My mental illness can't be cured by weird rules and rumors

Dr. Merlin, who was a little unbeliever, pressed the cigarette butt out of the wall, stuffed it into his pocket with his backhand, and walked to the bookshelf.

Holding the photo in one hand, he carefully examines and compares the appearance of the detective and Goofy.

Although the detective's face is full of wrinkles and gray hair due to the years, the facial features of the eyebrows and eyes, as well as the small black mole on the right cheek, are enough to show that the two are the same person.

"Is this you?"

"It's me."

Gao Fei nodded quite affirmatively, the person in the yellowed photo is indeed Detective Fei, that revolver is so familiar.

"How the hell could this be you!" Dr

. Merlin also felt that the old man who was called a detective by the people of Werther Town was the old version of Goofy, who had no specific name in the photo.

But there was one thing he couldn't figure out at all, the inhabitants of Werther Town couldn't die, and they couldn't get out of the town, and it became a place where they could only enter and not leave.

But

how can a man exist in two places

at the same time, in two times? This detective had died ten years ago, and was said to be over seventy years old at the time of his death, and there was at least nearly sixty years between the two!

"It's me, and I'm very old then.

Doctor Merlin, who was ???

pouting, looked curiously at Gao Fei who was standing in front of him with a look that wanted to slice and study it.

It's already very bizarre that Pandora particles can't affect him.

Now even the years can't control him?

Goofy was silent, not caring about Dr. Merlin, and reached out to hold the photo of Detective Fei in his hand.

The misty fog seemed to escape from the ruins behind the detective, and the photographs and everything in front of him began to slowly become blurry.

......

Standing in front of the ruins, the masked man tightened the rusty long knife in his hand, watching the detective fly out of the grave, and he couldn't let down his guard.

In this barren and barbaric world, human civilization has almost been exhausted, and what motivates people to go on is the animalistic desire to survive.

Sometimes bass has to fight or even kill others for a bite of food and safety.

To be honest, until now Beth struggled to adapt to the bloody scenes of cannibalism, and every time he had to kill someone else, he would stay up all night.

In the dream, the dead man turns into a ghost, breaks into his or her mind, and asks himself over and over again, why do you want to kill him or her?

morality is an irrelevant burden in this barren and savage world, this is the consensus of the inhabitants of the wasteland.

The bass, who is too burdened, seems to be out of place with other people because of his strong moral concept, and often wanders alone and shuttles through the ruins, just to find peace in his heart.

Sometimes he even thinks that dying without pain on a windless and rainless day may also be a relief.

"You don't have to think too much about it, if I wanted to hurt you, you'd be a corpse by now. The

detective flipped open his collar, revealing the brand-new revolver inside.

In fact, at this distance between himself and the other party, if the detective Fei wants to make a move, he doesn't even need to waste bullets.

The two quickly approached and could knock each other down with a single punch.

A long rusty knife doesn't pose much of a threat to yourself.

Bess stared wide-eyed at the brand-new revolver like a work of art, and looked very surprised: "You're from the

Brotherhood of Steel!" "No! You're not from the Brotherhood of Steel! Because even from the Brotherhood of Steel, you can't get such a new revolver!"

Hearing this unfamiliar name, Detective Fei understands that this ruinous and barren world seems to be hiding many secrets.

He slowly approached Beth and motioned for him to lower his long knife.

The moment he saw the revolver, Bess gave up struggling.

Whether it is the revolver that can easily take away his life, or the physical fitness of the Iron Brotherhood that is different from ordinary people, the man in front of him is definitely not something that he can deal with alone.

Or it should be said that even if you are in a group with others, on the premise of not sneaking up, you will not be able to get even the slightest benefit from waiting for seven or eight idle people.

Of course

, Bess would later regret his stupid idea, because once he had seen Detective Fei's skill and acumen, he would know one thing.

Even if it is a sneak attack in a group, seven or eight people are definitely not the opponent of Detective Fei.

"Tell me what the world is like.

"This is not the place to talk, the pollution outside is too bad, you come with me."

After confirming that Detective Fei had no malicious intent, Bess thrusted the long rusty knife into the rag bag next to his leg.

After fumbling in it for a while, he took out a piece of cloth that was not black and looked like a handkerchief and handed it to Detective Fei.

"Covering your mouth and nose with this, although the effect of blocking pollutants is far less than that of cleaning the mask, at least it will allow you to inhale less.

"There's no need for that. "

After coming to this world and taking the first breath of air, Detective Fei noticed that there was a dirty thing in the air of this world that affected the body and lungs.

If not surprisingly, it is what the other side calls a contaminant.

However, after the substance was inhaled into the body by the detective, it only had some hot discomfort at first.

And now, the body has fully adapted and has not felt any discomfort.

Although it is not clear the specific reason, one thing that Detective Fly can be sure of is that the pollutants floating in the air in this world cannot affect themselves.

"Don't you feel particularly uncomfortable?"

"It's fine.

"Oh! I see! I've heard that the men of the Brotherhood of Steel are so extraordinary because they have been infused with a strange potion. That potion must also contain ingredients to protect against pollutants, so it will have little effect on you. No

matter how Bess guesses, he knows that the other party guessed wrong.

Detective Fei was still silent, and did not intend to explain too much, but looked at the surrounding environment, and extracted and collected as much information about this strange world as possible from the other party's words.

His intuition told him that this world was the real world in which Werther Town was located.

In that strange tomb, it seems that there is not a single person, but the glorious past of the human civilization world that was once intact.

Walking deeper along the dilapidated ruins, gravel, bricks, bare and rebar, blackened rotting flesh, and the horrific bones of animals, humans, and even some species that had never been seen before, were scattered on the ground or in the corners.

