Xiao Ling carefully drew a short horizontal line on the wall on one side with his fingernails.

After repeating it several times, a horizontal line was left on the snow-white wall, which, together with the previously carved line, formed a "positive" character.

With the addition of the previous four "positive" characters, there are a total of five "positive" characters on the wall.

Draw one stroke a day, five "positive" characters, representing twenty-five days.

This is the twenty-fifth day he has been in a psychiatric hospital.

He didn't have a cell phone, he didn't have a watch, and he didn't even know the exact time of the moment.

In this snow-white ward, the time is determined according to the number of meals and medicines taken three times a day, and the word "zheng" is secretly carved on the wall to calculate the days.

More than a month ago, he was the only survivor of a car accident in which he was travelling in a long-distance bus that killed 28 other people, including the driver.

He suffered a head injury in a car accident, woke up with severe sequelae, began to see all kinds of strange and terrifying scenes, and was in an extremely unstable state of emotions, and finally twenty-five days ago, he was forcibly admitted to this psychiatric hospital for treatment.

Xiao Ling didn't know if he was really mentally ill, he felt that he had the mind of a normal person, but he could really see a lot of terrifying, weird and incomprehensible things.

For example, at this moment, he saw a ball of light floating outside the window on the side of the ward.

The ball of light was about the size of a basketball, and in the nearly transparent ball of light was a small white figure struggling and twisting in the ball of light.

Vaguely, Xiao Ling could still see the white villain with his mouth open, as if he was shouting something, but no matter how he struggled, he couldn't escape the white ball of light.

In a trance, Xiao Ling suddenly felt that this white villain was a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

After thinking about it carefully, he finally remembered that this little white man's face looked like a cleaner in the hospital, and he had entered his ward to clean up, and he had a little impression that the nurses and doctors called him Lao Wu.

When Xiao Ling first saw these strange scenes, he was full of fear, and when he saw people, he said that he screamed desperately, but unfortunately everyone looked at him with pity on their faces, thinking that he was a very serious hysteria, a kind of mental illness, and in the end, he was sent to a mental hospital.

After so many days of compulsory treatment, Xiao Ling was a little numb, at least when he saw this strange ball of light and the villain, he became very quiet, just watched silently, no longer yelling, and would not tell anyone again.

He understood that only in this way could the doctor think that he was emotionally stable, that the treatment was effective, and that he would have a chance to leave this damn mental hospital.

Suddenly, a large hand appeared outside the window.

The big hand was open, bigger than the whole window.

This hand, miserable white, without the slightest blood, was cut out of a thin sheet of white paper.

Although it was not the first time he had seen it, Xiao Ling still felt a chill in his heart, and a chill came out of the depths of his back.

He knew the reason for the appearance of this big white hand.

The two fingers of this big hand twisted the floating white ball of light between the two huge fingers.

Pressed by the huge finger, the ball of light was twisting and fluctuating, and the trapped white villain felt even more painful, as if he was screaming desperately, but unfortunately, no sound came out.

Xiao Ling tilted his head, his eyes glazed, and just stared blankly at what was happening outside the window.

Watching the big white hands fold, he finally left with the white ball of light and the white little man inside, and disappeared outside the window.

Suddenly, there was a sound of someone running outside, vaguely like someone was shouting something.

"Come on, someone, something happened to Lao Wu—"

"What's going on?" Someone else shouted.

"Lao Wu just fell down the stairs, as if he was unconscious-"

Faintly listening to the staccato cry, there was some confusion outside.

Xiao Ling listened to it, and then inexplicably showed a somewhat weird smile.

No wonder he thought that the little white man looked like the cleaner Lao Wu, it turned out that he really had an accident, and he could even judge that Lao Wu was dead.

This is not the first time he has seen this situation.

When the little white man, who resembled someone, was taken away by the big hand, the man died, and no one could save him.

Is this an illusion or an omen, and why is it so accurate every time?

Xiao Ling reached out and stroked his forehead, feeling that his mental illness was getting worse.

The next day, news came, Xiao Ling's guess really came true, Lao Wu fell downstairs and suffered a cerebral hemorrhage, and finally failed to be saved and died.

Xiao Ling didn't say anything, now that he has learned to be obedient, he will not tell anyone anything strange and weird when he sees it, he knows that once he says it, he will be regarded as a serious condition again, and the doctor will increase the dose of medicine used on him.

There are a lot of medicines that he secretly hides because the nurses are not prepared.

He was really afraid that if he continued to eat, he would become a fool.

In the morning, the doctor of the hospital would take the nurse to inspect the ward as usual, and to his surprise, this time the person who came to inspect the ward was an old doctor who had never seen before, and he was fifty or sixty years old, his hair was a little gray, and he was followed by two nurses he was familiar with, and he knew that the older one was the head nurse.

"Xiao Ling, how do you feel today, this is President Zhou of our hospital." Among them, the head nurse in his thirties introduced Xiao Ling to this old doctor he had never seen before.

Xiao Ling's eyelids raised, he was not interested in whether it was Dean Zhou or some director who came today.

This week, the dean didn't care about Xiao Ling's attitude, but waved his hand and asked the two nurses to go out first.

"I'd like to talk to him alone." Dean Zhou showed great interest.

Xiao Ling was quite honest for a while, at least he was not the kind of mental patient with violent tendencies, and the two nurses were not worried, and walked out busily.

Dean Zhou turned around and closed the door of the ward.

When Xiao Ling saw Dean Zhou's actions, he felt a little strange in his heart, what could he say to himself? It also behaves a little mysterious.

"My name is Zhou Kesheng." Dean Zhou closed the door and turned to look at Xiao Ling, who had already sat up from the bed, with a smile on his face.

Xiao Ling said: "Dean Zhou, I'm already well, when can I be discharged from the hospital." ”

Zhou Kesheng smiled: "Many patients in this hospital will say that they have recovered and have no mental problems, but whether the condition is cured and whether they can return to society should be decided by the doctor." ”

Xiao Ling said: "Then dean, how do you say that I can be completely well before I can be discharged from the hospital?" ”