The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman - Chapter 514
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- Chapter 514 - Exploring Schiller’s Past Journey (Part 1)
Stark, who was standing by the door, was stunned for a moment. For a moment, he didn’t realize what the logic of Schiller’s behavior was.
Hiding in the closet out of fear of outsiders? But when the two of them came in, the young Schiller did not stop him. If he was afraid, he would not open the door for them.
Stark paused for a moment, then walked into the bedroom. It was a small bedroom. The bed in the bedroom was converted into a crib. It seemed that the young Schiller did not sleep alone in this room for a long time. I had just separated from my mother and slept by myself.
Stark walked around the small bed and came to the closet. He pushed the cabinet door gently and found that it didn’t move at all.
He put his fingers into the gap of the cabinet door and tried to open the cabinet door, but the door remained motionless. Stark took a few steps back again and looked at the closet.
It was a huge solid wood wardrobe that looked like a handmade product from the previous era. There were some cartoon stickers on the door. Judging from the height, they should have been put on by the young Schiller.
Stark looked around and found that the gap in the cabinet door was actually very small, and the cabinet was completely dark. If he didn’t stand at a specific angle and under a specific light, he wouldn’t be able to see Schiller in the cabinet. There was no movement at all, and it was difficult to find that there was a child in the cabinet.
After observing for a long time, there were no other clues. Stark could only squat down and align his eyes with Schiller in the cabinet. The two of them looked at each other through the narrow gap in the middle of the cabinet door.
At this time, Stark discovered that Schiller’s eyes were not looking at him, but had been staring at the place where he was standing before. Stark stood up, took two steps back, turned around, walked to the bedroom door, and took a look Where I stood, there was nothing unusual.
Steve also came over. Both of them stood by the bedroom door and could see Schiller’s eyes. Steve looked back towards the living room and said, “He might be looking into the living room through the door.”
Hearing this, Stark walked quickly to the living room, turned back to confirm the direction of Schiller’s gaze, then took a step forward and stood next to the sofa.
He found that Schiller’s eyes seemed to be on the sofa. Stark rummaged around the sofa and found nothing unusual. When he moved the sofa, the carpet in front of the sofa was wrinkled. Steve, who followed, shrugged his nose and said:
“Did you smell it? There seems to be the smell of blood…”
Stark stood up, looked around him, and then fell on the curved carpet folds. He took a deep breath and seemed to have some premonitions. After Steve moved the coffee table away, Stark suddenly The carpet was lifted.
There was blood down there.
This carpet, which seemed to have no problems at all on the surface, was lifted up and there was a large round dark blood stain underneath. It looked like it had dried for a long time, but it still had a peculiar smell.
In an instant, Stark turned around and focused his attention on the photo of a family of three that he casually placed aside.
He picked up the photo frame and pressed his fingers on the photo. His knuckles turned slightly white when he exerted force. Apparently, the answer he guessed made him feel a little suffocated.
Steve looked down at the bloodstain, then turned to look at Schiller who was hiding in the cabinet. He turned and walked back to the bedroom, then squatted in front of the cabinet and looked at the young Schiller through the gap. He said:
“Don’t be afraid, we are not bad people. Can you open the door? We will protect you…”
The young Schiller did not answer, nor did he lower his eyes on his face. He just kept staring at that point, as if he was looking at something intently. Steve took a deep breath, and he heard something behind him. He turned his head when he heard footsteps, and a pale-faced Stark appeared behind him.
The two came to the bedroom door. Stark held the photo frame in his hand and said:
“This is Schiller’s conscious world, and everything that exists here is actually ‘imagery’, that is to say, they all represent a certain memory of Schiller.
“After I first entered the Hall of Thought and visited here, I tried to develop my consciousness space, so I understood that some things that exist in the consciousness space are not what they seem on the surface. Symbolic.”
Steve turned his head and looked at the pool of blood under the carpet. He said, “I’m pretty sure that’s human blood, but the blood shed by any human being will never be in such a regular round shape. It’s just right.” It was blocked by the carpet, which may mean…”
Steve’s tone deepened: “…A tragedy happened here.”
“In the psychology books I have read, it has been mentioned that when people remember something, they will instinctively grasp the exciting point. Perhaps Schiller, who once witnessed a tragedy, was affected by blood and The smell of blood stimulated him, so the image of this tragedy in his memory was the blood stains under the carpet.”
