Chapter 5 Chapter 4: One is dead and the other is crazy

I gave a brief introduction of myself and how I had known him. When I finished speaking, the voice on the other side of the phone suddenly became urgent: "Please wait for me, I will come to see you right away." I froze suddenly: "Sir, you are in New Zealand, and I am—" That Mr. Peter Moore interrupted my words and said, "I've come to see you, I can get on the plane right away!" I couldn't help but feel a little horrified, thinking that something must have happened to George Moore, I hurriedly said, "What's wrong with Moya, is it because of something?"

The voice of Mr. Peter Moore was very urgent: "Yes, I am his father." I said: "I have already expected, what happened?" Peter Moore said: "He is crazy, I must come to see you, shall we talk about it after we meet?" When I heard the words "he's crazy", I was really stunned. I just said "yes" twice, and when I wanted to ask again, the phone had already been hung up, and I was still holding the phone. I stayed for a long time. My mind was really in a mess. At that moment, I could only think of two things. First, I thought, even if I didn't make this call, Peter Moore must come to see me, otherwise, He can't just hear my call and say he's coming to see me.

The second point is that I am speculating on the meaning of the three words "he is crazy" that Peter Moore said. Generally speaking, these three words may represent two meanings, one is that he is really crazy── Nervous.The other, it can be said that he has some whimsical ideas and practices. As a father, he will naturally use this word to describe his son. As much as I'm already disgusted with George Moore, I'd rather he had some kind of whimsical behavior that caused his father to say that about him.For Myrlon was dead.It would be horrific if Moa was really out of his mind.

I stayed for a long time before I gradually calmed down. Now, I seemed to have nothing else to do but wait for Peter Moore to meet me. I picked up the magazine again and read the magazine again and again. The report of Erlen's suicide. Mellon lives alone, and the luxury of his residence is staggering. Of course, it is expected that an outstanding diver like Mellon has a good income. Reports say he has had numerous girlfriends, but marriage never seems to have occurred to him, and he left a large fortune without a will. The author of this report conducted various investigations, and the only result is that Mellon had no reason to commit suicide, because he can be said to be the happiest person in the world.

If people who lived like Mellen had to commit suicide, there would be no one in the world who could survive. Mellon is not a thinker, a thinker will commit suicide due to mental distress, but Mellon is a complete hedonist, such a person would commit suicide in a high degree of enjoyment of life, it is indeed an incredible thing . I spent the rest of the day gathering some more information about Myerlan's suicide.At noon the next day, Peter Moore came. Peter Moore is a thin and tall middle-aged man. He is completely different from his son. I can tell at a glance that there is a considerable degree of sadness in his heart, but he is trying his best to hide the sadness in his heart. This kind of sadness, don't let him show it.

He was the successful type, and he seemed a bit like a no-nonsense banker.When he held my hand and looked at me at the same time, I could feel his piercing eyes, watching me. I asked him to sit down, and he immediately said: "It seems that we don't need to waste time. George came back three days ago. When I saw him, I could see that he was extremely confused. He was a different person. He didn't know anything. Didn't tell me, I want to know what happened!" He asked me so straightforwardly that I really didn't know how to answer. Seeing that I didn't answer immediately, he immediately said: "If you don't want to tell me, then I have no choice but to go to the United States and find Mr. Myron. I know the three of you are together!"

When he mentioned Myerlen, I was shocked, and then said: "Mr. Myerun is dead, he committed suicide." This Mr. Moya immediately opened his eyes wide when he heard what I said. He may have been polite, so he didn't speak immediately, but I can already see from his expression that his perception of me in his heart is determined. Not a compliment. It is a fact that Mellon committed suicide. Although I knew that Mr. Moore had doubts about it, I didn't need to explain it to him. I just turned around, took the magazine from the table, opened it, and handed it over. give him. He glanced at me first, then quickly read the article reporting on Myllen's suicide.

