Chapter 7 Part Six: The Three Little Pigs—Part Two: Multiple Personalities

About a month later, the "her" personality in the patient suddenly disappeared, and it was just after starting the drug treatment. In terms of timing, I don't think that's when the drug took effect. This kind of thing rarely happens, so I was asked to face the patient again.Although I kept repeating that I had never faced him, I was sitting in front of the patient again—even though it was not the same person. Through several contacts with him, I found that he is a very smart person.Be sensible and calm.In this regard, it is a complement to the missing "her".What's more: he clearly knew that this was multiple personalities.

Now the problem I am facing is: If "she" is really gone, it is easy to say, because it is this man who committed the crime, then he should be punished by law.If "she" is still there, any punishment will be against two people-I mean two personalities, which seems unreasonable.The reason for saying this is based on my personal emotional logic. If I have to use the law to speak... this is not easy to say. Most countries are relatively blank about this.Anyway, what I want to do is: to determine his unity, to facilitate his conviction, not to really find "her". He: "Is this the fifth time we have met?"

I counted: "Yes, the fifth time." He: "How many more times do you need to confirm?" Me: "Well... Maybe 2 or 3 times?" Him: "So long..." Me: "Are you eager to be punished by the law?" he is." Why do I?" He smiled: "Because I have a deep understanding of the crimes I committed, and I know that nothing can be redeemed, but my heart is very painful, so I sincerely look forward to the punishment of me, so that I can get out of this situation as soon as possible." A penitent pain. Is that justified?" I didn't smile, I looked at him coldly.

He: "Don't be so serious, do you want me to pretend to be crazy and escape legal punishment?" Me: "You may not be punished by the law, you can use all the dedicated doctors and psychologists, but even if you survive successfully, you will not be able to escape the punishment of conscience one day." He: "Why are you pretending to be a saint? Why don't you take this opportunity to kill me? Wouldn't it be enough to say that I am normal and that I am a mad murderer?" Me: "We are not saints, but we will do our duty instead of being defined by our feelings."

He fell silent. After a while, he looked up at me: "I killed her." I still looked at him coldly, but strong resentment was all my emotions at that time. He is also looking at me. After a few minutes, I calmed down.Because I found a problem: why is he eager to be punished by law?He should clearly realize that the end of his crime must be the death penalty, so why is he looking forward to death so much? Me: "Tell me, your motive." He grinned: "You are smart enough to be seen through by you." I'm not as smart as he said, but I still have this logical analysis.

If he doesn't kill her, then their shared body constitutes multiple personalities.The relatively special "case" of multiple personalities must be an important factor in sentencing considerations, and the final verdict is likely to be in his favor.But now he has killed her, that is to say, no matter what means, the personality has been unified.After unification, he can control this body alone, but the legal conviction after unification will obviously be against him. Why would he do this?To die?This goes against common sense.This is as absurd as if a person focused on rebelling first and then fighting, and was lucky enough to seize the world but not to become emperor but to completely destroy the country.And, as a rule of thumb, if you can't see the motivation, there must be a bigger motivation hiding somewhere deeper.This is the root of my doubts.

Me: "Tell me, your motivation." He looked at me seriously for a while, then sighed: "If I say so, can you help me die?" Me: "I can't give you this guarantee, even if that's what you and I both want, I can't do that." He looked at me seriously, no longer smiling: "Do you know why I like to tell her the story of "The Three Little Pigs"?" Me: "Is there a reason for this?" He didn't answer me directly: "What I'm about to tell you is true. Although you may find it bizarre, I think you will still believe it, so I choose to tell you. But before that, you can turn off the recording ?"

Me: "I'm sorry I have to drive, you know the reason." He sighed again: "Well, I'll tell you, all." I picked up my pen and got ready to jot down key points. He: "Maybe you only saw me and her, but I want you to know that we used to be three people. The original him is dead, and I didn't kill him." I looked up at him. He licked his lips and continued: "Let me tell you a real story about "The Three Little Pigs": the three little pigs lived in a big palace, and their life was very happy at the beginning. Good at things, one day two of the little pigs found a terrible monster coming in. So the two little pigs fought the monster together, but the monster was too strong, and one of the little pigs died. Before dying, they Tell the brothers who participated in the fight that I hope he can defeat the monster and protect the youngest little pig. At this time, the youngest little pig doesn't know the existence of the monster. So the little pig that didn't die in the battle took advantage of the complexity of the palace and the monster At the same time, he had to protect the youngest one, and even concealed the existence of the monster. It was okay after this. However, he was too weak, and it was impossible to defeat the monster. And the monster became stronger and stronger day by day, so that He couldn't do any work anymore, and he was concentrating on dealing with the monster. One day, the monster occupied one of the most important rooms of the palace. Although he was finally lured out, that important room was severely damaged. The palace Something went wrong and things couldn't be hidden anymore. But the youngest piggy was naive and didn't know what was wrong, so the piggy on the charge lied and said that the palace was under repair and that it was going to be all right. He She is still protecting her as much as possible, and often visits and comforts the youngest piglet in a short time, so as not to let her know the cruel truth... This is not a comedy... Finally, the monster still found out He killed the youngest little pig, and killed her... The last and only little pig swore to take revenge at all costs. He decided to burn down the palace and die with the monster... This is "Three Pigs" The real story of Little Pig."

Although he looked at me with a calm expression, the tears in his eyes couldn't hide his pretended calmness. I sat there, completely forgetting that I didn't memorize a word, and just sat there and listened to it in a daze. He: "That's my motivation." I tried to get my mind back to reason: "But your sister...but she didn't mention having two brothers..." He: "When he died, she was very young and couldn't tell us apart, and we were very similar..." Me: "Uh... this is unreasonable, there is no need to split a personality that is very similar to myself."

He: "Because he was lonely, his father died of drunkenness, it's not an honorable thing, people around him didn't sympathize with him, instead they laughed at him, so he created me. He swore he would be good to his children in the future, but He can't wait, so the innocent will come after me." Me: "How did the monster you mentioned come in? I can't understand this... this...personality invasion? I can't explain it." He: "I don't know, some things may never be answered... maybe this is a nightmare?" It's me who doesn't know now, and I don't know what to say.

He: "I understand that this may sound ridiculous. Be with yourself and love yourself. But if you were me, you wouldn't find it ridiculous." I feel my mouth is dry and my voice is a little hoarse: "Well...if...you can make that...monster emerge as a character, maybe we can cure..." I know I'm not confident. He smiled at me: "That's a cruel beast, and I only choose revenge." Me: "Is this all true?" He: "It's ridiculous, isn't it? But I think: very sad." I was almost paranoid trying to comfort him: "If it's true, I think we might have a solution." I understand how pale this is, but I really don't know what else to say. Not long after, when I was racking my brains on how to write this report, I learned that he had committed suicide. According to those who were present at the time, he suddenly hit the wall with his head desperately many times without warning, until he collapsed on the ground dripping with blood. He went out of his way to tell me that he wasn't lying, whether he was really crazy or not. After this incident, there is always a question that bothers me: what are the real boundaries?Is there a definition that fits all?What should be used to measure it? I always remember the last words he left in my voice recorder: "I really want to see the blue sky again."