calm as she walked past him.Chattingly, he asked her if she knew where he was at ten-thirty in the evening on April 14th. "April fourteenth?" "yes."

"The murder happened on the first of May, didn't it?" "yes." "Do you know what happened on April fourteenth?" She shook her head.Kohler jotted down a few words. "Please continue." "Hurubek said, 'I killed a man...' Maybe I don't remember exactly. He seemed to say, 'I killed a man. The moon was blood red. From that day on, I was Victim of a conspiracy—'" "President Lincoln was assassinated!" Kohler looked at her with raised eyebrows. "What did you say?" "Lincoln was assassinated in the middle of April?"

"Seems." Kohler took some more notes. Lise said: "Hurubek said, 'I've been bugged and tracked. They tortured me.' He sometimes spoke incoherently, and sometimes he sounded like a doctor or a lawyer." Liz is the main prosecution witness. "The accuser asked me to tell the court what happened and I did as she said." She was terrified of being questioned by the defense lawyer, but she was never questioned.Hurubek's lawyer said only "no problem".She spent the next few hours in the hallway. "Was the trial long?" Kohler asked.

Not really long, she said.Defense attorneys did not dispute that Hurubek killed Robert.He pleaded by relying on Hurubek's insanity -- a state of mind in which Hurubek didn't know he was committing a crime.The defense lawyer took out the hospital's report and certificate, which was read aloud by a staff member. The lunatic has been sitting in the dock, lying on the table, sometimes laughing, sometimes muttering, and writing and drawing on the paper, writing one after another.She didn't pay much attention at first, thinking that Hurubek was just scribbling.It turned out later that Hurubek wasn't as crazy as he seemed—it must have been then that he took Liz's name and address.

The court acquitted Hurubek on the grounds that he lacked the ability to think normally.According to Article 403 of the "Mental Health Law", Hulubek is determined to be a dangerous mental patient, and he will be imprisoned indefinitely in a state hospital and checked every year. People start leaving.Hurubek yelled suddenly, drowning out the buzzing chatter of the audience and journalists.He overturned a bailiff and jumped onto his chair.He raised his arms above his head, the cuffs clanging.He screamed.His eyes met Liz for a moment, and Liz was stunned.The guards subdued Hurubek, and a bailiff escorted Liz out of the courtroom.

"Did he say anything while standing on the chair?" "I remember him just howling like a beast." "The newspaper article says he was shouting: 'You are Eve of Betrayal.'" "possible." "do not you remember?" "Can not remember." Kohler shook his head. "I treat Mike Hurubek once a week. One time he says, 'Treason, betrayal. She asked for it. She came to court herself. She asked for it. It was a betrayal. Eve was a .' I asked him what he meant by that, and he seemed disturbed, as if he had given away a great secret, and said nothing more. After that he mentioned betrayal several times. You can guess whether he What do you mean?"

"Sorry, I can't guess. Sorry." "and after?" "After the trial?" Liz took a sip of her espresso. "I have suffered greatly." The sensation of the trial has passed, and Hurubek is admitted to the Masdan mental hospital, and Liz resumes the life before the tragedy.At first her routine seemed unchanged—teaching summer school, going to the suburban club with Owen on Sundays, working in the garden.She may be the last to realize that her life is out of order. Sometimes she forgets to take a shower.Sometimes she forgot the names of the guests she herself invited to parties.When she looked down in the school corridor, she would find herself wearing two mismatched shoes.Instead of talking about Pope, she talked about Dryden and scolded the students for not previewing their lessons.Sometimes when she was lecturing and talking, she suddenly found others looking at her in embarrassment, and then realized that she must have said something wrong again.