The scene of desolation and loneliness can be seen everywhere, nearly two-thirds of the tall trees are in a dead state, and only occasionally some green grass can be seen on the ground, and the indescribable death silence envelops almost any place.

Bes's thin arms and sunken eye sockets indicate that he has neither eaten or drunk well in recent times, nor has he rested well.

"It's rarely visited, so it's relatively safe.

"There are so few people here because of the extreme lack of resources. Detective

Flypoint broke Bess's extremely euphemistic statement, and no matter how you looked at the neighborhood, it was hard to see that there was a rich source of food.

It's not that there are few people who come, it's probably that others don't want to come to this poor place at all to waste their time.

"Every piece of borderland in the wasteland is almost barren, and everyone lives on emergency food and hunting, not particularly polluted by contaminated animal meat. At that time, there are some places that are exceptionally rich, but without exception, those places are occupied by other organizations, and if they want to eat, they will either exchange supplies or fight for their lives.

"Why don't you try to join

them?" "Hehe!"

Beth sneered and shook his head slightly: "Join them, by killing other people, robbing other people's things so that you can survive?"

"So your life plan is, wait for death?" It

is often said that if you are not even afraid of death, then nothing in this world can do anything to you.

The worst outcome is nothing more than death.

There is nothing wrong with this statement, but it does not apply to all contexts, and suffering and suffering accumulate to a certain extent, sometimes far more terrible than death.

Death is a given, and you know where it is, but suffering and suffering often come in many ways.

"Living in such a wasteland world, dying is far easier and simpler than surviving.

"Maybe. "

Detective Fei doesn't intend to say some heart-warming chicken soup to try to heal and move the other party, so that he can ignite a roaring flame of vitality.

Before you don't know what the world is like and what Bass has experienced, these clichéd words will most likely only be reduced to useless moans.

If a person feels the value of existence, he will do everything he can to survive without being persuaded by anyone.

But if a person is numb to his heart and can't feel the value of his existence, no matter how nice it sounds, it will become extremely harsh.

About ten minutes later, Bess flew with the detective and stepped into an underground parking lot that had been abandoned for many years.

Descending along the road, you eventually came to a small dark room that appeared to be the innermost and suspected to be the rest room of the security personnel.

After fumbling behind the door for a while, Bess lit the burning fire in the middle of the house.

The dusk flame remained as good as new, as it had been for the first time, bringing warmth and light to illuminate the dark abode.

The room was very small, with only a hole left in the window, and the shelves and glass were nowhere to be found.

The furnishings are even simpler, with old dark and dirty clothes piled up in one corner, and bedding that is about to reflect on the light.

In another corner, there was a half-cut wooden cabinet, wrapped in plastic with meat of unknown color, emitting the smell of decay.

Probably not only is the meat stored by Bass rotting, but his life is almost completely rotten.

"I've heard people say that the Garden of Eden is like paradise, where there is everything, and you are certainly not Xi to this kind of ghost place.

"It's okay. There

was hardly any clean place to live in the room, so Detective Fei had to take a relatively flat piece of dry wood and put it under his buttocks, and sat on the other side of the fire.

Bass shrugged and rummaged through the cupboard where the food was stored.

Carrying the rotten, sour smell of meat, he hesitated for a moment and put it down.

Push open the cabinet, remove a few bricks, and pull out a cookie box with cookies.

The box was covered in dust and rubble, and when opened, it made the same grinding sound that only a machine in disrepair could have.

"I don't have much to eat here, so you can eat this. "

In the rusty edge of the tin box, there are a few cookies that are still intact.

The detective glanced at it, and there were about seven or eight pieces, as well as some crumbs of biscuits.

Compared with the other food in the bass cabinet and the location where the bass is stored, he knows very well that this is definitely the most precious food of the other party, and even a "luxury" that he is reluctant to eat on weekdays.

Glancing at Bess deeply, Detective Fei probably understood Bes's situation.

An overly gentle and kind heart, incompatible with the barren and savage world, makes Bass lost in it and unable to heal himself.

"Thank you. Detective

Fei did not refuse the other party's kindness, and took a cookie from the box and stuffed it into his mouth.

Most of the biscuits are because they have been left for too long, they are very dry, and they have a powdery taste when they melt in the mouth, which is quite unpalatable.

If you want to make a person feel worthy and want to live well, you might as well accept the kindness of the other person and let him see that he can help others.

Sometimes it's like looking for pieces of a puzzle for each other.

We discover and find the shining or bleak fragments of life from each person, and then combine the collected fragments into our own character, story and life, and finally piece together ourselves.

Seeing that Detective Fei didn't dislike it and ate the cookie, the happy bass also took out a cookie and stuffed it into his mouth, enjoying the happiness brought by the sugar.

What makes him even happier is not the sugar, but the fact that he finally met someone to talk to.

"I think I misjudged before, you're not from the Brotherhood of Steel, are

you?" "See?"

"Well, along the way, the way you behave and speak reveals a strangeness to this place. So...... Are you someone who escaped from the Garden of Eden and has never seen the world?"

"I'm not sure if I escaped or if I was sent out on purpose, but on the whole, you were right.

"Can you tell me what the world is like? In return, I can tell you what the world is like.

"Of course, there is no problem, but I don't think it should be a transaction, just a conversation between friends. "

Friend......

Listening to this familiar and unfamiliar word, Bess couldn't help but be in a trance.

In such a world, can you really find friends in such a world?

Two people sit across the fire, telling each other about the similarities and differences in each other's worlds.

In the mouth of Detective Fei, Bass seems to see heaven, a harmonious coexistence between people, and a warm civilized world.

In Bes's mouth, Detective Fei learns of the world's misfortune, a global pollution caused by a leap in technology, which eventually leads to the disappearance of civilized society and the outbreak of an unprecedented super-large-scale war.