"Li Sanjin! Are you a special mother trying to frame me?" Liu Feng slapped the table directly, but was pressed down by the security guard around him and tied to the wheelchair.

"After the observation, the patient thought he was the person he imagined: Liu Feng. The dosage of the medicine increased and he was detained in a special ward."

Li Sanjin, wearing a white coat, finished writing a few strokes and was about to leave. He didn't care whether Liu Feng's condition worsened or returned to normal. He solved Liu Feng's affairs as soon as possible. Having a beautiful lunch was what he wanted to do the most.

Liu Feng was carried by someone and threw him into the ward. No strong nurse gave him a sedative, or he didn't need to get any sedative when staying in this ward.

The narrow ward is only a few square meters in total. The walls, ceilings and floors of the ward are all made of a soft compressive material. Even the doors are separated by double layers, one layer of shock-proof doors with softer material, and the other layer outside is the iron door.

There are no windows around the room, extremely depressing, and there are no ventilation ports. The lamp tubes are embedded in the joints between the walls and the ceiling. A stinking smell stimulates Liu Feng's nose from time to time. It is a squat-style toilet in the corner of the room. The yellow stains on it constantly spread the smell of aged feces.

Liu Feng punched the wall, and his hand felt much better than a sandbag. "If you want to commit suicide here, there is no other way except to bury your head in the toilet..."

"Tianji?"

No one responded to him.

Pa! Papa! Liu Feng snapped his fingers several times in a row, but nothing happened.

Liu Feng was stunned and sat on the bed, muttering: "The end of the world, zombies, and secrets of heaven... are they all my fantasies?"

No! There must be something wrong!

But Liu Feng couldn't think too much about it. The small window on the door of the ward had been opened: "5o6."

Qiu Feihong's voice came from outside the door: "Get out for a routine physical examination."

Just as Liu Feng was about to go out, Qiu Feihong said viciously: "If you pick up something and smash it on the heads of our three brothers, I... don't think of living in such a comfortable house...waiting to send it to Yang Yongxin!"

"5o6 is very cooperative today? In the past, he thought his arm had broken when he was pumping his blood." The doctor who tested the test muttered while working.

"Be careful... Wang Shaoyang, who was diagnosed normally last time, was released from the 5o6 boy, always thought that the three of us brothers killed Wang Shaoyang." Qiu Sheng reminded the doctor.

"Yes, I brought that fool Erliang to us and tried hard. He swung the mop and hit our heads. After the hammer, he laughed and said that our heads were blown up..." Deng Xi shrank his neck and said with lingering fear.

"The three brothers from the Liu family who came here to inspect the last time almost made this kid 5o6 blind. You don't know what you are doing as a security guard..."

Several security guards stared at Liu Feng fiercely, and expressed Liu Feng's great achievements without any hesitation.

"Is this kid so serious?"

"No, you have to be more careful. Don't look at these guys who are usually stupid, it's better not to get sick. It's more terrible than anything else when you get sick. I wish I could throw it down and bite it off your flesh."

While chatting, several security guards clasped Liu Feng's buttons a few more points...

They would not avoid any slightest avoidance in front of Liu Feng. In their eyes, Liu Feng was like a dog lurking with rabies. He would bite you fiercely at any time.

And dogs don't understand people's words, and they don't have to worry about Liu Feng's ideas at all.

"Do you usually treat all mental illnesses like this?" Liu Feng didn't care about the doctor who wiped alcohol on his arm, and turned to ask Brother Qiu Feihong and several other security guards.

"Yo, can you still chat? What's wrong? I heard you killed something again?"

"Hahahahaha, this guy poured toilet water on his head, pretending to be on fire while pouring it, and I was so laughing to death."

Seeing that these security guards could not give them effective answers, Liu Feng ignored them.

......

Liu Feng did not make any resistance during the examination. The doctor quickly processed Liu Feng's information and then filled out the form to apply for the process.

Qiu Feihong and others sent Liu Feng back to his ward. In the small space, Liu Feng was the only one...

Nowadays, prisons and police stations, the most severe way to punish prisoners is to be confined. Stay in a small dark room for one day, a week or a month. No one is not afraid of coming out, and no one is not desperate about the endless silence.

Liu Feng lay directly on the ground. The floor was soft. Maybe he was afraid that the patient would fantasize about being a diving athlete, so he had a big head facing down.

The most important thing about the situation in front of me is to figure out what I was in. Liu Feng took a few simple steps in the ward and jumped a few times, and found that he was not as good as an ordinary person...

Then there are only two situations now:

The first type: Everything in front of you is false, it is his own consciousness space, or he is now in other people's consciousness space, which he associates from the consciousness space of Tianji.

The second type: This is also the most terrifying type. Everything in front of you is real, and this is the real world...

In any case, Liu Feng's memory of "The Book of Truth" still exists. Liu Feng remembers many huge mythological systems in history. If these are all fake, then Liu Feng can write novels.

At least the person who is thinking about problems in this body's mind is Liu Feng, not the mentally ill.

......

Time for thinking always passes quickly, and Jin Yue's voice sounded outside the door: "It's time to eat."

The baffle was opened and a plate of food was handed in next to the door panel.

At this time, when Liu Feng smelled the food, he realized that he seemed a little hungry. If this was in consciousness, how could he be hungry? If he was hungry, wouldn't that be there?

Liu Feng glanced at the toilet and swallowed.

I can't figure it out, but I still have to eat it. People are iron rice and steel, so I'm so hungry that I don't eat it for a meal.

Because the room was very small, Liu Feng was too lazy to stand up and crawled directly to the position of handing the meal.

The lunch in the mental hospital is surprisingly good. Three dishes, one soup and staple food are not completely different from the sticky color that is rumored or Liu Feng imagined. The sticky and semi-solid paste was not as good as the paste.

A portion of meat, a portion of vegetarian dishes, and a portion of cold dishes. The tableware is a special tableware, which is very soft and can just hold food without being killed by the patient.

Since the end of the world, Liu Feng's mouth has been kept by the chef Wang Magan, but since the Blood Moon Base has parted, Liu Feng has rarely eaten serious food. Now this serious food is placed in front of Liu Feng, which makes Liu Feng feel a little sarcastic.
Chapter completed!