Chapter 348 2, Trainees

"It's the same, we're all the same~"

"Same birth, same death~"

"Same mediocrity, same ordinary~"

"Same background, same job, same life~"

The strong man whistled, hummed a ditty, and drove the car with his hands on the steering wheel. While driving, he looked at Hoffa in the rearview mirror, as if admiring his confusion.

In the sky, there was continuous drizzle and cloudy clouds, showing no signs of stopping. The tires made several water marks on the street and finally stopped in front of an old church on the outskirts of London.

The doctor unwrapped Hoffa's wrist, pushed him, and pushed him into the church. During this process, Hoffa wanted to resist several times, but his fists were no match for four hands. Those abilities he was proud of disappeared without a trace at this moment, and it was even difficult for Hoffa to determine whether they existed.

Did I really remember wrongly?

Hoffa was a little shaken in his heart. Maybe there really was no magic, or maybe he was really just a patient with some brain problem. Thinking about it this way, the vague pain seemed to be lighter. If magic really didn't exist, then he should be much easier.

However, even though he could think so, he always felt that there was something wrong with this. It seemed that he came to this place to deal with some task, a very important task.

With vague doubts, he was pushed into the church. The statue in the church has long been abandoned, and it has been converted into a hospital-like place at this moment. Many doctors wearing white trigrams shuttle back and forth in the church, wearing masks, and some people still have some red stains on their gloves. What did you do to get it up. At the upper end of the church floor, a group of soldiers with guns and helmets were patrolling back and forth.

"Hey, don't do this to me. Watch out I turn you into a bug!"

Someone is talking loudly.

Hoffa followed the sound and saw a crazy-looking bald old man rushing out of the church, running wildly, pointing at the people behind him with a wooden stick, and muttering words, but this behavior It's useless.

Soon, the crazy old man was thrown to the ground, and several doctors firmly pressed him down. While snatching the wooden stick in his hand, he injected some injection into his neck.

Hoffa looked at the old man under the pressure of several doctors, his eyes widened. He vaguely felt that he seemed to have seen this old man somewhere, but he really couldn't remember where.

"Bach?"

Seeing Hoffa, the old man who was pinned on the ground screamed hoarsely. He struggled and twisted, and shouted in shock: "Why did you come here, why did you come here, why did you come here Here we come.!"

Hoffa couldn't remember who the other party was, but his shouts were full of sorrow and unwillingness, which was shocking. What exactly he was talking about, Hoffa didn't know. The doctor behind him controlled him, and walked quickly towards the depths of the church.

Hoffa turned his head three times at a step, and the cries behind him became smaller and smaller. Soon, the struggling old man fell into a deep sleep under the action of the injection. He was also picked up by several doctors and walked deep into the church.

Deep in the church, two doctors took Hoffa to a closed hall, which was surrounded by high glass partitions. Inside the glass partition, sat a group of people of his age, dressed in uniform, quietly sitting on rows of carpets, waiting for inspection. Some men in white clothes slowly walked past them, asking them questions as they walked, and taking notes while asking.

Among the quiet group of peers, a short-haired girl sitting on the carpet saw Hoffa walking past the glass curtain wall and stared at him curiously. Aware of that look, Hoffa and her looked at each other.

The girl wore glasses, and she looked very demure and delicate, but with just one glance, the invisible pain almost made Hoffa unconscious. He twitched all over his body, and almost wanted to turn around and escape from this terrible place.

His impulsiveness immediately alerted the doctors, and they grabbed Hoffa's arm tightly to hold him in place. The strong man who led Hoffa here was also extremely nervous. He said to the doctor next to him, "Quick! Take him to the healing center, and don't let him get lost again."

"Yes." The doctor replied.

I don't know how long it took before Hoffa came back to his senses from the sharp pain of the glimpse. He sat behind the table in a daze, staring stupidly at the pattern on the table in front of him and his pale hands.

A doctor in a white coat sat at the table in front of Hoffa, knocking rhythmically on the table. While knocking, he said routinely: "Hoffa Bach, right?"

"Maybe"

Hoffa murmured uncertainly.

"You have been accepted by this court for three years, and you have fled since then. In the year before last, someone observed you appearing in Downing Street in London, and then you disappeared. Excuse me—"

The doctor sat up straight, and asked coldly: "Where did you go after that? What did you do in the past two years?"

Hoffa looked up at the doctor in bewilderment. Seeing his extremely serious appearance, he couldn't help being even more confused. He couldn't remember where he went or what he did.

"Say it quickly! If you don't tell me, don't blame us for taking some tough measures against you!" the doctor threatened. A nurse came in from outside the room, pushing a small cart with electric discharges, which looked dangerous.

