Chapter 13 Chapter Thirteen Hell

Bobby walked the nine blocks at a stretch, back to the parking lot.Walking, it really helped a little, my heavy head felt a lot better, and my churning stomach also eased a lot.He took the car up New Riverside Road, north of town, over the Deer Creek Highway Bridge, where he nearly crashed yesterday on the way to Glenhaven. In the autumn colors of yellow and red, the gray Glenhaven Mental Hospital looked like a castle isolated from the world. Looking at its cold and severe appearance, Babi felt shuddering.To try to forget this hellish feeling, he secretly said to himself, this gray thing is nothing more than a rational checkpoint to resist the unknown thinking world.

He parked the car in the gravel parking lot behind the building, then walked around to the gate in front of the building. A lawn surrounded by tall shrubs in the distance, and in a casual glance, Babi stumbled upon a sick man.Walking on the lawn with the support of two nurses in white, he suddenly held his breath. The patient was Rowena Monrique. She was dressed in black to resist the autumn chill, black gloves, black scarf, and black coat; when she suddenly turned her head, Babi felt that her black lenses were just facing him directly, and he It seemed that she felt her consternation and hesitation.

Immediately Rowena continued to walk forward, with her body upright, lonely and aloof, although there were two nurses beside her, it was still pitiful.Babi thought it necessary to talk to her.Her troubled memories might still have answers to all the questions that would help solve the mysteries in his own mind. On a whim, he turned around and walked in the direction of Rowena. He really wanted to help her, but also to help himself.Perhaps they were both haunted by the same coincidences, contradictions, and paradoxes, and the truth would set them both free. Rowena and her nurse continued walking along the river to the brightly colored woods.Bobby ran towards them through the bushes and across the dew-soaked grass, his heart pounding with excitement.

"—my dog?" he heard Rowena's shrill, eager voice. "Why don't you let me greet poor Turk?" The tall nurse held her bony arm and said, "Mrs. Monrique, if you want to say hello, just say hello." The short nurse said to her patiently, "But that's no use, really. We told you the dog's dead. You'd better forget—" "I don't believe it!" her voice became shrill. "I can't believe it. I need Turk here. Please call Miss Alford and ask her to place an ad in all the papers with a big reward." .” "That doesn't work either," said the little nurse softly, "because a fisherman got Turk's body in the river yesterday morning, under the river bridge. He gave all those silver collars to the The police. We told you last night, remember?"

"I remember," said Rowena sadly. "I just forgot—because I needed Turk so badly—that they would come and kill me in the dark. I needed Turk to alert me and protect me." "You don't have to worry, Mrs. Monrick," the tall nurse assured me cheerfully. "They won't be here." "But they will come," Rowena yelled, breathless, "you don't know, when they come, you can't see them. I warned my husband to beware of all Dangerous. I was young enough to believe what I knew - until they killed my husband - but now I know they will come. Walls can't stop them, nothing can stop them except silverware , and you left me nothing of silver."

"But you have those beads and bracelets," said the short nurse reassuringly. "Besides, you're safe here." "They've already tried to kill me once," Rowena murmured dejectedly. "Poor Turk saved me, but now he's dead and I know they're coming again. They just want to keep me from warning Sam Quinn—but I'm going to tell Sam." Rowena stopped speaking abruptly, clutching the tall nurse's arm tightly.Babi, who was following behind, stopped immediately. He had no intention of eavesdropping on their conversation, but he couldn't help but be too surprised by what he heard just now.Rowena's dog must have died in his first dream.

"Please, Nurse," Rowena pleaded. "Call Sam Quinn to the Foundation, won't you? Tell him to come to me?" "I'm sorry, Mrs. Monrique." The tall nurse spoke softly. "You know why we can't call you. Dr. Grann said that it's not good for you to have visitors until you recover. If you relax and cooperate with us to recover soon, you can see who you want to see. See who—" "There's no time!" Rowena interrupted the nurse rudely, "I'm afraid they will come to kill me tonight, I must let Sam know." She turned to the short nurse and begged suddenly, "You can't Send me to the Foundation? Now?"

