These were the last words he left.
Then, without looking back, he followed the guard slowly away,
past the sun-drenched, hurricane-damaged yard.
The doctor looked at his back, realized and reluctant, but did not make a sound to stop him.
Yes, even though the sun finally came after the hurricane,
the fallen tree, the fallen flower, the broken yard, will never come back,
it is better to die as a good person than to become a demon, this is his choice .
Because, at least in that dead world, his garden was still as perfect as ever.
Life is a double flower.
His first life, named Andrew,
was a painful experience he couldn't control.
The stigma of war in alcohol, the mad wife, the child who died tragically early,
and the last big gunshot, and the warm blood gurgling from the wife's body.
Everything is out of control, nothing can be done.
So please go further, my memory,
let everything slowly blur, one day it will become a story of strangers.
His second life was named Teddy, and
it was a life he wanted to control.
Every minute and every second, he has to work hard, even if he bleeds and fights his life, it doesn't matter.
He wants to dig out the truth and prove that he is right, and
more importantly, he can never make any mistakes again, never, never lose anyone again.
"I'll come back for you," he said to Chuck, a police aide.
"You have to wait for me," he said to Rachel, the female doctor hiding in the cave.
"I'll get you out," he said to the implicated patient in prison.
Wait for me, I am getting closer to the truth step by step,
wait for me, let me fulfill my dream of being a good person in this second life.
Two lives, two stories, which one is true? Which is fake?
While Teddy is getting closer to his truth, Andrew is getting further and further from his memory of his truth.
Only in the dream, in the repeated dream,
will the two lives slowly get closer and closer.
The wife's sad smile and murmured love words in the ashes,
the corpses of prisoners and children's persistent and puzzled eyes in the snowdrifts,
Rachel, the female patient in the house, hugged the blood-covered child and begged him for help,
and, a little girl "You could have saved me" "You could have saved me" cry...
When the image of the wife Dolores gradually replaces the patient Rachel in the dream,
when the wife and the little girl start to appear in the same dream, the image of
Teddy and Andrew Life is finally reuniting.
It turns out that other people's stories are their own lives,
while their own lives are, but nothing.
In the morning after the hurricane, he finally woke up, woke up
from Teddy's dream, and returned to Andrew's life.
It turned out that those interlocking and layered conspiracies did not exist.
The reason why the layout of the conspiracy was so seamless, and the reason why he had the ability to peel off the cocoons and turn them around,
was because everything had been rehearsed in his mind for two whole years,
700 Many days, over and over, over and over again.
No, no, how could such a real Teddy, such a heroic Teddy, be just Andrew's dream?
Indeed, it's not exactly a dream,
it's actually a performance rehearsed according to the dream.
He's a screenwriter, and his doctors and patients have a variety of roles,
does that sound familiar?
Yes, the patient character named Rachel in the show also arranged a dream for himself that he did not want to wake up from.
I finally understand why there are so many ridiculous and awkward little details,
it turns out that the actors are not very familiar with their new roles.
When they first came to the island, everyone was armed with live ammunition and looked nervous. How could it be that the island police were welcoming their colleagues?
When Chuck handed over the gun, how could he be a rookie who couldn't undo the holster again and again, how could he be a veteran police officer who has held a gun for four years?
Even he himself has been in a trance many times.
On the way to the lighthouse, Chuck handed over the case paper of patient No. 67.
If it was the police officer Teddy who swore the truth, how could he put it aside for a while, saying wait. see you later?
In fact, it wasn't that he didn't want to unravel the mystery,
but he knew subconsciously that the answer on the paper wasn't the answer Teddy wanted.
The embarrassment inside and outside the play, the confusion on and off the stage, and
all the clues betray the same truth.
It turns out that except for this island, except for this hurricane, everything is just his dream, just a grand performance.
No wonder, every breakthrough, every new discovery, happened to happen when he was alone, and
by coincidence, even Chuck, who was inseparable from him, was always not by his side.
Chuck was turning around and pouring water as the female patient wrote the "run" reminder in his notebook.
When the unrecognizable inmate who was beaten in Building C talked to him, there was no one else around in the darkness.
Oh, except for the widow's ghost looking at him sadly, and the doctor who secretly recorded their conversation.
There is also the cave on the cliff,
except for the female doctor who told the so-called truth,
There were only cold, wet rocks, and mice shivering in the cold.
It turns out that none of these scenes ever actually happened,
or even listed in the show's script.
It turns out these are just his own handwriting, his own interpretations, and his own conversations.
The last moment when the truth was revealed, like the hurricane on the island, it was dark and boundless.
The two voices of Teddy and Andrew tugged in his head, making him aching.
He doesn't want to wake up, why does he have to wake up,
all he wants is a second chance, even if it's only in a dream.
Suddenly, a third voice sounded in his ear, it was his doctor -
Andrew, if you don't wake up,
all the attempts, all the efforts, all the progress on this island will come to nothing and return to zero.
So, for your patients, be a good person and wake up.
"We're on the front lines of the war, Andrew, at this moment, it's all up to you."
For all my fellow patients, well, I wake up and be a good man.
And so the truth came out, and
Teddy, no, Andrew, finally got his answer, the answer about Patient 67.
It turned out that the assistant was the doctor who treated him.
It turned out that the patients were looking at him in fear. It
turned out that the tragedy by the lake was his children and his wife
. Rachel is his most beloved little daughter.
It turned out that the bullet on his wife's chest was also the trigger that he pulled.
It turned out that all the demons and all the tragedies were himself, he 's name is Andrew.
Life is like two flowers,
it turns out that neither one is under the control of man.
In Andrew's life, he was powerless to save the lives of his wife and children, but in
Teddy's life, he was powerless to save himself.
He had to be woken up, he had to stay out of the dream, and his Teddy had to disappear.
Rather than being a demon, it is better to die as a good person.
Let me choose again, doctor, and
let me leave this world in my second life and say goodbye to the demons of my first life forever.
He didn't look back, as the guard slowly walked away.
The small island under his feet was unusually calm and bright after the hurricane,
but where the bright sun shone, it was full of fallen flowers and withered branches and ruins.
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