Let's give you a brain teaser in the first grade of elementary school, ride a monkey on a tree, a monkey under a tree, and ask, how many monkeys are there in total?

Oh no, not this one. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info asks what happens to a young man who is suspected of being mentally ill by the police and is admitted to a psychiatric hospital because of this, shouting in the hospital that his attending doctor is suffering from schizophrenia and could riot at any time to kill him?

The correct answer is - he will be diagnosed with mental illness!

"Oh my God, I should have thought of it." After I was pinned down by four strong security guards and tied into a dumpling with a palm-wide restraint belt, I realized my mistake for sure. Unfortunately, it seems that my awakening came too late.

"Xia Xueyi!" Just as I was feeling sorry for myself, the nurse called my name.

"Here!" In accordance with the rules that the comrade security had told me when I was thrown in, I shouted cooperatively to show that I had heard the roll call.

Of course, it's okay not to respond, after all, no one can force a psychopath to reply. But in this kind of place, only by cooperating obediently can it be confirmed that you will be cured, otherwise you will really be locked up to death.

I seem to have forgotten to introduce me again? But who cares, who cares what a psychopath says?

Well, I'll say it anyway.

After I yelled, I was diagnosed with mental illness, and they didn't tell me how severe or how mild it was. In short, schizophrenia, plus some mystic delusions of persecution.

After that, I was taken to the current ghost place, which the security comrades called the convalescence room, but in my opinion, it was more like a prison.

The furnishings of this ghost place are lackluster, and as far as the eye can see, the walls are full of yellow and white colors, and the only furniture is a few sets of tables and chairs that are not new, old and old. In addition, there are iron railings, in front of the door, on the window...... Everywhere, countless iron railings, taken as scrap iron and sold enough to eat eight lifetimes of Qingfeng buns.

There is only one passage between this place and the outside world, which is blocked by two layers of iron gates, and there is no possibility of escaping by impact. The nurses stayed in cubicles separated by two iron doors. The partition is separated from my prison by thick glass, no different from a normal window for taking medicine.

Nurses can see our every move through the huge glass and give instructions to the patients through the microphones installed in the cubicles—be quiet, come and get medicine, and so on.

As for people......

The nurses and security guards at the end of the gate watched over us like shepherds watching over the sheep. And my ...... The patients seem to be accustomed to it and do their own things.

I counted them, and there were eleven people in the retreat area, including me. Four of them were playing cards, three were watching cards, two were watching TV, and two were ...... I glanced at them from afar, and they sat there, in a daze.

Looking at the three groups of people who were separated, I thought for a moment. It's not discrimination, frankly, as a normal person, I'm really not interested in getting involved with mental patients. So after a few glances, I walked over to the TV and sat down with the other two. No matter how boring a TV show is, it's better to be with mental illness.

But this TV show is really boring, and I don't know who tunes the station, but it has been playing the satellite TV of the province next door. Can I watch satellite TV in the province next door? As the hometown of the saint, in addition to infertility advertisements in the satellite TV of the next province, it is the enrollment of Rexiang imported excavator repair majors, and it is also drunk.

"Classmate, let's play cards."

While I was watching the infertility advertisement, someone from the card crowd stood up and greeted me.

I followed the sound and saw that the person who spoke was about my age, about twenty years old. In terms of dress, he is no different from the others, all of them are blue and white striped hospital gowns. But when it comes to spirit, he can be said to be relaxed and happy, a hundred times stronger than others.

"What, won't you fight?" The young man was a little disappointed and took a hard puff on his cigarette.

"Not really, a little bit." I'm still a little wary of the mentally ill, and I don't dare to talk full. I'm afraid that I will stimulate any of these people like the four-eyed boy just stimulated. After thinking about it for a while, he vaguely admitted that he could play cards.

"Then come here, Mr. De is too stinky, you can replace him."

"Oh, okay."

