My chat record with a psychopath

How many lunatics are normal in their own world. How many geniuses are crazy in their own world.

A wall separates two very different worlds. Inside and outside the fence, crazy and normal. Above the fence, confusion and hesitation.

A book, tear down the fence.

This article is selected from the genius on the left and the madman on the right. What kind of role do you play in their eyes? Genius? Crazy? still ....

He: "I can only say that I sympathize with you, but I don't pity you, because after all, I created you."

Me: "How did you create me?"

He: "You are just a character in my novel. The purpose of your appearance is to add some psychological reactions to the protagonist of this book, and then drive the whole thing, I mean the whole story. "

He is paranoid in front of me. He considers himself the protagonist and author of a book.

Medical history of more than 4 years, 3? He was taken to the hospital a few years ago. The medicine seems to be ineffective for him, and his family and wife are about to give up.

Because of his manic behavior, I only brought a recording pen in, not a pen and paper-or anything sharp. Sitting far enough, he is at the other end of the table, and I am at the other end of the table, about two meters away.

He is at the other end of the table, habitually rubbing his hands under it.

He: "I know this is beyond your understanding, but it's true." Besides, this conversation between you and me will not appear in the novel. Just passing by. For example, I met you in a mental hospital one day, and then I thought about something, something like this. "

Me: "Do you think this is really the case? How do you prove that I am the character you created? Tell me about it? "

He: "When you write a novel, you will tell the readers about the family background and life experience of all the characters?"

Me: "I haven't written it, I don't know."

He smiled: "Of course you won't. And I explained that my current identity is: the protagonist of this novel, I am immersed in the whole story, my role is not the identity of the author, nor can it be the identity of the author, and everything is clear to the readers.

I can know your life story, but there is no need to describe it in a novel. It is meaningless.

What I'm telling you now is the arrangement of the plot, but no one knows the specific content except a few people in the book. Readers don't know, this is just a small fragment in the big story ... "

Me: "Do you know how many years you have been here?"

He: "Three years, it's boring here."

Me: "Then why don't you let time pass faster and kill time?" Or write a superman to save you? Aliens can also be. "

He smiled: "You are so funny! The passage of time in the novel conforms to the natural laws in the book. Three years is only a few lines or even shorter in front of readers, but the characters in the novel are honest for three years, and there is no delay in falling in love, getting married, having children, getting promoted, quarreling, eating, drinking, whoring and gambling.

How can we make novels jump in time? I am the protagonist, so I have to put up with this boredom. As for what you said about superman aliens, it's boring. This is not science fiction. There is something wrong with your logical thinking. "

I found that he did say it. Personally, his world outlook is indestructible.

Me: "I see, you mean: the world exists for you, when you die? Does this world still exist? "

He: "Of course it exists, but readers can't see it. If I simply die, there are two possibilities: 1, I deserve to die; 2, I am not the protagonist. And first of all, I won't die now, and the novel is still being written. Second, I don't have to be sure of anything, I am sure, because I am the author. "

Me: "How do you prove it?"

He: "I want to prove that I can do it at any time, but is it necessary?" In my opinion, the proof itself is ridiculous. Unless I think it's necessary.

If you have to prove it, you can try to kill me now. You can't kill me. The doctor outside will stop you. You may fall. Maybe you had a heart attack when you rushed over, or you couldn't beat me at all and almost got killed by me ... that's it. "

Me: "What novel is this?"

He: "Some people's emotional descriptions are sometimes dull, but very touching. Only plain things can make people feel involved and moved, right? "

Me: "So, do you love your wife?"

He: "Of course, that's what I wrote."

Me: "Where are the children?"

He was a little impatient: "Is it necessary to ask such a question?"

Me: "No, I mean: your feelings for them are the setting and needs of the plot, not your own initiative, right?"

He: "Why is your logic out of order again? I am the protagonist, they are the protagonist's family, and my feelings for them are of course sincere. "

Me: "Then why did you try to kill your child three years ago?"

He: "I didn't kill him. Sending me here is just a gesture. "

Me: "You mean you pretend to do that? Come here? "

He: "I know no one believes it, whatever, but do it." No reader likes to read a plain running account, and there must be ups and downs. "

I decided to break the routine and stimulate him: "What if your wife cheated while you were in the hospital?"

He: "The plot doesn't have this setting."

Me: "Are you sure?"

He smiled: "You are such a person ..."

I lost no time: "Do you admit that I am human? Not the role you set? "

He: "I set your role as a person, and you completed what you should do."

Me: "What should I do?"

He: "It makes my mind fluctuate."

I seem to have fallen into his trap.

Me: "When I'm finished, I won't exist?"

He said, "No, you go on with your life. Even if my novel is over, you will continue your life, but readers will not see it, because I will not describe you to readers. "

Me: "What is the final ending of your novel?"

He: "Well, that's a problem. I haven't decided yet ... "

Me: "When will it be finished?"

He: "You never know when it will be finished, because it transcends this world. It's beyond your comprehension. How do you know it's finished? "

Me: "........."

He looked at me with interest. "It was nice talking to you, thank you. My time is almost up. " Then he blinked.

That conversation ended like this.

After that, I went there twice, and he stopped talking to me about it and chatted in different places.

But not long after, I heard that he had made progress. After more than half a year, he was discharged for observation.

On the day of discharge, I happened to have nothing to do. He talked and laughed with the attending doctor and his family and friends, but ignored me.

When he left, he casually walked up to me and said quietly and quickly, "Do you remember that table for the first time? Look behind the table. "

Say that finish, he smiled cunningly and ignored me.

It is difficult for me to find the table where I first met him.

I looked down at the bottom of the table. There were many scratches on my nails, and I could vaguely recognize the crooked words.

That was the date when I first met him. In a word, I left after half a year.

After a long time, I will see his sly smile for the last time before my eyes.

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