Chapter 248 Campfire on a Snowy Night (Part 3)

The room was filled with silence. The water ripples on the teacup reflected Victor's heavy breathing. Cobert just mechanically took the cup and poured water into his mouth, not caring whether the water was hot or not.

"When she is a mental patient, she can hurt you recklessly because she doesn't know who you are or who she is."

"But when she becomes a mother again, no mother can accept what she has done..."

"Perhaps, she always wanted me to leave." Cobert's tone became a little numb: "When she was ill, she threw everything she could at me and told me to get out..."

"But I can't leave, I can't leave her." Cobert's voice began to tremble again: "No matter what, I can't leave her, she is my mother."

Victor closed his eyes, and heavy exhalations came from his mouth and nose. Schiller also sighed softly and said: "When I prescribed you medicine before, I suggested to you that you move to a new apartment. Changing the environment is conducive to the patient starting a new stage of treatment and rehabilitation."

Cobert shook his head, and his tears flashed a fine luster under the dim light as he moved. He said: "She doesn't want to leave."

"Why?"

Cobert's hand tightly grasped the water cup, and the blue veins protruded from the back of his hand.

"Because of my father."

"According to my mother, she and my father met on this street. My father brought her back here to meet his family. They had dinner together, drank sweet wine, and chatted by the fireplace..."

"My uncle sang, and the others laughed and asked them to dance..."

Accompanied by a slightly hoarse voice, the fire in the fireplace rose, and people gathered around the sofa. Some people brought wine, and some brought fruit plates. When a folk song was sung, everyone clapped their hands.

A young man and woman walked to the center of the room. They danced, and their clothes fluttered. When the song ended, they held hands, accepted the praise and blessings of their family, and then walked into the church hand in hand.

No anti-theft

Until one of the hands touched the name on the tombstone, in the cold rainy night, only a crazy woman was left spinning in this dark and decayed old house, and only the sound of rain sang for her.

"After my father died, my mother blamed it all on him not bringing an umbrella on that rainy night, so she often turned over everything in the house, trying to find an umbrella."

"But if I really gave her an umbrella, she would scream and curse and smash the umbrella with a chair. She said there was a curse on it, and she said we were all cursed..."

"I can't remember how long this situation has been like this..."

"At the beginning, she would drag me to tell their past stories all night long, and then she would stay in the corner of the living room silently every night to turn over the cabinet where she had turned out everything countless times..."

"Every time I tried to stop her, she started to attack me. Later, as long as I returned to this house, she would ask me to get out..."

"When she began to wake up gradually, I was very happy. I thought this kind of day was over, but I didn't expect..."

Cobert covered his face with his hands, his shoulders kept twitching, and the sobbing that he couldn't cry out sounded more like the cry of an owl. In such a heavy atmosphere, it was so funny that it made people want to laugh.

Just like that, the day dawned, and the phone rang even more sharply. Schiller picked up the phone and said, "Really? She's awake?... OK, we'll be there right away..."

When he walked out of the old house of Cobert, the sun was rising from the horizon. The rain that had fallen all night filled the air with thick moisture, which was made even cooler by the morning wind. When he breathed it into his lungs, it was like swallowing a lot of ice cubes.

The car drove to the hospital. When the three got off, Gordon had already walked out and said helplessly: "You guys go in quickly, she's making a big fuss."

After going upstairs, before entering the ward, I saw a nurse standing outside the ward door, holding an infusion bottle in one hand and a hose and needle for infusion in the other hand. The needle was full of blood. Another older nurse was about to go in. Victor stopped them and asked: "What's going on?"

The young nurse sighed and said: "This lady just woke up and pulled out all the infusion needles in her hands. She bled a lot. She also hit people with the bottle stand. We didn't dare to approach."

The old nurse poked her head in and said: "We have to subdue her quickly. Her hands are still bleeding. It will be more difficult to deal with the wound later."

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps at the stairs next to her. Brand came over with a group of nurses. He waved his hand and said: "Give me diazepam."

The old Mrs. Copperpot in the room seemed crazy. No matter who approached, she screamed and wanted to attack.

But fortunately, she was an old woman after all, and she had lost a lot of blood and didn't have much strength, so she was quickly subdued. Once the tranquilizer was taken, she calmed down, and then lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with dull eyes.

Cobert walked in front, followed by Victor and Schiller. Cobert walked to his mother's bed. Old Mrs. Cobert rolled her eyes and looked at her son. Cobert saw a kind of guilt and pleading on his mother's aging face.