"You know the rules here." The nurse refused. "You know we can't—" "Sam will pay you!" Rowena was a little out of breath anxiously, "and, he would be more than happy to explain it to the doctor—because my warning could save his life, and many more lives— —” Her high-pitched voice broke, and then she began to sob, “Get a cab—borrow one—steal one!” “We'd love to help you, Mrs. Monrick.” The little nurse said somewhat He said condescendingly, "We can help you deliver a message to Mr. Quin." "No!" whispered Rowena, "not with a message."

Babi took a breath, then walked forward, trying to strike up a conversation.The two nurses turned their backs to him, but Rowena suddenly turned her head to face Babi, who could clearly see the sadness and anxiety on her face.Full of sympathy welled up in his heart, his eyes were blurred with tears, he really wanted to help a bunch of Rowena. "Why not, Mrs. Monrick?" asked the tall nurse. "What could hurt Mr. Quin?" "Someone he trusts." Rowena choked up. Babi sucked in a breath of cold air and stopped in his tracks. These words were like some ominous omen lurking in the darkness.Suddenly, he was speechless, as if something was stuck in his throat.

He took a few steps back and stood still on the wet grass.The conversation between Rowena and the nurses was still pouring into his ears. "A man whom Quinn considers a friend." Rowena groaned. The short nurse looked at her watch and nodded to the tall one. "Mrs. Monrique, we've gone far enough." The tall nurse said in a cheerful tone, "It's time to go back. You're tired, you should sleep for a while. If you still want to see Mr. Quin this afternoon, I think , the doctor will allow you to call him." "No!" Rowena cried softly, "That won't work."

"Why?" asked the nurse, puzzled. "He must have a phone, doesn't he?" "Our enemies all have phones, too." Rowena's voice was hoarse, "Those demons disguised as humans! When I was speaking, they eavesdropped. When I wrote, they intercepted me. Turk trained to sniff them out, but now it's dead, and my dear Mark Dead, no one can believe it except Quinn." "You can trust us." The tall nurse said happily again. "However, we must go back now." "Great." Rowena replied calmly, "I'll go back—" As she said that, she turned around obediently, but when the nurses were about to breathe a sigh of relief, she suddenly pushed them away and tried her best to break free and run away. "Hey, Mrs. Monrique, you can't do this!" The nurses chased after them in panic, but Rowena's movements were so quick that she actually ran a distance and left the nurses behind. Bobby thought that she might be able to run to the woods on the upper river. He almost forgot that Rowena was blind. , can't see the way.Unfortunately, after only running more than ten meters, Rowena tripped over the faucet of the watering lawn and fell hard to the ground. The nurses carefully helped her up, took her thin arms gently but firmly, and led her to the ward.Babi really wanted to rush up, but the nurses beside him were helpless. Rowena's seemingly crazy behavior coincides with Babi's dream, and the lucidity hidden behind Rowena's madness shocked Babi greatly. "Hello, sir." The tall nurse greeted warmly, while still holding Rowena firmly, "what's the matter?" "I just parked the car in the parking lot." Babi said, pointing in the direction behind him, "I'm looking for Dr. Gran." "Please go back through the bushes, sir." The tall nurse smiled vigilantly, "There is a road on the other side of the ward, which leads to the front door. The lady in charge will arrange a pre-diagnosis for you." Babi barely heard what the nurse said, he kept looking at Rowena.As soon as Rowena heard Babi's voice, she immediately froze and stood between the nurses in a daze, as if petrified. The sunglasses are gone, probably because they fell off when he fell just now, the eye sockets are exposed, black holes, and the already terrified expression is even more indescribable. "It's Willy Barbie." Barbie didn't want to talk to Rowena any more.What I heard just now was enough, no matter what Rowena said, it would only make Babi fall deeper into the magic net of darkness.He was afraid of what Rowena might say - but he couldn't seem to control his will. "Tell me, Rowena—what warning did you give Sam Quinn?" Rowena faced Babi, the black clothes made her