After nothing came of the investigation, we had to leave the hospital, except that before we left, we took all the things of the female editor back to the studio.

Before leaving, the dean wanted us to bring the female editor back with him, but in the end, the boss gave the dean a little money, and the matter was settled.

Now that everyone is anxious, how can they have time to manage a mentally ill person.

When we walked to the door, I glanced back at the original location on the eighth floor, but at this moment I suddenly saw the female editor, who had been clinging to the edge of the window at some point, and kept drawing on the window with her hands.

I squinted my eyes and said to the dean before getting into the car, "Do you know what the other person is drawing?"

When he said this, the dean looked up and said in surprise, "Who is that?"

The dean asked, I want to laugh, this is the other party's mental hospital, if the dean doesn't know who it is, then how can we know that the room is not where you are talking about it?

After I expressed the doubts in my heart, I heard the dean sigh: "You have a good relationship with that female editor, that female editor lives in bed every day after becoming mentally ill, motionless, the strange thing is that the skills of the whole person's body seem to have disappeared, eating, drinking and Lazar do not exist, and today I went to the ground for the first time!"

The dean still had a smile on his lips when he said this, but who knew that in the next second, the smile would freeze on his face.

This guy looked at the window as if talking to himself and said, "Damn, that Nujuan sister won't be mentally ill at all, right?

I frowned, not understanding what the other person was saying.

Then the dean said, "The person in the window is not a female editor at all, don't you see that the window is reflective? In fact, the person we are standing here and seeing is not the person in your editing ward, but on the other side!"

When I looked back, I found that the opposite side of the asylum was completely empty, without any buildings, and in this case, how could even reflective glass reflect the human figure?

When I saw this, I cautiously made a spell.

The next thing I saw was another woman levitating in the air outside the window of the mental hospital on the eighth floor, but it was only for a moment, and it disappeared in an instant, but this moment was enough, because all three of us saw the existence of the mysterious woman.

The dean glared and scolded: "There are really ghosts!"

We immediately hurried back to the ward, and when we arrived at the border door, we found that the door had been locked from the inside for some reason.

The dean pushed it a few times and didn't push it away, and immediately ordered the doctors around him to get the key out of the room, and I yelled outside the door, but there was no response at all.

Then the dean opened the door, but when he went, he still couldn't open it.

It was as if there was a lot of furniture piled up inside the door.

Several of us worked together to push the door inside, but with all our might, we only pushed the door open a small gap.

At the same time, I heard a click, the sound of glass breaking.

All three of us didn't move.

The scene fell into a silence, anyone could think of what happened, but no one was willing to say, and in the end, I had no choice but to say silently: "Let's go downstairs!"

The three of us walked down from the eighth floor again, and when we arrived in the courtyard of the mental hospital, all we saw was a corpse, and the female editor had committed suicide by breaking the glass and jumping off the building.

The corpse was already in a state of blurred flesh and blood, and it was impossible to identify it at all!

The dean looked at the corpse and said as if to himself, "How can this be? Although this patient is mentally unstable, he has never been suicidal!"

When the dean said this, he immediately asked the surrounding doctors to take out the medical records of the female editor, and then carefully read it from top to bottom, and after research, it was found that the female editor had a very strong tendency to attack and violence, but there was absolutely no intention of suicide.

In the end, we still held on, and only when the police arrived at the scene, this matter could only be treated as an accident.

Later, we asked the police if we could contact the family of the female editor, and only then did we know that the female editor had always been alone, and after graduating from college and having a conflict with her family, she had been working and studying alone, and then she had cut off all contact with her family a long time ago, and the phone numbers that were investigated in the police system were all empty, and I am afraid that the family had not been in contact for a long time.

The police have full authority to dispose of the corpses.

After this incident, my boss and I decided to go back to the editor's original residence to have a look.

I had heard that when a female editor was writing horror novels in her own home, she used to do some strange things, and I felt that there might be something hidden in that room.

However, before we went here, we decided to go upstairs first, and by the time we took the elevator to the eighth floor, we saw that the whole room was already in a mess.

It is obvious that this female editor had gone crazy before jumping off the building and committing suicide, knocking down all the beds and kneeling around, and judging from the police to the scene, it can be predicted that this female editor suddenly went crazy not long after we left, and finally broke through the glass and jumped off the building to commit suicide.

If this kind of thing happens in a psychiatric hospital, it will also be condemned by society, and it is estimated that it will be closed soon.

As the director of the psychiatric hospital, his face was very ugly, and he always showed a non-answering attitude when we talked to each other afterwards.

It's as if this dean is complaining to me, since I have found my subordinates, why don't I take them back?

If I hadn't put this female editor here, maybe there wouldn't have been a suicide by jumping off a building, and my job wouldn't have been lost.

The boss of our company also feels deeply sorry for this incident, and is constantly accompanying the dean, but the relationship between the two of them, I don't think it is good.

While they were chatting, I suddenly looked at the broken glass, and at this time there was such a window full of gas next to the broken glass.