Chapter 11 Chapter Ten: Birds and Beasts

She is a very special case.So far I don't think it can be called a case, because her situation is so special that I have never heard of it.Maybe it's an atavistic phenomenon, maybe it's an evolutionary phenomenon, I'm not sure what exactly, and even my deeper understanding of the cause of this case (probably, I'm not sure) is only two years after my contact with her owned. From the time I pushed the door, came in, sat down, took out the recording pen, notebook, pen, and looked up at her, she has been observing me with great interest. She is a 19-year-old girl who looks cheerful and beautiful.It feels straightforward and simple.Straight long hair shawl, mouth half open in surprise, looking at me full of curiosity.The combination of appearance and expression is simply cute.

When I pressed the recording button and found that she was still staring at me, I was a little embarrassed. Me: "Uh... hello." She froze for a moment, then recovered her senses: "Hello." Then she stared at me carefully with interest. I blushed: "You... Is there something on my face?" She was still watching with a half-smile: "Ah? What?" Me: "Is there something I didn't tidy up or did I get something stuck on my face?" She seemed to have looked at me carefully before she was sure: "No, there is nothing on your face." Me: "Then your expression...why do you keep looking at me?"

She laughed out loud: "It's really interesting, it's the first time I've seen a spider talking! Hahaha!" I was baffled: "I am a spider?" She came back to her senses completely, and still did not hide her surprise: "Yes." Me: "You mean, I look like a spider?" Her: "No, you are." I froze for a moment, then looked down at the instructions and descriptions about her. I didn't see that she had dementia symptoms, but only said that she had delusions. She: "Sorry, I didn't mean anything, it's just the first time I saw a spider. To be honest, I was shocked when you first came in, and I was a little scared, but when you closed the door, I didn't think it was scary. It was very cartoony, so much The paws are arranged in an orderly manner, and they are super cute when laying out the notebook! Hahahaha!" Seeing that her smile is not sick, she really couldn't help it.

Me: "Do I look like a spider to you?" She: "Well, but it's not derogatory, and I didn't say it on purpose. In fact, I know you think I'm sick, but I don't think I'm sick." She paused to suppress the next round of laughter before continuing: "I only found out a few years ago that I was the only one like this. I always thought everyone was like this." Me: "What are you like?" She: "I can see people as animals." Me: "Everyone?" Her: "Yeah." Me: "Are they all spiders?" Her: "No, not the same. All kinds of animals."

Me: "Can you tell me what animals are there?" She: "There are all kinds of animals. There are large animals as well as small ones. There are not many insects. This is the first time I have seen spiders, and I think they are fun, so I just smirked shamelessly for a long time. Don't mind." How could I care about such a beautiful and lovely girl? If I care, I also care about others—for example, the leaders of our hospital. Me: "I don't mind, but I want to hear what you're talking about in detail." Now she finally calmed down a lot: "I know you all can't understand, you think I might be sick, but I'm not afraid, the big deal is that I don't think people are animals, and it's fine. I don't think you have any malicious intentions, so let me tell you." Bar: When I was young, it has been like this since I can remember things. The people I see are double. If I look vaguely, the people I see are animals, unless I see them formally. You know what blurred vision is, right? It’s the kind of staring in a daze, feeling like there’s a ghost in front of your eyes..."

Me: "You mean mydriasis, right?" She: "Mydriasis? Maybe, I'm not familiar with your sayings, anyway, it's just a blurry look. Probably because I have been like this since I was a child, so I didn't think it was very scary. But it caused a lot of trouble. There is a teacher in our elementary school. , is a gorilla with turned nose! Hahahaha, he was so funny when he scratched the back of his head in class, he still likes scratching all the time, hahaha! I just laughed, but the teacher was not happy. At that time, I was young, and I couldn’t understand it. My classmates asked Why did I laugh? I said how funny it is that a gorilla scratches the back of his head. As a result, the classmates privately called that teacher a gorilla. Later, the teacher found out and asked my dad to go to school. He gave me a big meal. Back On the way home, I told my dad, and I showed him the lesson, and he laughed so hard. But then I told me not to call the teacher a nickname, but to respect the teacher..."

She talked and gestured excitedly about several things about her in elementary school, laughing and talking, and finally I had to interrupt her self-entertainment: "Wait a minute, I want to know if you see someone Other animals? Humans?" She: "No, they are all animals! Hahaha~" Me: "Can you tell me what animals your parents are?" She: "My mother is a cat. When my father and I got angry, the hair on the back of her back suddenly popped up, and her ears were behind her back. It was fierce; my father was a very big fish. I didn't know it. I knew what it was like. The one in the sea is very big, with big wings, big mouth, and no teeth... It's not really toothless, my dad has teeth, I mean he didn't have teeth when he was an animal. Big, no, not that big... ... Anyway, it seems to be a kind of fish that eats small fish or plankton, I have seen it in "Animal World" and aquariums."