look thinner and haggard, she stepped back tremblingly, as if her eye sockets full of scars saw an unbearable horror scene. She was shaking so badly that the nurses had to hold her bony arms.Her bloodless lips parted as if to cry, but no sound came out. "Why did that black cheetah in Nigeria attack you?" Babi didn't know how to ask such a question, it didn't sound like his own voice, "What kind of cheetah is that?" Rowena's pale lips were tightly shut. "What exactly is Professor Monrique looking for—in Nigeria, and in Alashan?" Babi knew that Rowena would not answer, but a series of questions came to his mouth automatically, "What did he and Sam bring back?" What's in the crate? Who's trying to kill them?" Rowena still shivered and backed away, shaking her head like a rattle. "Stop it, sir!" the little nurse stopped him sharply. "Don't bother our lady. If you really want Dr. Grann, go to the front door." Rowena was still shaking, and the nurses had to help her away. "Who is the hidden enemy?" Babi was still following closely, asking questions one after another, "Who is the killer in the dark? Who will hurt Sam Quinn?" Rowena tried hard to shake off the support of the nurses. "Don't you know, Willie Babby?" Rowena's low and trembling voice was as frightening as her scarred face. "Don't you know what's wrong with you?" Babi was so shocked that he was speechless. "Sir, you'd better leave it at that." The tall nurse warned, "If you really have something to do, please go to the front door, and if you have nothing to do, please go away immediately." Speaking of which, the nurses took Rowena away half-armed and half-dragged.Dejectedly, Babi went back to the clearing beyond the bushes, trying not to think about what Rowena meant, hoping that Dr. Gran could help. In the quiet and solemn reception room, the dark-skinned reception lady like an ancient Egyptian princess gracefully raised her head, stopped the work at hand, and smiled dreamily at Babi, welcoming him to this majestic palace.Bobby was still shaking; he couldn't forget Rowena's horrible face, and he couldn't get rid of the fear that had haunted him for so long, the fear of insanity, the fear of the asylum. "Good morning, Mr. Babi." The Egyptian princess was gentle and gentle, "What can I do for you today?" Babi cleared his throat, but the voice was still barely audible, and he told Miss Jie to see Dr. Grant, "He's still busy." The lady's voice sounded sincere, "If you're here for Mrs. Monrick , I think she is doing well now. But I'm afraid you won't be able to see her. Dr. Grann isn't allowing anyone to visit, not yet," "I saw her just now." Babi quickly explained, "I don't know how well she is recovering, but I still want to see Dr. Gran." Babi suppressed his emotions, "Yes——for --Myself." The young lady's smile is pleasant, like comforting in the haze. "Can Dr. Bazin? You know, he's a clinician. Or Dr. Delsey? A neurologist. They're both here, I'm sure—" Bobby shook his head. "Tell Dr. Grann I'm here." He interrupted the receptionist rudely, "Tell him that I helped a little white she-wolf kill Mrs. Monrique's dog. I think he'll see me sometime." The receptionist turned around gracefully. Her long head always made people feel a little strange. With her ivory-like slender and white fingers, she nimbly tapped a few buttons on the switchboard of the Zhuang telephone, and then whispered into the microphone. muttered for a while. Then she turned her big black and clear eyes to Babi, and said calmly, "Mr. Babi, Dr. Gran is waiting for you." Her voice was as sweet as running water, "Please wait a moment, Nurse Grace will bring you You went." Nurse Grace was a stocky, horse-faced woman with blond hair and short-sighted glasses. She nodded to Babi, as if she was challenging Babi, like the kind of strict person who makes people take bitter medicine and let people say they like it.Babi followed her down a long, quiet corridor into a small consulting room. Nurse Grace spoke with a strong nasal voice and raised her voice, and asked Bobby a series of questions, who was responsible for paying the medical expenses, what diseases he had before, how much alcohol he drank, etc., and then wrote Bobby's answer—— In a blank form, and then asked Babi to sign, Babi did not look at it, and did as she said.She had just filled out the form when the door