Luocheng, autumn.

In the empty office, under the pale incandescent light, the middle-aged doctor pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Hello Chen Ji, I need to ask you some questions now. After you answer, I will base on my judgment the five levels of 'none', 'very light', 'moderate', 'severe' and 'very serious'"

Come and make a rating, okay?”

"Can."

"Do you want to end your life?"

“…end whose life?”

"Your own."

"That's not the case."

The middle-aged doctor hesitated for a moment: "Do you hold a grudge? Is it difficult to forgive those who have hurt you?"

"I don't hold grudges."

"Do you often forget things? What memories do you have of being twelve years old?"

Opposite the doctor, eighteen-year-old Chen Ji's gaze drifted to the dark night outside the window: "Twelve years old? That summer, my deskmate Ma Kai secretly took away an eraser from me. I liked that eraser very much because it had Uchiha on it.

Weasel pattern."

The doctor's eyes returned to the previous grudge question, crossed out "1 point, none", and re-wrote "5 points, very serious".

He looked at the young man opposite him carefully. Eighteen-year-old Chen Ji was quite handsome. He seemed to have clean skin and clear and sincere eyes because he had not been out for a long time.

"Next question, can you tolerate being alone?"

This time, Chen Ji finally stopped to think about the question seriously. After a long time, he replied: "Okay."

…

…

The questioning lasted for half an hour. When the hands of the quartz clock on the wall jumped to ten o'clock at night, the doctor said: "Last question, do you feel that someone wants to harm you?"

Chen Ji: "No, my family is very good to me."

The doctor's eyelids twitched slightly, and he quickly recorded in his notebook: 168 positive symptoms, 67 positive items, factor score 3.8. After the death of his parents in a car accident, the patient suffered from severe post-traumatic stress disorder and was prone to violence.

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"Classmate Chen Ji, the diagnosis results show that you have severe post-traumatic stress disorder and need to be hospitalized for observation. The nurse will take you to the ward on the sixth floor later. Your mobile phone needs to be handed over to me. External information will interfere with you and affect your treatment.

Effect."

"Oh," Chen Ji didn't seem surprised.

"Sit here for a while. I have to inform your family about the results." The doctor stood up with the diagnosis certificate.

"Wait!" Chen Ji called to him.

"What's wrong?" the doctor turned around and asked.

"I haven't given you my cell phone yet," Chen Ji took out a cell phone from his pocket and handed it to the doctor.

"I'm just keeping the phone for you temporarily," the doctor put the phone into his pocket, turned around and went out, closing the door tightly before going out.

There was only a middle-aged couple in the empty and dark corridor outside the door, both of them looking anxious.

The man stepped forward and said, "Old Liu, is everything going well? Did he...find anything?"

"No, he thinks you're pretty good," doctor Liu nodded: "Here's the diagnosis. You can go to the court to apply to declare him a 'person without capacity for civil conduct.'"

The middle-aged woman smiled awkwardly: "Thank you, Old Liu. I'll treat you to dinner later."

The doctor, Lao Liupi, smiled but said: "Just skip meals. I don't know why you want to label him a mental patient, and I don't want to ask. But when the court comes to review, I can also overturn my diagnosis."

"

Chen Ji's second uncle, Chen Shuo, quickly took out a bulging portfolio from his black leather bag: "You count."

Doctor Lao Liu opened the file and took a look: "Okay, you can go back, I will arrange for him to be hospitalized. I don't think he has any intention of resisting, but to be on the safe side, I called two male nurses over."

"Okay, I'm leaving then," Chen Shuo walked to the elevator with his wife Wang Huiling.

In the dim corridor, Wang Huiling asked her husband in a low voice as she walked: "How much did you stuff him?"

"fifty thousand."

"Given so much? He just sat there and asked a few questions. Why did he get so much?" The fat Wang Huiling stared at her bullseye.

Chen Shuo was impatient: "Do you really think you can treat someone to a meal and that's it? It's only fifty thousand yuan, nothing compared to Chen Ji's house! Hurry to the court tomorrow to submit an application. Wait until he becomes a person without capacity for civil conduct.

Transfer the house to our names to avoid long nights and dreams."

Wang Huiling whispered: "Is Lao Liu reliable? Don't let Chen Ji run out of the hospital."

"Don't worry. I heard that the sixth floor of the hospital is like a prison. You can't escape. Don't talk about things in this ghost place. I always think it's spooky here."

When he walked out of the mental hospital, Chen Shuo looked back unexpectedly.

In the night, the twisted and dense wall-creepers snaked around the building, almost blocking the windows. When he glanced over, there were shadows swaying in the gaps of the wall-creepers, as if there were many 'people' watching him there.

…

…

Chen Ji was held by two male nurses, one on the left and the other on the right, walking in the dark corridor on the sixth floor. Only the safe passage signs on the wall provided some faint light.

There is no nurse station on this floor, and there is only an iron door at the end of the corridor that requires a password to be opened. One male nurse covered Chen Yi's eyes while the other entered the password.

With a click, the door opened.

Inside the door is an empty hall, with single beds placed every one and a half meters. In the darkness, the single beds are like coffins, there are hundreds of them.

The next moment, black figures sat up on the beds, turned their heads, and silently stared in the direction of the traces.

The male nurse whispered: "Don't worry about them, finish your work and go out."

The two of them laid Chen Yu down on the bed and fixed his hands and feet with restraints.

