Chapter 349 3, Escape

Every day since then, the doctor will appear in Hoffa's room on time to help him study the contents of several books. Every class, he would ask Hoffa to take notes and ask questions regularly. Due to the unknowable and abnormal state of confusion, Hoffa almost obeyed the doctor's words. He actively cooperated with the doctor's treatment and tried to relieve the invisible pressure and anxiety.

The doctor treated him day and night, and every day Hoffa repeated his answers and recitations. These people seemed to want to firmly engrave something in Hoffa's mind to eliminate the impulse and invisible desire deep in his heart.

However, no matter how often the doctor came, Hoffa couldn't sleep peacefully, and the frequent headaches always reminded him that he still had one important thing to do.

In addition, the hospital is always kept extremely neat and clean all the time. This kind of neatness and cleanliness also brought him invisible pressure, which made him always want to leave this place. However, whenever he makes such a request, the doctor will refuse him because the course has not yet ended and he has not met the discharge standard.

That night, the doctor came to the ward as usual. This day was a day for routine examinations, and it was also a day for Hoffa to study and attend classes. The doctor prepared a new textbook for him, but before learning the new lesson, he started asking questions.

"Bach, tell me, what is the happiest life?" asked the doctor.

"A successful career, a happy marriage, and both children."

That's what doctors teach these days, Hoffa replied.

"Then what are the indicators of a successful career?" The doctor asked again.

"Power, status, and money."

Hoffa murmured, these are things that have already been written in the book.

"good, very good."

The doctor exclaimed, "You are very close to being silky smooth."

Hearing other people's admiration, Hoffa subconsciously showed a smile, but that smile quickly disappeared without a trace.

The doctor put the newly brought book in front of Hoffa, but when he saw the cover of the book, Hoffa suddenly felt a little pain in his head. On the cover is written a big bronzing English --- "Perfect World"

"Tell me, Bach, what is the most important thing in this world?"

Hoffa remained silent, hesitating whether to open the book in front of him.

"Ahem!"

The doctor coughed seriously, wrote a few words on the blackboard, and said, "It's equality."

Hoffa raised his head, listening to the doctor's words in a daze, without refuting. So the doctor became interested, and said skillfully and enthusiastically.

"You see, all contradictions in this world are rooted in difference, and all differences are born in inequality. And this contradiction and difference is the root of all pain, and I think your pain also comes from it. "

"Is it."

Hoffa murmured, he wasn't sure if his pain really came from this, but it was true that his head had started to hurt.

"If everyone in the world is exactly the same. Will there still be pain? Certainly not. If everyone is equal and happy, then the world must be perfect and smooth!"

The doctor sighed obsessively.

Hoffa looked at the pages of the book in front of him, and his brain hurt more and more. He seemed to vaguely remember something. It was a white light in a nightmare, a white light that swallowed everything.

Is it a nightmare? Or reality, he has been a little confused.

"This is our purpose of curing you, Bach." The doctor continued: "As long as you get rid of all abnormal thoughts and keep this thing we taught you deeply in your heart, I promise, you will be completely free from headaches and unhealthy symptoms." thinking and behavior."

The doctor's words began to blur in Hoffa's ears, becoming distant and near. He looked at the book called Perfect World in front of him, and there was a buzzing sound in his ears.

"Now, let's open the book and learn something new"

said the doctor.

So harsh, each note became a steel needle and began to stir in his eardrums.

Seeing that Hoffa did not listen to his words and opened the book, but sat there motionless, the doctor frowned and said, "Bach? Why are you not moving? Do you not want to leave the hospital and live a normal life?"

Hoffa remained silent. Amidst the doctor's erratic voice, the dazzling white light kept flickering in Hoffa's mind. Under the white light, a discordant black spot seemed to appear, and the black spot spread little by little. Like a black hole, it is also like a tunnel, leading deep into an invisible world, a twisted and weird world.

There are some faint sounds in the black hole, which seem to be similar to birdsong, but they can’t be heard clearly, but if you listen carefully, Hoffa feels that he can understand the suspicious bird song again, and the song is clearly saying a word --die

"Bach! Hey! Bach!"

The doctor said sternly: "Quickly open the book!"

The voice pulled Hoffa's consciousness back from the violent trance, and he whispered inarticulately: "Death"

"What are you talking about, quickly open the book!"

Doctor ordered.

Hoffa opened and closed his lips and repeated several times in a low voice.

The doctor couldn't hear what Hoffa was muttering, but the repeated orders had no effect. He pulled out what looked like a horsewhip from his waist and came to Hoffa, bent down slowly, and gently whispered in his ear. Said: "Is your head hurting anymore? Hurry up and calm down and take lessons with me, otherwise, according to my experience, this disease will torture you to death."

The doctor's words barely made Hoffa regain some consciousness. He raised his head while drooling, and asked vaguely, "What, what class?"

"equality."

The doctor held a whip to Hoffa's chin.

"what.is.equal"

"All of them—exactly the same," said the doctor grimly.

These words were reflected in Hoffa's consciousness, making the white light even more dazzling. However, at the same time, under the white light, the black hole suddenly became larger and swallowed the world where the white light was located at a speed visible to the naked eye. , There was an almost thunderous roar from the black hole, and the roar in consciousness finally acted on reality.

Hoffa, who was suffering from a splitting headache, completely lost consciousness. He instinctively yelled out a word: "Death!!!"

Then, the doctor with the whip flew back heavily, and with a deafening sound, he slammed into the blackboard, and the entire blackboard was completely cracked, covered with cracks like spider webs, countless shattered black The frosted glass fell to the ground with a rustle.

Blood spurted from the doctor's mouth, and he shouted towards the door with red teeth: "Patient zero is out of control!!"

With a bang, the door was pushed open, and a dozen armed soldiers rushed into the room, raising their weapons at Hoffa. At this moment, Hoffa was jumping on the ground like an unconscious beast. The straps binding his feet directly dragged the iron bed and fell to the ground, sending out a long series of sparks.

A soldier quickly came to the doctor. The doctor looked at Hoffa and yelled hoarsely while spurting blood, "Don't let him go! Take him to the basement and seal him up, let the boss deal with it!"

The soldiers raised their weapons and fired. Several shots of anesthetic were shot from the gun barrel, but the anesthetic fell on the iron bed clangingly. Hoffa, who had lost consciousness, actually lifted the iron bed and threw it forward.

The belt was broken, Hoffa fell to the ground, and the gun-wielding soldier in front of him was also thrown out by an old-headed man. He was pressed by the iron bed and piled up in a pile in the corridor, with a nurse holding an iron plate beside him. Shrieked in fright.

The scream touched Hoffa's eardrums and reached his heart. He, who had lost his memory, was completely engulfed by anxiety and violent emotions. He just wanted to leave this damn place. The white floor tiles and neatly cut lines in the hospital made him Almost going crazy.

So he turned back and smashed open the glass and iron railings, and jumped out of the three-story ward regardless.

Seeing this scene, the doctor who was paralyzed on the ground was extremely pale. Regardless of his body vomiting blood, he managed to get up, rushed to the broken window, and stared straight down the corridor.

In the night, I saw the young man smashing hard on the roof of a military jeep, denting the roof of the general's jeep. Then, he actually got up, bumped away several security personnel, and rushed out with hands and feet, his posture crooked, like a drunkard running wildly.

The scene in front of him made the doctor terrified. He looked back at the other soldiers who came, and said in a trembling voice, "Hurry up, bring him back to me, at any cost!"