opened behind her, and she stood up and said cheerfully to Bobby, "Dr. Gran is coming." The famous psychiatrist was a tall, handsome man with wavy black hair and serene brown eyes.He held out his tanned but well-kept hand and smiled affectionately at Babi.Babi stared at him with a strange forgotten familiarity.Of course he had seen Dr. Grann when he was writing a lecture on doctors for The Star.Only that one time, he thought to himself; yet, he couldn't rule out a sense of closeness that existed long ago. "Good morning, Mr. Barbie." There was a rare deep serenity in the doctor's voice. "Come here, please." The doctor's office is elegant and clean, very inviting, with nothing to distract attention.There are two large leather sofas, an examination bed, pillows covered with white pillow covers, a small table with a clock, ashtray and a vase full of flowers, high bookshelves stacked with large medical monographs, and A period of "Psychological Analysis Weekly", through the shutters, you can see the colorful forest, the quietly flowing river, and the curve of the highway. Babi didn't make a sound, and sat awkwardly on one of the sofas. Gran sat casually on another sofa and lightly poked a cigarette on his thumbnail, looking like a seasoned doctor.What Babi wondered was how, when interviewing him for those lectures, he hadn't had the kind of closeness that he had felt when he was interviewed for those lectures, and now the closeness had suddenly developed into a real liking. "Smoking?" Gran asked. "Is there anything wrong?" The doctor's calm demeanor encouraged Bobby, who blurted out, "Witchcraft!" Gran didn't look surprised or surprised, just waited for Babby to go on. "I'm either bewitched by evil spirits or mentally ill." Babi said desperately. Gran exhaled a thin puff of white smoke. "Tell me in detail." "It all started on Monday night at the airport," Babi began in staccato staccato, gradually becoming a natural narrative, "this red-haired girl came up to me, and I was waiting for Dr. A line of flights—" He talked about the process of Monrik's death, the brooch on the kitten's heart, how the rest of the archaeological team were worried and carefully guarded the wooden box brought back from Asia, how he turned into a wolf in his dream, and how he had a relationship with Ai Pu. Lou ran, Turk's death—all the while his eyes were on Gran's smooth dark face, which was always professionally sympathetic and calm. "Last night, doctor, I dreamed again." Babi was eager to tell Gran everything. "I felt like I was a tiger, a cat tiger with sharp canine teeth—it was all so real. Again. This girl was with me, and she directed me. We chased Lex's car up the mountain road, and then I killed him at Saadine Hill." The process of telling the nightmare and the scene after waking up were not as strong as they felt at the time, Babi thought, it was Gran's calm and calm mind that calmed him down.After speaking, his hoarse voice began to tremble again. "Lex is dead—just like I killed him in my dream." Bobby searched desperately for answers on Gran's face, which was still so kindly and handsome. "Tell me, doctor," Babi begged, "how could dreams be so similar to reality? Do you think I was really bewitched and killed Lex last night, or am I really out of my mind?" Asher Gran crossed his fingers slowly. "Mr. Barbie, it will take a certain amount of time." He nodded solemnly, "Yes, it will take quite a while. I think it will take at least a few days to arrange for you to stay in Glenhaven first. Only in this way can we help you." Babi stood up from the sofa trembling. "But what's going on?" he yelled manically. "Did I really do what I dreamed about, or am I really crazy?" Gran was still sitting on the sofa.Looking at Babi motionlessly, his eyes still so calm and serene, Babi slumped on the sofa weakly. "The truth is often unimportant, it's just that our thinking gives them too much content intentionally or unintentionally." Grann's tone was steady and slow, "Among all the events you mentioned, there is one point that is very meaningful. Dr. Monrick's fatal asthma attack, to Lex's car accident, and even the death of Mrs. Monrick's dog, all have a natural explanation, an almost flawless explanation." "That's what drives me crazy." Babi squinted at the doctor, trying to find some kind of echo from his seemingly