S City. In the vast land of Huaguo, S City, which has an ordinary economic development and an ordinary geographical location, and does not cover a large area, is like a faint star in the starry sky, which is so inconspicuous. Even people from the same province did not know that there was such a small city so close on the map.

In this humble city, a private hospital called Nanshan Psychiatric Hospital is located in a remote part of Nanshan. It is a deserted place, not to mention advertising the admission of patients, but there are various versions of grotesque legends.

Different from the ordinary appearance and common name, the interior of the psychiatric hospital is well-equipped and high-end, and there are all kinds of cutting-edge precision instruments that cannot be named, and even many clinicians who specialize in mental illness may not be able to accurately name the specific purpose of these high-tech instruments if they come here.

The people here are either the top names in their field or the rising stars. Even the security guards are one in a hundred in the army. Before entering the hospital, they are taken to a mysterious place, undergo rigorous training, and only those who stand out from the fierce competition are eligible to sign a non-disclosure agreement for admission.

At this time, in a room separated by single-sided glass as if a mirror image, a thin young man wearing a white coat with gold-wire glasses was looking at Zheng Ming on the other side of the single-sided glass with a calm face. His surname is Song and his name is Zihua.

"He's observing. Looks like I'm really awake. Did you notice any unusual behavior? ”

Hearing his question, the young man standing beside him thought for a moment before shaking his head. The young man had finely shredded hair and sunken cheeks, as if he had a serious illness.

"I haven't found it yet. But ......"

"But what?"

"Don't you think it's strange? If it is a normal person who has been in a coma for nearly two years, how can he be so calm. Do you think he remembers what happened all these years? ”

Song Zihua nodded in agreement when he heard this, and said thoughtfully: "His performance is indeed different from the data. ”

If there is anyone in the world who knows the "lonely person" in front of him best, Song Zihua feels that it must be himself. After accepting the rigorous examination and entering here with the back steps of the instructor, the first thing he came into contact with was the patient in front of him.

It can be said that he poured all his enthusiasm into the man in front of him who was silently looking around. The yearning for the spiritual realm, the medical realm, and the mystical realm once made him frantically collect all the information about the patient without sleep or food.

And now the man who had caused him to scratch off countless hairs and insomnia for countless days and nights woke up inexplicably, and sat quietly on the table and chair like an ordinary person, as if nothing had happened.

"Doctor Song?"

The dry voice from behind him pulled Song Zihua's thoughts back as he drifted farther and farther away.

"Let's go. Let's go talk to him. ”

Song Zihua once again took a deep look at Zheng Ming, who looked like usual, through the single-sided glass, and took the lead in walking towards the exit.

……

On the other side, Zheng Ming, who was sitting alone at the table and chair, looked around boredly. From the first moment he entered, he saw the wall that took up half of the wall, like sunglasses. Combined with the shape and structure of the room, Zheng Ming has reason to suspect that this is a room similar to the interrogation room in the movie.

Suddenly, there was a slight grinding sound of the door, and it slowly slid open to the side, and a young man with gold-rimmed glasses and a tall and thin young man stepped in one after the other.

From the godless dead fish eyes, Zheng Ming recognized at a glance that the thin young man was the one who had spied on him through the lookout before.

"Who are you? The two men who brought me here just now don't look like normal 'staff'. Before Song Zihua could sit down completely, Zheng Ming took the lead in asking.

Song Zihua did not answer Zheng Ming's question immediately, but calmly sat down opposite Zheng Ming.

The two sat across the bank and looked at each other silently for a long time, and in the end, Song Zihua was the first to lose.

"Hello, Zheng Ming. My name is Song Zihua and I am your attending doctor. ”

"Oh? Can I ask what the disease is? I don't think I'm sick. ”

Song Zihua's expression was a little strange when he heard this, he pursed his lips and muttered for a long time, as if he was organizing his words and as if he was constricting his expression.

"You don't remember?"

"Should I remember?"

Song Zihua saw that Zheng Ming pushed out all the words as if he was playing Tai Chi, but did not reveal the slightest useful information, and his eyes under the glasses suddenly narrowed slightly.

"There's no point in a guessing conversation like this, it's a waste of time. Let's go straight to the conversation, shall we? How about a question and an answer? ”

"Okay."

Zheng Ming replied very cheerfully, but Song Zihua, who made the suggestion, was stunned. He hesitated for a moment, finally endured the question, calmed down and asked solemnly.

"Let me ask a question first. Do you remember when you were in a coma? ”

Zheng Ming's heart moved when he heard this, and he replied quietly: "I don't remember." How long have I been in a coma? ”

"Ten months and 17 days in a year, for a total of 687 days. Do you remember what happened before you fell unconscious? ”

Zheng Ming fell silent when he heard this, he didn't even know what his identity was in this world, so it was naturally impossible to know what happened before the so-called coma, and Zheng Ming found a loophole in Song Zihua's answer.

"I've been in a coma for 687 days? Not to mention that the longer the coma, the higher the mortality and disability rate. Even if you take good care of you, you can't stop the natural atrophy of muscle tissue, and if you want to move normally again, it usually takes a long time of conditioning and rehabilitation exercises, but I only felt a slight dizziness and fatigue when I woke up. The physical condition is almost indistinguishable from that of ordinary people. Speaking of this, Zheng Ming paused and quietly waited for Song Zihua's explanation.

Regarding Zheng Ming's eyes that seemed to expose lies, Song Zihua calmly agreed.

"What you said is not comprehensive, but it is not unreasonable. But ......" Song Zihua changed his words, and his gaze at Zheng Ming became more and more weird.

"But that's why I'm here, and that's why you're sick. You may not know that while you're unconscious, you're in a nocturnal state that lasts for a long time. Probably that's why your body isn't declining. It's like you're in a state of fright, often making dangerous moves that resemble an attack, and yelling as if you're fighting someone. Transferring you to the intensive care unit is also for your safety and that of others. If you see the footage, you'll understand. ”

Although he successfully changed the topic by relying on some questioning, hearing Song Zihua's explanation, Zheng Ming's pupils shrank suddenly, and a storm broke off in his heart.

"What did I say?"

"What kind of mimorphism, black flame, devouring or something, for a while shouting what dragon flame breath, recently changed to ten thousand swords to come to the court, demon flame."

“……”

Song Zihua glanced at Zheng Ming, who had clasped his hands together and propped up his chin and was silent for a long time, and explained loudly: "Maybe you are not really in a coma, it can be seen from your active brain activities, it should be more appropriate to say that you are dreaming." Maybe your nocturnal wandering syndrome also stems from this, did you travel to a strange world in your dreams that you can cultivate? ”

“……”

Zheng Ming didn't answer Song Zihua, there were too many years in his brain at this time. The experience of these years is just an idiot dream, maybe anything can happen, and he needs to think about it carefully.

"Can I see the footage you said?"

He asked Song Zihua in a low voice.

"Yes."

Song Zihua replied.

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