How could a head avoid becoming a burden on one's shoulders? First, it had to be normal enough.
The Florist's mind was clearly different from a normal person's. He had covered the wall behind the wardrobe with carvings of things he had imagined. He described himself as an unpredictable being who could pass through the dreams of ordinary people. He also said he had been searching for someone—a witness who could prove that this world had gone mad.
Unfortunately, before he could find that witness, Doctor Gao had identified him as a serial killer.
"You're saying... the Florist tattooed these words on his own body?"
"Yes. He frequently talked to himself while in custody, too. Everything he said was fiction and delusion. We had a specialist examine him. He has delirium, an acute disturbance of brain function that may be caused by a drug overdose, a metabolic disorder, or an infection. Most patients recover within hours or days, but he just kept getting worse."
"Mm." Doctor Gao knew about the Florist's condition. In fact, he had been involved in causing the drug overdose and metabolic disorder. After all, he had once been the Florist's attending physician. One could even say that he had deliberately treated the Florist into developing delirium.
He remembered his treatment plan for the Florist, but not why he had chosen that particular plan. As far as he could recall, he had never heard the Florist describe any imagined scenes.
Questions surfaced in his mind, and the swelling sensation in his heart grew more pronounced.
Could it be...?
I didn't think the Florist was going mad back then? I didn't think what he described was imaginary?
*But if I didn't think he was going mad then, why do I think he's abnormal now? These things on the