"I once thought that the truth from back then might now only be known by that psychologist, and Rosa herself should have forgotten; yet I didn’t expect that while chatting with her, she unwittingly recounted the events of that year herself."
She turned her head in confusion to look at Huangfu Huazhang: "Isn’t this strange? The past from that year had clearly been locked away by the psychologist for three years, supposedly needing a key to unlock. But how could she speak of it so easily? Wouldn’t that an that the psychologist was quite ordinary?"
Huangfu Huazhang listened intently, elbow resting on the table, with his slender fingertips against his temple.
After listening, he nodded, "Let think about which book in this stack of yours ntioned a similar scenario."
He slightly focused, closed his eyes briefly, then opened them, pointing to the second last book: "There it is."
Shi Nian opened the book — but it was filled with awkward professional English terms, so even in archaic usages, which she couldn’t understand.
Huangfu Huazhang then reached over to pull the book from her hands, lowered his head, and quietly read for a while before closing the book.
"I’m not a psychology major either, but I’ll try to give my perspective, and you can hear out: First of all, you opened up to her, recounting your own past experiences. You said they were similar, which is a bit like the thod of a psychologist, leading her into the right setting, creating emotional resonance and empathy between you two. At that mont, she trusted you and was willing to open up, hence the repressed mories in her subconscious might revive."
"Secondly, I’m speculating on what the psychologist might have used as a ’lock’ to suppress her past mories. You ntioned her mother saying she was afraid of clowns, so I think the psychologist started from this point, suppressing her mory of clowns, which would, in turn, seal all clown-related mories into her subconscious, as if forgotten. But mories can only be stored, never truly erased, so once an appropriate triggering event or marker appears, her mories would gradually awaken."
"I think this awakening might have begun with the clown on her windshield — after many years, she saw a clown again, causing the brain cortex responsible for the subconscious to be exceptionally activated, compensatorily active, promoting the revival of mories."
His fingers supported his long eyebrows: "So, even though you don’t study psychology, nor are you a psychologist, you inadvertently created an appropriate objective environnt for her, and guided her to rember the past."
Shi Nian was so surprised that she covered her mouth: "Was it really who did this?"
He spread his hands with a smile: "You’ve already heard her recounting, haven’t you?"
"But her account differs from what Mrs. Luo said..." Shi Nian was quite confused.
He smiled: "It’s more likely that the discrepancy ca from her mother. Because adults always have their biases, when the daughter went missing back then, she would have been convinced she was abducted by bad people, and then based on identifying the ’bad person’, would appear corresponding subjective speculation, such as Rosa being afraid of clowns, and the clown having once strangled Rosa unconscious, etc."
Shi Nian also slowly nodded: "Yes, the awakened mories co from the subconscious, and people have no way to alter their subconscious on their own, so Rosa’s own description is more likely to be true."
Her gaze lowered to another line on the blank paper: "I originally thought soone deliberately drew the clown to scare Rosa, thus causing Rosa’s car accident; but if the clown never hard Rosa, then what was the ntal state of the person who drew the clown?"
Huangfu Huazhang also lowered his head in deep thought, suddenly saying: "Can you describe Rosa’s car for ?"
Shi Nian nodded: "It’s a Miyada, which had been in a collision before. It was originally red, but when it was sent to the garage for repairs, the paint was changed to royal blue."
Huangfu Huazhang slowly curled his lips: "... Co with to a place."
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Shi Nian was stunned: "Where to?"
Huangfu Huazhang said nothing, grabbed Shi Nian’s wrist, and led her outside.
Shi Nian called out: "My books, and backpack!"
"Don’t worry," he only smiled confidently, leading her outside.
Shi Nian looked back as she walked and indeed saw Xia Zuo, like a ghost erging from nowhere, thodically tidying the items on her desk, then silently carrying them in hand and following behind.
Shi Nian got into the car with Huangfu Huazhang, and Xia Zuo also reached her side, bending with courtesy to return the belongings neatly to Shi Nian’s hands.
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