"It's like I'm sleepwalking." Owen was patient at first, but then he couldn't bear her numbness and forgetfulness.They often quarrel.Owen travels more often.Except for class, she always stays at home and does not go out.The insomnia became more and more serious, and it was often impossible to fall asleep for a moment in a row for 24 hours. Dorothy became a widow overnight, her face was haggard and pale, and she didn't smile for two months.But she held on.Owen cited her as Liz's example several times. "I'm not like her, Owen. I'm sorry." In July Dorothy sold her house and moved to the Jersey Shore.She didn't cry at the farewell, Liz did. But she gradually recovered. "As far as I know, Mike Hurubek's hallucinations have something to do with American history," Kohler told Liz. "Especially the history of the Civil War... 'Tyrants deserve what they deserve,' that's what Booth yelled after he shot Lincoln." "'Tyrants deserve what they deserve,' is also the motto in Virginia," added Liz, a teacher. "April fourteenth was the day of the assassination." "What does President Lincoln have to do with him?" Kohler shook his head. "Mike was very reluctant to talk to me about his hallucinations. A word slipped out now and then. He didn't trust me." "You are his doctor, doesn't he believe you?" "Especially don't trust doctors, that's the hallmark of the disease. He's paranoid. Always accuses me of defrauding him of information to the FBI or other secret service. He has a core hallucination that I never quite figured out .I think it had something to do with the Civil War, the Lincoln assassination, the cabal, etc. Or something else that he thought had something to do with the Lincoln assassination. I can’t tell.” "What's the point of his hallucinations?" "Because that's at the core of his illness. To be able to explain to him the root of all this suffering," Kohler said. "People with schizophrenia spend their entire lives searching for meaning in life." Who is not like this?Liz thought. "This is still a very controversial issue," the doctor said.He said others thought he was a bit of a deviant.Liz felt that when he described himself in this way, he showed a little smugness. "Schizophrenia is a physical disease, like cancer and appendicitis, and must be treated with medicines. No one disagrees with that. But my disagreement with my colleagues is that I think schizophrenia can be treated very effectively with psychotherapy disease." "I can't imagine that Hurubek would talk to you about his childhood while lying on the hospital bed at your request." "Freud said the same thing. He said that schizophrenic patients should not be treated with psychotherapy. Most psychiatrists agree with this statement. The current practice is to sedate patients, force them to accept reality, and teach them to eat in restaurants. , wash their own clothes, and then release them from the hospital. Yes, for patients like Hulubek, it is not possible to use the method of self-narration in the hospital bed for analytical treatment. But some psychoanalytic treatments are also very effective. Severe patients can also achieve a high level of self-care. "Most psychiatrists always assume that schizophrenic patients are talking gibberish and that their hallucinations are meaningless. I think almost everything they say has meaning. The more we use our normal way of thinking to translate What they say, the more they feel like they are talking nonsense. However, if we try to understand the meaning of what they said, the door opens for us. For example, the patient claims to be Napoleon. This is a common hallucination in schizophrenic patients I'm not going to try to convince him I'm not Napoleon or greet him in French when I see him. I'm going to try to figure out why he thinks he's the Emperor of France. Nine times out of ten there's a reason. Once Find the cause, and I have the key to the door. This method has had excellent results—some patients are sicker than Hurubek." Kohler said despondently: "I'm about to go deep into his heart, and I'm about to die." It worked...and this happened." "When you put it that way, he looks like an innocent man." "He is indeed innocent. Those four words are used precisely." Liz said angrily: "How can you beautify him like this? He is just a walking dead, a killing machine out of control." "Not at all. Mike was depressed by not being able to achieve what he thought he could achieve. The result was what we call madness. For him, hallucinations were his comforting explanations for the fact that he was inferior to others." "You said his illness was not anyone's fault." Liz pointed at the dark clouds in the sky. "The storm is no one's fault. But we will try to stop the storm if we can. We should also stop Hurubek from doing harm. He should... be locked up and the key thrown away." She almost said, should Grab him and kill him with one shot. "He's nothing but a psychopath!" "No, he's not. Psychopaths and schizophrenia are two different things. Psychopaths can lead normal social lives. They have jobs and families, but they have absolutely no morals and emotions. They are evil people. Psychopaths Will kill you without batting an eye for taking his parking spot or refusing to give him ten bucks. Mike Hurubek doesn't kill people like you or me unless it's, say, self-defense .” After a while, Liz said, "We have different opinions." "It's getting late. I've already used up the twenty minutes you allowed." He stood up and walked to the kitchen.Walking to the back door, he asked, "There's one thing I still don't understand. Why did he say you betrayed? What does 'betrayed Eve', 'revenge' mean?" "I think it's because I've been a witness against him in court." She spread her hands, saying that it couldn't be more simple. "Is that true?" "It seems to be. I don't know." Kohler nodded and fell silent.After a while, he came up with some new ideas and asked, "There's a big parking lot outside the town, isn't it?" She thought she had heard wrong. "What did you say? Parking lot?" "Large, with lights on. Sells Fords." "Yes, there's a Clipperman's." "Where is the location of the garage?" "Half a mile out of town. On Route 236. Just over that hill to the east. For what?" "Just ask." She thought he would explain, but he said nothing.It seems that this interview, or the interrogation, is over.Khloe stood up and thanked her.Liz wondered, what useful things did he hear from her? Is there something he didn't say? "Doctor," Liz asked as she touched his thin arm as she went out, "please tell me, how likely is it that Hurubek will come here?" Kohler stared at the sky. "Possibility? They might find him soon enough. Even if they don't, he couldn't have come all the way alone. But if you ask me, I think you'd better go to the hotel you mentioned. " The ambulance and the police car arrived at the same time, their flashing lights giving the trees an eerie metallic sheen from below.Brakes screeched, and the yard was filled with uniformed men and women, along with equipment, stretchers, and electronics with lights flashing.The medical staff rushed towards the old house.The policemen ran with long-handled flashlights in their waists. Owen Aitchison sat on the steps by the kitchen door, which was still open.He rested his head on his hands and watched the medical staff run to the door.One of them asked him, "You called 911 and said a woman was injured?" Owen nodded. "Where is she?" "In the kitchen," Owen said lazily. "But you don't need to worry." "What's the matter?" "I said don't worry. She is hopeless."