"Wait!" Chen Ji said.

"What's wrong?" the male nurse was impatient.

Chen Ji: "Don't you need to change into a hospital gown?"

"...You must be sick," the male nurse cursed in a low voice, then turned to his colleague and said, "Leave quickly."

With a clang, the iron door closed, and the room fell into silence again.

Chen Ji turned his head and looked around. The windows in the ward were all welded with stainless steel security windows.

Swish, swish, swish.

There was the sound of clothes and bedding rubbing against each other in the ward, followed by the sound of soft footsteps.

Chen Ji heard those voices approaching him, and the voices became more and more numerous and closer.

"No..." Chen Ji helplessly opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling: "You're just going to tie me up? How presumptuous."

Through the faint moonlight outside the window, he saw five or six heads poking out like turtles, crowding the ceiling in his field of vision. There were also weird smiles on each of their dark cheeks.

Chen Ji: "It's so scary. My mental illness was cured..."

Someone asked in a low voice: "Do you think he usually poops before or after meals?"

"Wait for me to call the United Nations and ask the United Nations," he said. A middle-aged man took out a calculator and quickly pressed a series of numbers. The crisp female counting sound was particularly abrupt in the ward.

Before he finished pressing the button, an old man pressed the calculator.

"Return to zero."

All sounds disappeared and the patients made way for the old man.

The old man came to the bedside, bent down and looked down at Chen Ji: "You are really here."

Chen Ji: "What do you mean?"

The old man took out a piece of paper: "Someone once said that you would be here today."

On that piece of paper, his appearance was clearly drawn with a pencil, lifelike.

Chen Ji was in awe: "It's very reasonable."

…

…

People who end up in mental hospitals are either too stupid or too smart.

They are just dealing with themselves in a paranoid world, endless and unable to escape.

Chen Ji has some respect for mental hospitals.

So when he saw the sketch, he suddenly felt that the world began to become mysterious: "My head feels so itchy, as if I am about to grow a brain! Old man, did you draw this?"

"I didn't paint it, but I can take you to see the person who painted it." The old man untied Chen Ji, and all the patients made way for them.

At the end of the passage, a young man sat stupidly beside the bed, staring blankly out of the window.

"What's his illness?" Chen Ji asked.

"Severe delusion, he always said that he lived in another world and that this world was his dream. Later, he developed dissociative symptoms and became completely stupid," the old man replied.

"When did he come in?"

"He came here a year ago. He said you would show up today to prove he wasn't lying."

Chen Ji looked at the old man in surprise: "What is your disease? Your thinking is extremely clear."

"I'm not sick," the old man said.

"A bit like a mental patient..."

The old man was annoyed: "I'm really not sick. I committed some crime before and hid here. If you don't believe me, ask me on the Paranoid Thinking Scale."

Chen Ji: "Do you like dad or mom?"

Old man: "I like mom."

Chen Ji: "..."

He came to the delusional young man: "Hello?"

But the young man just stared out the window in the darkness and did not speak.

Old man: "He hasn't spoken for half a year."

"What's his name?"

"Li Qingniao."

Chen Ji felt a little regretful. He looked at the dumbfounded Li Qingniao carefully and asked in a low voice: "Old man, has he ever mentioned what the world he lives in is like?"

"No," the old man shook his head.

Chen Ji asked again: "Old man, has he received any treatment after entering the hospital? Is there any way to restore his consciousness?"

"No matter how hard you treat me, if you live on the sixth floor, you will give up treatment. Just live."

"Ah? No more resuscitation? What if it's cured?"

"It can be cured," the old man said, touching his chin.

"How to cure it?"

"There was a little girl with severe depression who lost more than 30 pounds in more than a month. Later, her father won more than 20 million in lottery tickets and took her out of the hospital, and she recovered."

ah?

Chen Ji slowly turned his head to look at Li Qingniao: "I'll give you 20 million, too."

Li Qingniao, who had been silent for half a year, suddenly said: "You are going to that world too."

ah?

The old man's eyes widened.

Chen Ji quickly continued to ask: "How to get to that world?"

Li Qingniao remained silent again.

Chen Ji: "I'll give you another 20 million!"

Li Qingniao: "The people from Luzhou in Beiju will be responsible for the smuggling."

Chen Ji: "I'll give you another 20 million...what will that world be like?"

Li Qingniao paused for two seconds: "Your card has a total of more than 40 million."

Chen Ji: "???"

Brother, are you pretending to be sick?

He stretched out his hand to pinch Li Qingniao's cheek, but no matter what he did, Li Qingniao never spoke again.

The old man bent his back and asked with his hands behind his back: "Young man, why did you come in?"

Chen Ji responded: "My parents passed away and I have been a bit autistic in the past six months, so my second uncle and second aunt sent me here."

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly: "Young man, how much inheritance did your parents leave you?"

Chen Ji: "A villa worth more than 20 million yuan, and a deposit of tens of millions."

The old man thought thoughtfully: "Then you have to be careful about your second uncle and second aunt. If they apply to the court to rule you as 'incompetent for civil conduct', you will not be able to keep your property."

Chen Ji's expression was submerged in the darkness of the ward: "How could it be possible? They are my relatives."

The wind picked up outside the window, blowing the wall-creeper swaying. The shadows of the leaves filtered through by the moonlight were swaying and beating on the ground like black flames.
Chapter completed!