He didn't say a word, but his breathing became more and more rapid, and I waited for him in silence. Ten minutes later, he raised his head, his voice trembling: "It's terrible!" I said: "People commit suicide every day in the world. I don't think there is anything particularly scary, but I just think it is very strange." Mr. Moya put his hands on his knees and sat upright. It seemed that he was trying to calm himself down, but his hands were still trembling slightly. I said again: "You didn't understand clearly on the phone. , I want to know what happened to your son?"

A look of deep grief appeared on Mr. Moya's face, and he said, "He's crazy!" I didn't make a sound, and Mr. Moore added: "His nerves are completely deranged. The doctor in the madhouse said that he has never seen a more terrifying madman!" My heart was pounding: "Mr. Moya, although I don't know your son well, I'm sure he is a very confident and at the same time, a very strong person!" Mr. Moya smiled: "I have no objection to the two points you said." I said again: "People with such a character, generally speaking, can withstand blows and stimulation, and won't be insane!"

Mr. Moya stroked his face with his slightly trembling hands, looking very tired, he said: "But neurologists say that no matter how strong the nerves are, there is a certain limit to the endurance of stimulation, beyond this limit. , I can't stand it, and the consequences are even worse!" I smiled wryly: "Then, what kind of stimulation did he receive? Is it because he can no longer sail in the future, and the investigation court made an extremely unfavorable decision on his matter?" Mr. Moya shook his head: "No, he applied for adjournment of the hearing and it has been accepted. The date of the investigation court's judgment is today."