Her expression is definitely not morbidly excited, and she is not hyperactive, it is a natural expression, very frank.To be honest, I began to wonder if I had a hearing problem. Me: "Then what kind of animal are you?" Her: "I'm a mole!" Me: "The mole? The one in "The Mole's Tale"?" She: "No, no, it's a real mole. The eyes are small, squinting all the time, with yellow hair, short, wet nose, pink, the front and rear paws are pink, and the nails are almost like shovels. Well, this is my least favorite." Me: "Can you see in the mirror?"

She: "Well, it's okay to look at it directly. I can't just look at my claws, because I don't like it. If there are no nails, it will be fine with pink claws..." She looked down at her hands with regret . I was holding the pen and didn't know what to write, so I had to ask: "Do you ever see people as animals? For example, certain moments?" She thought seriously: "Well... no, really not... that's right! Yes! I don't see photos, movies or TV. They are all people. I don't know why." I think I'm a little puzzled, so far she looks normal, without any signs of illness, neither irritable nor paranoid, cheerful but definitely not hyper.But what she said was incredible.I decided to start with myself.

Me: "What kind of spider do you think I am?" She: "I've only seen you like this, wait for me to see." After she finished speaking, she leaned back in her chair and began to look at me "emptily". I observed it, and she did indeed relax her eye muscles and dilate her pupils. She: "You... have patterns on your body, but they are all straight lines, as if painted... Your claws... No, the legs are really long, but they don't have the hair of a real big spider... You look like plastic." I do not know what to say. She: "Well, when you looked down at the paper in your hand just now, I pretended that you were weaving a web... Your eyes are really bright, like big light bulbs, and they can reflect light, and your mouth has no big teeth... You are that kind of ant... Two big petals like a grasshopper..."

I felt a little disgusted and interrupted her: "Okay, don't read, I think I'm scary." I looked down at the brief introduction to her carefully. She: "You are weaving webs again!" I raised my head: "What kind of net?" She stopped the "empty" state, and came back to think carefully: "Well... First, I pulled out a thread from somewhere, and then wrapped it around the front leg, and then pulled out another thread, and wrapped it around the front leg. On the legs, they are neatly arranged..." Me: "Soon?" She: "No, sometimes fast and sometimes slow." I suddenly realized that it was me who lowered my head and organized my thoughts. Me: "Just take another look, if I weave a web, tell me." I'm guessing she's seeing me weaving my web is me thinking, and I'm sorting out the possibilities one by one, hoping to find an explanation for it... She: "Knitting again!" I didn't read the materials or write anything, I was just thinking about it. Me: "I probably know what's going on with you. Have you ever seen any strange animals?" She: "No, I know all of them, but there are some that I can't name. It's strange... there really aren't any." ... I think she may have a special feeling, which is much stronger than that of ordinary people. The human beings she sees are directly reflected as some kind of animals.But I need to be sure because this is outrageous. It took about a few weeks later. I first checked some animal habits, and then got to know her parents. It was a little different from what I thought, but overall it was not far behind. Her "cat" mother is a cautious person, delicate, but her appearance gives people a casual feeling; her "fish" father is a manta ray (magic ray), usually slow, but relatively young in mental age, curious about everything .For the "mole", she is indeed more vivid.She looks cheerful, but she is actually the kind of timid girl who is sneaky and mischievous and makes trouble, and she is definitely not in the big trouble.Basically her personality.Out of curiosity, I asked her to meet a few of my colleagues, and I was surprised that every animal she mentioned was more accurate in grasping the personality of my colleagues. Thinking that her world is full of tigers, magpies, bears, rabbits, and octopuses, I feel somewhat envious. In the end, I couldn't define her as having any kind of mental illness, nor could she—it's all due to her cheerful personality.But I told her not to tell everyone about it, it might cause unnecessary trouble.But I didn't tell her that I aspired to her amazing talent. About two years later, a friend who studied medicine told me about a biological organ: the nasal vomeronasal organ (Fairmont olfactory organ, vomeronasal organ). This organ is found in many animals.It is a special sensory organ. Animals can collect residual chemicals floating in the air through the nasal plow, so as to judge the sex of the opponent, whether it is a threat or not, and can even be used to track prey and predict earthquakes.This is what people often say is the "sixth sense" that many animals have.Although humans still have this organ, it has been highly degenerated.I immediately thought of her self-description: Mole - Smell is far better than sight.Maybe she has a particularly well-developed nasal plow?Of course that was my wild guess.However, let me say a word of irresponsible emotion: sometimes what the eyes see is not necessarily true.