Meta-Consciousness: Mountains and Seas

Lin Haisheng is crazy—that's what everyone says. I'm the only one who doesn't believe it. It's not that I don't believe he's crazy, it's that he's the one who doesn't believe he's crazy. I am a psychological counselor and have seen countless patients. Delusional disorder, memory confusion, and dissociation. But he is different. A man who even Emperor Kangxi and Qianlong could not tell whether he was his grandson or his grandson, after returning from his honeymoon in western Hunan, could tell the year and location, the establishment of the guard station, and the water transport figures of each Japanese rebellion during the Jiajing period. He also threatened that the territory of the Ming Dynasty spanned the Eurasian continent and that history had been rewritten. He said he didn't learn it, he just "remembered it". Medical science tells me this is called delusion. But there is one thing that medicine cannot explain: delusions do not produce knowledge. A person does not "remember" something he has never learned. Unless that's not his memory at all. It's someone else's. I can only use witchcraft to explain it. He was bewitched. In order to find the answer, I went to Xiangxi. There, I saw a bloodline of the same origin, a sufficiently closed aura, and a ritual on a full moon night. And a groom who had just tied the red string. It turns out that some memories, buried in the soil, have never died. Some voices, after four hundred years, are still looking for people to hear them.