Stark sighed and said: “Based on the existing clues, we can probably guess what happened to Schiller in his childhood…”
“The medical records in his parents’ bedroom showed that Schiller suffered from autism. Although those pieces of paper did not indicate the specific type of autism spectrum, his parents had detected his illness very early. , and actively treated him.”
“Schiller had received sensory training for a long time, and the training lasted for at least two years. In the later stages of the training, he had almost recovered, at least he had recovered most of his language skills.”
“But, maybe it was the month when the medical records were interrupted…” Stark pursed his lips, his tone slowed down, and it sounded like he didn’t want to continue:
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“His parents may have been killed.”
Stark turned his head and glanced at the young Schiller who was still hiding in the closet, peeping at everything outside through the gap in the closet door. He said: “His parents have received professional training. It is impossible for them to wait until the other party rushes into the house to find out that something is wrong. Maybe when the other party comes downstairs or rushes into the corridor, they already know that they have no way to retreat.”
“If you were Schiller’s parents, what would you do?” Stark looked at Steve and asked. Steve’s face was also very gloomy. He said:
“I will definitely protect my child as soon as possible.”
“Perhaps, his parents did the same…” Stark lowered his head, and the voice that could not be lowered any lower echoed in the room, like a heavy dusk drum.
“They will make him hide in the largest closet in the house, and more importantly…”
When Stark said this, his tone was already mixed with a trace of painful gasps due to empathy. He and Steve stared at the gap in the closet. As the light changed as the night approached, they seemed to see the mother who appeared in the photo of the three squatting outside the closet, looking at her child through the gap, and making a dying wail:
“Don’t talk! Don’t make a sound! Don’t make any sound, no matter what you hear, don’t respond…”
And the child who had just received language enlightenment and was able to express his magnificent inner world through language, just like this, returned to the silent world without a door to the outside world.
Steve covered his face and sat down against the door frame of the bedroom wall. Just like before, when these details appeared in front of him, it was much more cruel than listening to a story.
“For patients with dissociative identity disorder, or multiple personality disorder, when they split their first personality, it is often to escape some reality they don’t want to face. I think that may be why Schiller split another personality to escape childhood trauma…”
Stark’s tone became calmer. He reached out and pulled Steve up, then said, “Don’t stop here. We have to find Schiller. No matter what he has experienced, I think we can treat him, just like… he treated us.”
Stark was in front, and Steve was behind. The two walked out of the room and returned to the corridor. Their moods could not calm down for a long time.
In their impression, although Schiller was sharp-tongued, greedy, a riddler, and a troublemaker, and his moral bottom line was bottomless, he was still a relatively cheerful person. In the process of getting along with them, everyone talked and laughed together, and they didn’t think there was anything special.
But often, there is harm only when there is comparison. Stark’s parents died unexpectedly, and he felt very miserable. When he learned that his parents were killed by Steve’s old teammate Winter Soldier, he felt even more miserable, but now he felt that at least Howard had been with him for a period of time. Although he often drank alcohol, he was still a good father when he was sober.
And the young Schiller they just met was very young. He could hardly speak because of autism. In other words, he might not have said a few words to his parents before his parents were killed.
Moreover, Stark felt that he had not faced the scene of his parents’ death. Otherwise, he didn’t know whether he would use split personality to escape reality like Schiller.
Thinking of this, Stark quickened his pace. He came to the stairs and looked up. The upper floor was still quiet.
Stark and Steve came to the second floor. There were few rooms here, and none of them could be opened. Stark looked at one of the door handles and said, “Did you find it? If the door handle and lock are special, it means there may be someone inside, and this…” Stark looked at the door handle, which was a very ordinary ball door handle, exactly the same as the handles of the two doors they had seen before. Stark shook his head and said, “There may not be Schiller’s personality in here. It may be a place where he stores other things.” “In other words, we have to find a special place for the door handle to find his remaining Personality?”
“That’s right. Next, you go to the third floor and I’ll go to the fourth floor. We’ll meet again after we find the special door handle.”
After that, the two began to act separately. Steve was responsible for the odd floors and Stark was responsible for the even floors. The two searched for a long time. Finally, Stark found a special place on the tenth floor. He stood next to the railing of the patio and waved to Steve downstairs: \u003cba.
“Come here! There is a very special place here. Come quickly.
Steve hurried up and came to Stark’s side. They both looked up at the sign on the door. There were three big words on it:
“Madhouse”.