I muttered: "Then, what is it for?" Mr. Moore looked directly at me: "Young man, this is the reason why I came to see you, and the question I want to ask you, what is he for?" I had no choice but to smile wryly and shook my head: "I don't know, really, I don't know why Ma Erlun committed suicide, and I don't know why your son would go crazy, I can only tell you the story of the three of us together , but I believe that after listening to it, you will definitely not be able to find out the reason!" Mr. Moya said: "Then please tell me!" I paused for a moment, poured a glass of wine for him and myself, and then told the story. I started from how Captain Moore met me, but I told the story very briefly. On that day, Mellon went into the water first, I fell asleep on the canvas chair, and when I woke up, The process of finding that neither of them was on the boat, and later, the two of them surfaced again, is described in more detail. The reason why I have described this passage in more detail is because I think this is the key to the whole matter. That is to say, I think that when the two of them went into the sea, something must have happened to them──It must have been a terrible thing, which made one of them commit suicide and the other go crazy! After I finished telling the facts and expressing my opinion, Mr. Moore didn't say a word for a while, just drinking wine in silence. After a long while, I was the first to speak: "I really want to know how he is, I mean, how he is after he comes back!" Mr. Moya said sadly: "He couldn't support him enough to come back." I was stunned: "What do you mean?" Mr. Moore said: "The Maurice was discovered by a ship more than a hundred miles east of Sydney. The crew of that ship saw the Mauritian completely on the surface of the sea without being manned. Drifting, just approached it, got into the boat, and they were laughing when they saw him." I took a deep breath, and Mr. Moore continued: "The Maori was dragged back, and the doctor immediately confirmed that he was insane. After the examination, he was admitted to the lunatic asylum!" I stayed for a while longer before I said, "He's always smiling?" Mr. Moya shook his head and said, "No, I still yelled some meaningless and inexplicable words intermittently, and your name is also there." I straightened up: "One more thing, I don't know if you have noticed, he is a good captain, even when he was piloting the Maori, he kept a daily voyage diary──" Mr. Moya nodded and said: "Yes, I also know that he has this habit, so in order to find out what happened to him, it is best to look up his voyage diary!" I hurriedly said, "What's the result?" Mr. Moya sighed, and opened the briefcase he brought: "I brought the diary, you can take a look!" He handed me a diary. I am no stranger to this diary, because on the Mauritius, I saw Captain Moore writing in this diary more than once. I opened the diary and quickly turned over the front part, because that part was all about the uneventful, accident-free voyage.Until the day the accident happened. On that day, Captain Moya only wrote one word in extremely scribbled handwriting: "Return". For three or four days in a row, the diary was completely blank.Then, there were a few more sentences, which were not logbooks at all. He wrote: "Now I believe that anything can happen in the sea!" Those two sentences were written so illegible that they were almost unreadable, and then, for a few days, they were all written "Help me". It was shocking to see so many "Save Me", from which we can see that he suffered terrible mental oppression on the way back to the voyage, and he has been supporting him all the time, but in the end he couldn't support it any longer! His last sentence "Help me" was not even finished, but a long line was drawn on the notebook. It can be guessed that from that moment on, his spirit completely collapsed. I closed the diary, feeling too heavy to say a word. I'm trying to remember what happened that day.On that day, I clearly felt that after Captain Moore and Ma Erlun appeared in the sea, their expressions were very strange, and there was obviously something hidden from me, and it was because I was aware of this that I left in a fit of anger. of. But now I understand at least one thing, the two of them do have something to hide from me, but the motive for hiding it from me is for my own good! What they encountered at the bottom of the sea must not be something ordinary people can bear. I dare say that the reason why Merlon committed suicide was because he couldn't bear it, and the reason for Captain Moore's madness is naturally the same! The two of them definitely didn't want me to be infected with the unbearable terror, so as soon as they came out of the sea, they had a tacit understanding and never mentioned to me what happened in the sea! I thought for a while before I said, "What did the doctor say? Is he completely hopeless?" Mr. Moore shook his head: "The doctor said that for insanity, no one in the world can say with certainty when he will recover, but if he can be guided to tell the stimulation he has received, there may be much hope. In medicine, this is called 'causal induction'." I smiled wryly and said, "According to what you said, he is completely insane. Who can guide him to have a normal conversation?" Mr. Moya rubbed his hands and didn't look directly at me, but said: "Yes, the people who were with him that day." I said: "Me!" Mr. Moya turned his head to look at me and nodded. I stood up and said straightforwardly, "Okay, I'll go with you to meet him, hoping to help him!" Mr. Moya also stood up, grabbed my hand, and said excitedly: "Thank you, even if your trip didn't help his condition at all, I would also like to thank you!" Seeing Mr. Moya's situation, I also felt very sad, and said, "You don't have to say that, he and I are friends, and I can leave right away." Mr. Moya nodded repeatedly and left. The second time I met Mr. Moya was already at the airport. After the plane took off, Mr. Moya told me in detail about his son. The purpose was naturally to let me have a better understanding of Captain Moya. After the plane landed, the staff of the shipping company greeted Mr. Moya, and we went directly from the airport to the mental hospital. A mental hospital is a lunatic asylum. I really can't name any place in the world that is more terrifying than a lunatic asylum.This mental hospital was built on the mountain, passing through many places along the way, the scenery is indescribably beautiful, green mountains and waterfalls, flowing springs and green grass, just like a fairyland. Just looking at the appearance, the mental hospital