I want my boss to calm down and ease his emotions.

The property manager standing in front of me looked like he was twenty-five or sixteen years old. It should be said that he is the only administrator in this community.

As soon as the kid said this, he was about to go back, and I immediately grabbed the other man's arm and asked, "I want to ask the editor who lived next door to the old lady where he went!"

The administrator was so stumbling that we couldn't speak for a long time, and in desperation, we had to give up the investigation here and simply go to the mental hospital.

After a 20-minute drive, we arrived at a small hilltop, a psychiatric hospital built on top of a hill, with an area of more than 2,000 square meters, but it was originally privately operated, but then due to lack of funds, it is now almost facing closure.

When I entered the mental hospital, it was not full of crazy people as I imagined, in fact, there were almost no people in the hospital, and as soon as I came in, I quickly found the director as a reporter and wanted to interview the place.

For private companies, interviews with journalists are the most popular way to give a free publicity to their company, and the dean welcomes us and invites us to dinner.

After all the prevarication, we ate some of them, and then I got to the point, and I asked the dean to let me meet the editor.

As soon as the dean heard that this editor had been our press station, of course he was very willing, so he led us to a room on the third floor, and in the corner of this room, I saw the girl with red pigtails sitting alone on the bed, her eyes blank.

When I saw this scene, I was a little disappointed in my heart, if the other party's mental state was not even able to communicate with others, then I am afraid that we would also run in vain.

After the dean came to the door, he warned us: "This girl was reported by the previous property manager, not mentally ill, so we forcibly took it in, we tried to contact the girl's family, but we couldn't contact it at all, and you editors have been living here for more than half a year!"

I gently twisted the door with my hand, and then the dean said, "Be careful, don't look at this girl quietly, but maybe at any time she will suddenly go crazy and attack others, it is best to keep a certain distance!"

After the dean said this, I didn't dare to enter.

If it was really a monster, I would have to break in, and then I stopped at the door and said hello to the editor inside, but there was no reaction at all.

The boss did the same thing with me, and got the same result, and finally I went back and asked the dean what was wrong with this girl.

According to the dean, the girl seemed to be mentally stimulated.

It's a long story, but after retiring from the music team, the editor suddenly changed his career to writing horror stories for some reason.

Every day, I slept at home during the day, and at night I said that I was inspired and stayed up all night.

But according to the horror stories written by the other party, it is not famous to climb the world only in some of the other party's relatively unknown small magazines.

When he first said this, the boss next to him said in surprise: "Dean, are you kidding, this female editor has never been the least daring, how can she write some horror stories, usually she doesn't even dare to listen to others!"

When I said this, in order to show us the main drama, the dean directly opened his wardrobe, took out a large number of yellowed books from it and placed them in front of us, and when I approached, I found that it was actually written by hand word by word.

In today's era, manuscripts are basically written only by computers, and few people use a pen to write on manuscript paper like this, I was a little surprised to see this scene, and then the dean next to me explained: "The reason why we caught this editor here is because the neighbors always call the police to say that this female editor is making a lot of noise, and in the middle of the night three watches in the building to disturb the people, when we go in to arrest people, the other party closes himself tightly and refuses to come out at home, but we can only break through to enter!"

There were so many manuscripts in front of me, all of which were found when the doctors from the psychiatric hospital broke into each other's rooms, and when they entered the room, they saw the editor sitting alone on the bed, holding a pen in his hand, and constantly writing some words on the white paper.

At the same time, he showed a very eerie smile to everyone.

At that time, the hospital went in to explain the situation, but your editor didn't respond at all, so everyone had no choice but to take the female editor to a mental hospital for temporary care.

If a family member or guardian can contact him, the patient will be sent back.

However, since this female editor was taken to a mental hospital, she often talks nonsense, and she keeps this kind of stupidity during the day, and at night she starts to get excited, and often opens the window for you and talks to herself to the people outside the window.

I took a look, this is the eighth floor, there is no one outside at all, the person who did it just exists in the mind of this female editor.

The dean said to me next to me: "This female editor often sings at night, and there are no lyrics, just humming a tune, and after we have asked several times, once the female editor looked out the window with strange eyes, and this is singing to the people outside the window!"

When the dean said this, his face showed endless helplessness.

Later, many experimental treatments were carried out in the hospital, but they were of no use to the female editor, and the dean could only be conservative, and his own willingness was no longer possible.

Unfortunately, the dean didn't know music, but when I asked what song he was singing, he didn't know or heard it.

But the boss next to me came to the spirit, and it was obvious that the lost song score was probably in the body of this female editor.

The boss was impatient and immediately asked the dean to take out all the things around the female editor.

But all the Dean could find was a small box, and there was nothing of value in it.

Then I went to the female editor and asked a few relevant questions, but the female editor was in a very bad state of mind and could not answer at all.