indifferent appearance, "Everything may be a coincidence—but, can it be a coincidence?" Babi He raised his voice very high, "How could I know about Lex's death without any sources?" Gran let go of his crossed fingers, picked up another cigarette, and tapped it lightly on his thumbnail. "Mr. Babi, sometimes our thinking will deceive us, especially when our subconscious mind is under the pressure of thinking, we are likely to reverse the chronological order of the details of things, or reverse the causal relationship, such thinking disorder , not necessarily insanity. Freud wrote a book, you know, a whole book on everyday psychopathology." After speaking, he slowly picked up a flat gold lighter and lit a cigarette. "Mr. Barbie, let us analyze your situation calmly without drawing any hasty conclusions. In my opinion, you have put too much pressure on yourself to adjust to a job that is not well suited to you. You admit to drinking too much , you must have realized that if things go on like this, one day people will collapse, one way or another.” Babi sat motionless. "So, you think I'm—insane?" Gran shook his head cautiously, his haircut was beautiful. "I didn't say that—but I do think, Mr. Barbie, that you're putting an undue mental burden on yourself. Because our brains aren't as simple as a machine, and our mental states are not as simple as white, Black is black, and some degree of insanity happens to be completely normal. In fact, if it wasn’t for that, our lives would be pretty boring, pretty boring.” Babi writhed unhappily on the sofa, "So, let's not draw conclusions blindly, let's talk about it after we have done a comprehensive physical and psychological examination." Gran shook his head lightly, and carefully wiped out "However, I can say this now that Miss Bell has obviously disturbed your mind - and Mr. Freud calls love a normal insanity." Babi squinted at him and asked, "What do you mean?" Gran crossed her perfectly manicured fingers again. "Mr. Barbie, all of us have hidden, subconscious timidity and guilt in one way or another." He explained in a very casual tone, "These subconsciouss have existed since childhood and have been with us. lifelong. They need to be interpreted, to be deduced, in ways we often do not expect, and even the most sane and thoroughly normal human beings have certain subconscious motives. "In your case, the combination of extreme fatigue, emotional intensity, and excessive drinking has disrupted your usual conscious self-control -- and memories that have long been hidden in your subconscious have taken the opportunity to To find an opportunity to perform a performance, and to bring it to life in the form of a dream, or even in the form of a hallucination while you're awake, don't you think it's possible?" Babi shook his head, feeling very uncomfortable, tossing and turning on the sofa, looking at the hillside covered with autumn leaves on the other side of the river.Beside the quietly flowing river, there is a golden corn field; the silver weathervane on the windmill is shining in the sun. For Dr. Grann's indifferent and tactful analysis, Babi suddenly felt a hatred in his heart. He hated this small consulting room, hated Dr. Grann's thinking theory, and he would never reveal all his privacy and fear.The longing for the infinite power in the dream, the longing for freedom from the bondage, suddenly became very strong. Gran's deep voice continued. "Probably with regard to Mrs. Monrique's current mental state, you blame yourself to some extent, unconsciously of course—" "I don't think so!" He immediately interrupted Yi Niu, "How is it possible?" "Your such a fierce refutation just added more evidence to my speculation." Gran smiled unhurriedly, "I told you just now that it will take time. We need time to trace the main complex of your emotional world. However, the general trend is already clear." "Oh?" Babi was taken aback, "What do you mean?" "Unbeknownst to you, you studied anthropology in college and learned quite a bit about primitive beliefs in magic, witchcraft, and lycanthropy. This background is enough to explain your weird subconscious tendency to express. " "Maybe," muttered Bobby, unconvinced, "but why do you think I blame myself for Mrs. Monrique's illness?" Gran's kind eyes suddenly became sharp. "Tell me—have you ever considered killing