is also very neat and beautiful. The walls are white, and there is a large grassland in front of it. There are many people, accompanied by nurses, walking on the grassland. These patients are naturally in milder condition.In a lunatic asylum, the most unbearable thing is the look of the patient, that blank, numb, lifeless look, it is really unbearable. I passed a girl who was squatting in front of a bunch of dandelions, motionless. Beside her, there was a nurse. The girl was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and she had lovely blond hair, but the blank expression she looked at the dandelion made people feel sad. I hurried across the grass and walked into the building of the hospital. There seemed to be a gloomy atmosphere in the mental hospital. This gloomy atmosphere was even more terrifying than the cemetery in the dark. The dead are buried in the cemetery, the gloom is just accompanied by death, but the lunatic appears alive in front of your eyes.As soon as we entered the lunatic asylum, we saw two big men full of thoughts, fighting for a piece of broken paper, each making a terrible cry. They must be at least forty years old, but looking at the situation, they seem to be four years old Same. A doctor in a white robe greeted him and shook hands with Mr. Moore. Mr. Moore immediately asked, "How is George?" The doctor shook his head and looked over to me. Mr. Moore introduced me again: "This is George's attending physician, and this is Mr. Wei. George once called his name!" The doctor shook hands with me, and he took us to his office first, and Mr. Moya briefly introduced me to Captain Moya. In the attending physician's office, I felt a little restless because I really wanted to see Captain Moa first. When I raised this point, the doctor frowned: "Mr. Wei, his condition has developed quite seriously now. When he is alone, he is relatively quiet. When he sees others, he becomes very nervous. horrible!" I frowned: "But since I'm here, I must see him, and hope to talk to him." The doctor thought for a while: "I suggest you observe him outside the door first. There are peeping devices on the door of our ward. What's your opinion?" It is certainly not my intention to ask us to spy on Captain Moa, but since the doctor said so, and he said it so euphemistically, it seems that there is something hidden in it, then we have to follow his intention! I nodded: "Okay, but I still hope to meet him directly!" The doctor sighed: "Then make a final decision after you see him." I looked at Mr. Moore. He had a helpless look on his face. I stood up and was still led by the doctor. We passed a long corridor. Both sides of the corridor were full of rooms. There was a "bang bang" sound, and in some rooms, repeated, monotonous singing sounded one sentence after another, which made people's hair stand on end. We came to a door at the end of the corridor. The doctor stopped at the door for a while, beckoned me to go, pointed to a small hole in the door, and I immediately put my eyes on it. There is a "viewing mirror" on the small hole, which is actually the kind of viewing mirror used in ordinary households, but it is installed in reverse, so that you can see the situation in the room from the outside. As soon as I raised my eyes, I saw Captain Moore. The furnishings in that room were very simple, and Captain Moya was sitting on a chair, sitting blankly. When I saw him for the first time, I was taken aback because he was a completely different person from the confident, cheerful, strong guy I met in the bar! Seeing him like this, I desperately pushed the door open. As soon as I walked in, I heard Captain Moya let out a scream, it was really a horrible cry, I closed the door immediately, and saw him lying on the bed, his eyes full of tears. Seeing the light of fear, he fixed his gaze on me, shaking his hands constantly, his face twitching, and intermittently said in a trembling voice: "No, no!" I really felt unspeakable sadness in my heart, I tried to put my voice as softly as I could, and said, "Moya, it's me!" Captain Moa's cry became more and more sharp, especially when I started to walk slowly, he was panting, and I could see that his fear was really coming from the depths of his heart Yes, beads of sweat kept oozing from his forehead, and his pupils dilated. I stopped five or six steps away from him, because I felt that if I continued to walk forward, I might scare him to death! He desperately shrank into the bed, one side of the bed was against the wall, he shrank all the way to the wall, and he was still desperately squeezing in. I sighed and said, "Why don't you even recognize me? You don't remember. We once took the Maori together to find the sunken ship!" He searched for the word "shipwreck", and just as soon as he uttered it, he let out another sharp hum, lowered his head, and buried his head in the bedding. I could clearly see the sweat on his back. In a minute's time, penetrate the clothes on his back! Since he buried his head in the quilt and couldn't see me, I could continue walking forward. I went straight to the bed, reached out my hand on his shoulder, and patted him lightly. I really can't say that I patted him, it was just that my finger flicked lightly on his shoulder, but he jumped up as if he had been stabbed by me. Immediately afterwards, his whole body rushed towards me! Although I have heard the doctor say that he will become abnormally fierce after extreme fear, but I did not expect that his coming is so fierce! When he suddenly rushed towards me, I can say that I had no precautions at all. I was hit by him and fell backwards. The two of us fell to the ground together. When I was about to push him away, I already felt Suffocation, my neck was tightly strangled by him! The sudden suffocation made my eyes go black for a while, and I almost passed out at that time. I uttered a vague cry, and immediately grabbed his wrist, trying to force him to let go of my neck, but he strangled me so hard, while strangling me, he said in a trembling voice: "You early Damn it, you should be a few rotten bones, why don't you die?" Although Moya spoke these few words in a terrifying voice that had completely changed his voice, and intermittently, I could hear them very clearly. He really said these few words. Naturally, of course, I couldn't think about what he meant by these few words. I only thought of one thing, that is, if I didn't try to make him let go of me, I would be strangled to death by him! I let go of his wrist, aimed at his chin, and punched him. This punch, I used a lot of force—I had to be strong, because if I didn't use force, he couldn't let me go.