"God made you paint this picture, didn't he?" Yusaku Kudo didn't seem to be affected by Neviah's movement looking behind him, and just asked. "God directs your actions?"

"Yes, the purpose of my existence is to carry out his will." Neviah nodded.

"So, what happened at that time was just like the painting?" Yusaku Kudo asked again. "You killed that demon?"

"Of course," Neviah continued to nod. "He's a devil, and I'm a vengeful angel, that's my duty, isn't it? That's why I sanctioned him with the sword of justice. ”

"Is that the sword you drew in the painting?" After Yusaku Kudo finished speaking, he waited with considerable attention to Neviah's answer. "Where's that sword?"

"Right here," Neviah said as if hearing something funny, gesturing Kudo to look at the table between the two of them, as he made a gesture on the table to lift the blade of his sword. "This is the weapon the Lord has given me to exorcise demons."

Yusaku Kudo pursed his lips, but his mouth was still admiring. "Yes, worthy of the emperor...... I am referring to the sword that God has given you. ”

……

Grigory stood in the activity room, watching the mentally ill people, who were each focused on their own business—apparently less severe, mild patients.

Just then, he noticed a well-dressed man walking past him pushing a cart loaded with food and drinks. As if noticing Gregory's gaze, the man stopped.

"Do you need anything?" He enthusiastically introduced the goods on his trolley. "Biscuits, juice, or ...... Serotonin reuptake inhibitors? ”

"Seeing that you are so familiar with this name, you must use this thing a lot, right?" Grigory replied with an eyebrow. "But I'm sorry, I have to absorb more of my nervous system so that the girls who apply for the job won't be forced to work overtime like social animals because of me."

(Serotonin reuptake inhibitors have two effects, one is an antidepressant and the other is to treat premature ejaculation...... ）

"Hello, I'm Ikeda Shimiao, a psychiatrist at Kakudo Hospital." The man introduced himself to Gregory and held out his hand at the same time. "Conduct a handicapped behavior survey here."

"Gregory, Department of Diagnostics, Myhua Central Hospital, and Senior Consultant of Forensic Medicine at the Metropolitan Police Department." Grigory did not respond. "You don't have to shake hands, everything is simple."

"I'm sorry," Ikeda smiled, a little helpless. "It's probably that you've been with these patients for too long, and you know, they tend to have certain paranoia...... If you don't give them enough kindness in every way, they may think you're not friendly. ”

"So it's your business to deal with these guys, and I'm only responsible for dealing with the diseases that can kill them." Gregory shrugged. "Anyway, how long have you been here to investigate?"

"It's not too long, relative to my life. But for other doctors, it's been a long time. Ikeda sighed as he glanced at the patients behind him. Before there is a rigorous quantitative system, for the time being, we can only subjectively analyze their behavior patterns, and this requires long-term tracking and feeling, so I will stay here for a long time. If we don't summarize well enough, it must be because we don't look closely enough, and it's often because we don't get close enough to them. As long as they are close enough, even the blind can know what they are thinking. ”

"You're not like those who stand tall and tall," Grigory said, with a rather curious expression. "Really, compared to the psychiatrists who claim to be superior patients, maybe you're the one who has the passion and can do something."

"What about you?" Ikeda Shimiku posed such a question to Gregory. "What is your attitude towards patients?"

"Unlike you, my patients will lie on their own initiative, and they are not even as cute as those test reports." Grigory pouted. "So what would you do if you were me?"

"Let others put up with their lies and focus on what they can tell the truth," said Ikeda's expression, as if he had found a soulmate. "To be honest, I even had friends who changed careers to become veterinarians because of the same problem – they were even better than my patients in terms of self-reported symptoms, because they didn't tell lies, and they didn't complain about having a lot of holes in their bodies when they met people."

"You...... It's impressive," Gregory said, looking at Ikeda's flowing water. "Really, you're completely different from those people."

"It's an honor," said Ikeda again, holding out his hand. "And this time?"

Gregory barely hesitated and shook Ikeda's hand. "Nice to meet you."

"Ikeda," just then, someone began to call out Ikeda Shimiao's last name. "I'm here to get my medicine!" The latter, after simply saying goodbye to Gregory, walked to the window to receive the medicine.

"You seem to have a good time chatting with Mr. Ikeda, are you a medical enthusiast?" At this moment, Director Ochiai, who personally ran the museum in front of him and also had the name of director of the mental hospital, walked up to Gregory. "That's the kind of person you can talk to him about."

"I'm a forensic doctor from the Metropolitan Police Department, and my main job is a doctor...... "Gregory said.

"Forgive me for being presumptuous, sir, you didn't treat him as your companion, did you?" Director Ochiai asked nonchalantly. "For example, did he mention that he was a psychiatrist at the hospital or something?"

"You mean to say he's a patient here, paranoid?" Grigory was taken aback.

"yes, he's been here for six years." Director Ochiai nodded, and then realized what Gregory's reaction meant. "Sir, you must understand that many of the patients here are delusional, and for the same reason they have studied their words and deeds very thoroughly, and you must be very vigilant about these things, otherwise you may find yourself playing the harp to the cow."

"......" Grigory looked silently in the direction of Ikeda's departure - a little embarrassed, but he had to admit that he seemed to have many similarities in his way of thinking with the paranoid.

"You're not delusional, but your problems are just as serious, aren't they?" At that moment, the female voice that made Gregory's smell change color rang out.

Not far away, on a ping-pong table, an unruly blonde woman was scrutinizing Grigory with a rather aggressive gaze.

Just as she finished speaking, a ping-pong ball passed through her body.

Gregory's face had a look of fear.