Dr. Monrique?" "What?" Babi straightened his back, looking confident, "Of course not!" "Think about it, have you ever done it?" Gran's tone was firm but gentle. "No!" Babi retorted angrily, "Why?" "Did he never hurt you?" Babi twisted his body uneasily in the plagiarism. "Many years ago, when I was still in college—" he hesitated, his eyes looking at the bright autumn colors outside the window, "when I was about to graduate, old Monrik suddenly changed his attitude towards me." He could only tell the truth, "When the foundation was formed, Sam Quinn, Nick Spinwick, and Lex Sturt were all members of the foundation, and he singled me out, and I never knew why. For that, I did Not happy for a long time." Gran smiled and nodded, showing a very satisfied look. "That's right, you must have had some kind of hope that Dr. Monrik would die—a subconscious act, don't forget—to calm your unhappiness. You longed to kill him, And he did die in the end. Therefore, you have a sense of guilt, because the subconscious logic has no concept of time. " "I don't understand." Bobby stiffened and muttered in a low voice, "That was more than ten years ago, besides, I'm telling you, I blamed myself for Mrs. Monrique's illness, and I didn't How many contacts." "Subconscious behavior has no concept of time." Grann explained patiently. "And you didn't understand me. I'm not saying that you are responsible for Mrs. Monrique's tragic illness. I'm just making a point." From the particulars you have told me, I do have an assumption that you might blame yourself for her condition." Babi blinked his eyes in disbelief and asked, "Why?" Dr. Grann continued calmly: "Her present breakdown is evidently caused by the tragic death of her husband. If you subconsciously believe that you are responsible for the doctor's death, then, naturally, you must also be responsible for the death of the doctor." Madam felt guilty for her own nervous breakdown." "No!" Babi stood up, trembling all over, "I can't accept—" Instead, Dr. Grann nodded happily and said, "Indeed." He said kindly to Barbie, "It's not acceptable when you're conscious. So the guilt complex penetrates into your subconscious—in the subconscious. In this state, with the memory of anthropology taught by the doctor as a hotbed, this complex has been properly displayed." Babi stood silently. "Forgetting is not the answer." Dr. Grann's gentle brown eyes seemed unfathomable, "The mind must punish every task we fail to perform. This is a natural justice mechanism in the subconscious—sometimes almost is a cruel, parody of justice—it is blind and inevitable." "What justice?" said Barbie angrily, "I don't understand—" "That's the problem." Grann nodded very friendly. "You don't understand, just because you can't face it—but that doesn't stop your subconscious from doing what it wants. Obviously, you're You blame yourself for Mrs. Rick's nervous breakdown, and your latent guilt demands punishment for this guilt. It seems to me that your subconscious has arranged all the dreams and hallucinations to give a satisfactory explanation for Madame's breakdown - however, at the expense of your own sanity. " Gran looked at Babi with a smile, obviously satisfied with his analysis. "Don't you see the blind justice in it?" "No, I can't see it." Bobby shook his head uneasily, "Even if I saw the trick, it wouldn't explain all the problems. There was also the dream of the tiger, and the death of Lex. Mrs. Rick's subconscious thinking activities are unlikely to involve Lex. And Lex has always been my good friend." "However, he is also your enemy." Gran said very patiently, "He, Quinn and Spinwick were all absorbed into the Foundation, you told me, but you were ignored. This It's a brutal blow, don't forget, you must have been jealous?" Bobby took an exasperated breath. "But not to the point of murdering people!" "Of course not consciously." Gran said slowly, "However, the subconscious mind has no moral code at all. It is utterly selfish, completely blind, time has no meaning to the subconscious mind, and contradictions are completely ignored. Had bad wishes, and he died. So, you will have to bear the guilt that comes from that." "It's so convincing!" Babi said impatiently, "It's just that you forgot one detail—I was dreaming first, and I learned about Lex's death later." "I know you will think