Seeing the car, Hoffa shuddered, and blurted out: "I seem to have become an official, got married, had a few children, and then retired early."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he was stunned. The smooth glass wall behind the doctor reflected his young and pale face, which was obviously not an age for marriage and childbirth. Moreover, the blurted words caused severe pain in his stomach, he opened his mouth and vomited bile and stomach acid on the table, the severe pain was so cruel that he even hugged his head and screamed like a wounded beast.

Seeing him howling, several fully armed soldiers rushed out of the interrogation room. They lined up and pointed their guns at Hoffa, but the interrogating doctor stood up and raised his hand to stop him. He and the soldiers Similarly, he stared straight at the howling young man, as if facing a formidable enemy.

But nothing unusual happened.

I don't know how long it took to mourn before Hoffa recovered from the piercing pain. His whole body was paralyzed on the chair like a pile of rotten meat, gasping for breath and shaking constantly.

Seeing this, the doctor showed a faint sarcasm smile. He collected the information in front of him and said indifferently: "It seems that he is terminally ill. He needs the most intensive treatment. Take him to the healing ward."

The nurse put away the trolley, helped Hoffa up on his shoulders, and then, accompanied by several soldiers, walked all the way to the distant ward. But Hoffa was already delirious, and followed the footsteps of several nurses to a ward in a daze. He said it was a ward, but there was a blackboard opposite the bed, which looked like a strange combination of a classroom and a ward.

Nurses lifted Hoffa onto the bed and bound his ankles to the bed. Similarly, when they were doing these things, a few strong men armed with guns stood next to the nurse, watching him vigilantly.

After the restraint was completed, another man who looked like a doctor walked in and sat on the chair opposite to Hoffa's bed. Soon, the nurses came out in a file, and even the soldiers withdrew from the ward, leaving only him and The doctor was alone in the ward. Then, the doctor took off his mask and looked at him with regret.

Hoffa saw that he looked like he had everything under control, so he asked cautiously, "Are you...?"

"I am the therapist here. We don't use names here." The doctor said, "We only use numbers to replace identities. I am number 17."

The doctor held up the back of his hand, which was clearly tattooed - 17.

Hoffa sat up straight, "Then may I ask the doctor, have you heard of magic?"

Doctor: "Exactly, most of our patients say they have seen magic, and you are already sick."

"I'm already sick"

Hoffa repeated unconsciously.

"Yes, we've seen a lot of cases like yours these days. When they first came to the hospital, they were in pain, but as the treatment progressed, they all gradually returned to normal, became less painful, became very— "

The doctor thought for a while, then said with a smile, "Smooth."

"Silky?" Hoffa was puzzled.

"That's right, it's as smooth as moving in a straight line at a constant speed."

The doctor got up and drew a straight line on the blackboard, "Trust me Bach, you will become silky in the end, no pain, no struggle, just like us."

"Really?"

Hoffa looked at the doctor expectantly.

It would be nice to be able to spare him so much, it's almost unbearable to feel so miserable just thinking about it and remembering it now.

"certainly!"

The doctor said firmly.

Afterwards, he opened the handbag he carried with him, took out thick books from it, placed them on the small table in front of Hoffa, and said: "However, if you want to become less painful, you must read more books." Indispensable, these are the treatment plans we have formulated for you, you should cooperate with us a lot."

Hoffa stared at the few books in front of him and flipped through them. On the covers of these books were couples smiling with their children in their arms, and on them were written in big gold letters——

"On Happiness"

"The Most Stable Structure"

"Silky Life"

Seeing the names of these books, Hoffa was a little confused. He seemed to have gone to school and read many books, but the books he read seemed much more interesting than these books.

"Read these books carefully!" The doctor exhorted, "Your way of salvation lies in them."

way of redemption

Hoffa flipped through the book absently, and his head hurt again.

After handing over the book to Hoffa, Doctor No. 17 will leave.

Seeing that the doctor was about to leave, Hoffa was in a hurry.

Although he doesn't remember anything, he vaguely feels that he came to this place to do one thing, a very important thing, but if he is only locked here, no matter what that thing is, it cannot be completed .

"Excuse me! Doctor, when will I be discharged from the hospital?"

Hoffa asked quickly.

discharge?

The doctor turned his head, showing a strange smile, and said, "After you pass our assessment, you will be discharged from the hospital naturally."

"What are the criteria for the assessment?"

Hoffa asked quickly.

The doctor's weird smile disappeared, and he said impatiently, "Let the weird thoughts in your mind disappear first, then go ahead!"

After speaking, he slammed the door and left.