Again, I don't want to do anything that irritates the mentally ill, and if you tell me to hit me, I'll beat me, otherwise what else can I do. However, just as I was ready to "stoop to the thief" and get up and walk to the table, the man named Mr. De made a fuss first.

"No, I'm going to fight! Who says I stink? ”

Mr. De was tall and thin, one might even say shriveled, and looked like an elongated shadow cast on the ground by the dried corpse of a hanged man. But because he had his back to me, I couldn't see his face clearly, and if his face was the same as his size, it would be a real stump.

When he heard that someone was going to let him leave the table, he stood up suddenly, pressed his hands on the table, and roared: "I persuaded the nurse that gave you the opportunity to play cards, otherwise what else could you do every day except watch infertility TV?" ”

"Okay, okay, I know that you have merit, and since that's the case, I'll give you a chance. We vote by a show of hands and let the masses decide your fate. The young man who asked me to play cards said, then raised his hand, and at the same time looked at his left and right with a smile: "I suggest that Mr. De be invited to play the game, who supports and who opposes?" ”

"Yes, yes, we all support." The other two at the table are also in their twenties. As soon as they heard the young man in the lead speak, they immediately smiled and quickly raised their hands to express their 120,000 points of support, just like a translator in an anti-Japanese drama, and they almost shouted "Taijun" and "Hi" a few times.

"You three don't represent the will of the people at all, you ......," Mr. De was very angry, but in the middle of his words, he was robbed of the conversation.

"The three of us can't represent the will of the people?" The young man who took the lead laughed dryly: "Then who can represent?" ”

"Nature is ......"

"Naturally what? I know what you're going to say, one person, one vote, but if you look at this group of people, do they understand what the big picture is? Or to put it simply, do they know how to play cards? Do you know how to play-cards? They lack the quality to play and they lack the quality to vote, how can they be qualified to vote? When the young man said this, the expression on his face gradually became gloomy: "I think you have probably forgotten that we can now sit here and play cards so peacefully without any interference, not by your one person, one vote, but by your fists." If it weren't for the three of us teaching them a good lesson, would you be able to play cards with peace of mind? ”

I followed the young man's gaze and noticed that the two patients who had been watching TV had turned their heads and looked at us, their eyes full of anger.

"Alpaca on ......" I felt a chill in my back when I almost watched a TV commercial for infertility with these two people.

At the same time that I couldn't help but be afraid, the dispute at the card table also came to an end, and Mr. De was outnumbered and could not escape being swept away.

Mr. De, who was the loser, turned around and left the table, and that's when I was able to see his face.

My first reaction was-

Chinese is so slippery, it is actually a gringo.

Then, when he looked up, he was completely exposed.

Shock was the only thing I could do, and nothing to say was my last calm. I had been speculating wildly before, wondering if Mr. De's face was as pitiful and cold as his tall, withered figure. In fact, however, in contrast to his mummified figure, Monsieur de possesses a perfect face, a Mediterranean-style face often seen in ancient Greek stone carvings.

I can't describe this damn face, I'm a man, I'm pretty sure I'm a man, a man who likes women. Yet for a moment, I couldn't take my eyes off his face, I questioned, I objected, I asked for an adjournment to silence me, I couldn't believe it was a human face.

Let me organize the language ...... Oh no, I'm going crazy with jealousy, and I refuse to describe his face.

I suddenly understood why Mr. De would say that it was all up to him that the nurses would allow them to play cards. Damn, nurses are all women, and women can't refuse such a face.

Seriously, when I saw Mr. De's face, I suddenly began to feel a little sympathetic to Nietzsche, to this brilliant genius with a sick brain. He shouted "Go to the woman, and don't forget to take your whip," which was ridiculed by Russell.

Russell boldly mocked Nietzsche: "These words are just the bluff of the loser, and he himself understands that even if he goes to the women with a whip, the women can conquer him and take away his whip." ”

But if Nietzsche had a face like Mr. De, then I think he could make women understand who was the master without a whip.