"Why did you stop me... Or..." A dry voice came from her throat, and Cobert's Adam's apple trembled and he couldn't answer.

"I don't want to stay here anymore... I can't do that anymore, don't stop me..." Old Mrs. Cobot began to tremble all over, but she couldn't move and could only freeze in place.

Schiller suddenly pushed Copot and whispered: "Show your arm to your mother."

Cobot turned back for no apparent reason, and Victor also looked at Schiller, but under Schiller's gaze, Cobot still stretched out his arms and rolled up his sleeves.

His arms were thin, with rough skin and an abnormally pale complexion, but there were no wounds on them.

Schiller stood next to the bed and said to Mrs. Cobot: "Madam, you suffer from catatonic schizophrenia. You imagined that you attacked your son when you were sick, but we took medicine and now you have woken up." ”

Old Mrs. Cobot paused. She grabbed her son's wrist with her eagle-like talons, then turned over hard, and stroked Cobot's arm with her other hand.

It was indeed very smooth there, and there weren't even any scars left. The lizard serum healing potion created by Connors was not just for treating trauma, it could even make the scars left by the wounds heal completely on their own.

Cobot felt his mother's arms begin to tremble, and then he heard her whimpering. He didn't know whether it was out of guilt or joy.

"Mom doesn't want to do that, I don't want to do that..."

"You didn't do that." Schiller's tone was as sure as if he was not lying at all. Even Victor rubbed his eyes, wondering whether the injured Cobot he had seen before was... An illusion.

"Yes..." Cobot grabbed her mother's hand and said, "Those are all illusions. It's because you didn't take your medicine on time. Mom, as long as you are treated in the hospital and take medicine, this kind of thing will not happen." occur……"

Old Mrs. Copot was already out of breath from crying. Brand outside the door sighed and said, "You'd better leave here first. The patient needs to rest."

Old Mrs. Cobblet held her son's hand tightly, and Cobblet could not leave. Only Schiller and Victor came to the door of the ward.

The early morning sunlight shines into the room through the window, and the door frame turns into a picture frame, with Schiele and Victor standing against a golden background.

Victor touched his lips with his fingers, and Schiller saw that his fingertips were trembling. When the emotions that had been stored up all night burst out, the usually gentle and steady professor looked like he was about to collapse.

His eyes even started to look a little out of focus, as if many terrible visions were haunting him.

"If Nora dies..." Victor's voice sounded like a bow whose strings were broken. He looked at Schiller with eyes asking for help and said: "...Would I be like this? Crazy?"

Schiller couldn't tell that answer, because he was now facing a real person, his patient, rather than a character in a comic book or movie.

Familiarity with the plot and prophetic predictions fall here, which cannot bring any sense of superiority that the time traveler should enjoy, but can only bring heavier sadness.

Everyone in this world has his or her own tragedy, and no answer can be the only solution to the tragedy, so there is no savior.

In the city of Gotham, some people play tragedy, some people play comedy, some people laugh wildly at tragedy, some people cry at comedy, some people cry with laughter, and some people cry with laughter.

No one can make everyone cry, and no one can make everyone laugh, not even time travelers and prophets.

This is Gotham, a city that cannot be saved.

The golden background in the frame was about to overflow. Suddenly, Victor turned around tremblingly. He walked quickly back to the ward, stared directly at Cobot and said: "Follow me, Cobot... follow me. !”

Cobot was pulled by him, stood up from the hospital bed, and walked out of the hospital. The morning light swallowed their figures. At some point, Schiller who was standing by the door also disappeared.

Victor, who re-entered the laboratory, quickly took off his coat that was stained with moisture and threw it aside.

He stroked Cobot's back, pushed him in, and then walked to the experimental table. He turned to Cobot.

Victor seemed to have lost his usual elegance and gentleness, and his face looked a little nervous and a little crazy under the cold light of the laboratory.

"Cobot..."

Victor looked into Cobot's eyes. There was warmth and expectation that Cobot couldn't understand, and a paranoia that ordinary people couldn't understand.

It's not like a teacher looking at his students, but more like a father looking at his son. In other words, it's more like a person who has been saved from a tragedy looking at another tragedy. It's like a traveler looking at another person in the boundless snowfield. A traveler.

At this time, Cobot heard Victor ask him:

"Cobot...do you know how water turns into ice?"

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

Someone can't laugh anymore, I won't say who it is.