"According to my preliminary diagnosis, your symptoms should be acute anxiety disorder."
"Acute anxiety?"
"Yes, people who live a fast-paced life and are under great pressure, such as infiltration investigators like you, are actually prone to mental illness."
"...Are you looking down on public security training?"
"No, I'm just describing the basic situation of the people who come to see me. Undercover investigators, the longer they lurk, the higher the probability of psychological problems. Many undercover agents have to be monitored and receive psychological treatment after they return.
There is one exception. Those who do not need psychological treatment are those who have evacuated early or have died... Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to curse you."
"...I was rude just now. Doctor, what is the relationship between anxiety disorder and amnesia?"
"One of the complications caused by some anxiety disorders is amnesia. Generally, amnesia is caused by the patient's brain being violently impacted by the outside world, bleeding in the brain, and blood clots compressing some memory nerves. Judging from the physical examination report I received, you
There is no such trauma."
"There is also psychogenic amnesia. This is due to huge mental shock or psychological pressure, such as witnessing the death of a loved one, seeing unbearable tragedies, etc., which stimulates the self-protection mechanism of the human brain and forms temporary amnesia.
.Your situation is more like this. However, I am not 100% sure."
"What else happens?"
"There are also some very rare mental illnesses that can also cause amnesia... After all, everyone's physical and mental conditions are different, and it's impossible for you to reveal all those secrets to me before the undercover mission ends, so I can't tell you what happened to you.
Make further detailed judgments."
"But one thing I am sure of - your amnesia and these abnormalities are all caused by your mental stress."
…
Fang Guling forgot how he hung up the phone and how he rushed back to the bedroom.
He almost threw himself at the table, pulled out his laptop, and pressed his thumb on the power button several times before he successfully started it.
There was no other sound around him, he could only hear his heart beating like a drum.
As soon as the computer desktop popped up, Jiang Guling couldn't wait to open a software and start hacking into the hotel's surveillance system.
His hacking skills are not as good as Angstra's, and not as good as Zhufu Jingguang, who has been taught by Angstra for so long, but after all, he has been trained within the public security department. Although he encountered some twists and turns, the security system of this hotel is good.
In the end, I successfully hacked in.
More than ten days ago, on the third day of going to Sindora Company, that was...
Jianggu Ling's hand was holding the mouse, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his palms. He quickly found the elevator surveillance video from that day.
Because this floor is the presidential suite, for the privacy of guests, there are no surveillance cameras installed in the corridors, but there are in the elevators and the lobby on the first floor.
He recalled Angstra's usual wake-up time and dragged the progress bar to near that time. When he saw no one was there, he dragged the progress bar back a few minutes. At 9:20, there were two people.
Enter the elevator.
Walking in front was Angstra. He carried a small bag and held a travel brochure in his hand. He looked like a student out for fun; following him...
Even though he was sitting in the house with the heating on, Jiang Guling felt like he had been stripped naked and thrown into the heavy snow outside, while a bucket of cold water was poured over his head.
——Who is this man behind?
In the surveillance video, the man carrying the suitcase has light blond hair, darker wheat-colored skin, and his facial features look a little darker than those of ordinary Asians. He is obviously of mixed race.
He looks the same as Fang Gu Ling, even the clothes on his body are the same.
There is no sound in the surveillance video. It is not because there is no recording device. It is because the two people in the elevator did not speak loudly, or they deliberately lowered the volume. This is the habit of members of the organization.
After they stood still, with the backs of their heads facing the camera, Fangtani Rei could not judge what they were saying through lip reading.
The blond mixed-race man temporarily put down his suitcase. After the elevator began to descend, he suddenly pointed at Angstra's bag, as if asking if he wanted it, and he took it too.
Angstra shook her head to reject him, and raised her hand to touch his hair, her movements natural and intimate.
Because of this exchange, the two finally turned their heads. Fang Gulii saw their profiles clearly, and he saw smiles on their faces.
Fang Guling's hand holding the mouse remained motionless.
It's not that he doesn't want to move, it's that he simply can't move.
His whole body froze, and an unprecedented, unspeakable and huge fear enveloped him.
Who is this?
Who is this man, this man who looks like him, dresses like him, standing next to Angstra?!
The elevator soon reached the first floor, and Angstra walked out first. The man following him picked up the suitcase again, a beat slower than him.
However, when he was about to get out of the elevator, he suddenly raised his head towards the monitor.
The face under the camera is very handsome, Angstra's favorite look. He smiled at the camera.
--hello.
The blond mixed-race man opened and closed his mouth, deliberately speaking clearly.
He looked directly at the camera, as if he was specifically saying hello to Jiang Gu Ling many days later.
Buzzing…
The slight vibrating sound of the mobile phone made Jiang Guling jump out of his wits. He stretched out his hand to touch it, and his movements froze again.
The vibration came from his police liaison phone, which had just been turned on and received a regularly scheduled email.
The recipient is his public security email address, and the sender is his organization email address.
There was no text in the email, just a class photo.
The messy blackboard writing, with a word "Dissociative" almost spanning the entire blackboard, the photographer had to work hard to find a suitable angle to fully capture the word.
Dissociative, dissociated.
Because the word is long, the spelling is complicated, and the pronunciation is difficult to pronounce, it is not a commonly used word among Japanese people.
But in the terminology of psychology and psychiatry, it constitutes a unique professional term.
——Dissociative Disoders, dissociation disorder.
"…………"
Fangtani Ling raised his head, not far from him was the window. Through the reflection of the window, he saw his expression at the moment.
He thought that if he went back in this attitude, let alone being selected as an undercover agent again, he might not even be able to enter the police academy, and he wouldn't even be able to maintain the most basic composure.
It was at this time that Fang Gulii noticed something unusual in the reflection.
He raised his hand to touch his earlobe, and his trembling fingertips touched the small earrings hidden under his hair.
The earrings are in the shape of a puppy and are slightly hot when embedded in the ears.
This is a bug.
A bug that can never be removed without the correct fingerprint password.