so." Gran agreed, "but thinking under external pressure will reverse the causal relationship. Perhaps, you only fabricated the dream after learning of his death. .It's just a reversal of effect and cause; perhaps, you wish him dead." "Why should I wish him dead?" "You know he's going to drive over Sardis Hills," said Grant quietly. "You know he's going to be tired and in a hurry." Gran narrowed his eyes and continued, "Tell me, do you know about the brakes?" Babi scowled. "Nora told me the brakes needed adjustment." "Do you understand now?" Grand said, nodding his head victoriously, "You are subconsciously paying attention to every possibility. When you were sleeping, you already knew that something might happen to Lex on Mount Sardis." "Probability." Babi muttered in a low voice, trembling all over, "You may be right." Dr. Grann fixed his mild brown eyes on Barbie and said, "I am not religious, Mr Barbie - I am against any supernatural theory. My clear philosophy is based on irrefutable science, but I Believe that hell exists." Gran laughed. "Everyone has an imaginary or real sense of guilt. In order to relieve the pressure of guilt on us, we have to create our own hell for ourselves, and then release the demons we have created. Go to hell and use self-torture to relieve this guilt. My job is to explore the hells of my own making and unmask the demons. Usually these demons are far less terrible than we think. The wolf or the tiger in your dream is a demon of your making, Mr. Barbie.I hope they're less scary now," Babi shook his head hesitantly. "I don't know—those dreams are very real," he went on, somewhat bitterly. "Doctor, you are very clever, but this situation is not just a hallucination. Sam Quinn and Nick Spinwick Keeping a close watch on the contents of that wooden box. They are still fighting desperately against something, although I don't know what it is. They are my friends, doctor." He swallowed hard, "I think Help them—not want to be a tool of their enemies." Gran nodded seemingly satisfied. "Your intense emotion just supports what I just said—however, we are still in the preliminary exploration stage. You should not rely too much on what I said." He moved his body slowly and looked up The clock on the wall said, "That's it for now, if you want to stay, I'll see you tomorrow. I think you'd better rest for a day or two, and then we can do a full inspection." Gran nodded toward the door, but Babi sat still. "I'll stay, doctor." His voice was shaking violently, "but now I have a question to ask." He said, watching Gran's face, "April Bell said to me , she once consulted you. Do you think she has—has special powers?" Doctor Gran stood up gravely. "Professional ethics do not allow me to talk about the condition of any one patient." He said, "If I can give you a general answer, I can tell you that I have investigated tens of thousands of so-called psychic patients together with my father. Induction medical records, but still waiting for the first case that can overturn the ordinary laws of nature." After speaking, he walked decisively to open the door, but Babi still sat still. "The only really scientific study of ESP and psychic energy is at Duke University," he continued, "and they have published experimental results on ESP and mind manipulation probabilities that are quite convincing. However, they demonstrate the existence of the experiment of the soul. From experimental means to statistical means are extremely wrong. " He shook his head regretfully, his expression very serious. "My view of the universe belongs to the category of strict mechanistic philosophy. Any phenomenon in the universe is formed by the explosive cosmic energy that constitutes its phenomena, and this explosive cosmic energy comes from the original superatoms. It is indisputable whether we are talking about the creation of galaxies or the tendency of human beings to live in fear and awe of God. Some famous scientists have tried to demonstrate that human free thinking has the ability to manipulate, or supernatural的神圣力量具有创造性的能量，但面对诸如海森伯的测不准原理这样的机械论观点，则都是漏洞百出，其令人悲叹的程度，真的不亚于巫师把水偷愉洒在地上，而谎称是祈求上天后降下的雨。巴毕先生，要知道，各种各样的所谓超自然能量，都是幻想，是由于情感的倒错，对客观事物观察的错误，以及无逻辑的思维造成的。” 格兰微笑着，神色平静而充满着期望。 “我这样说你感觉好点吗？” “是的，医生。”巴毕伸手握住格兰医生有力的大手，又一次感到一种疑惑的亲切感和认同感，好像他俩之间存在着某种被遗忘了的，但非常牢固的关系。巴毕想，格兰医生将会是自己的坚强同盟。 “谢谢。”他小声但极其热烈地说，“这正是我想听到的，”