When I got to the hospital, I dismissed the idea of going to the ward.

Now when parents see this, they will definitely think crankily, invisibly add a pressure to them, and they will feel self-blame in their hearts.

And I'm tired right now and need time to rest and refresh a little.

The main thing is that my mind is full of doubts that haunt me.

It made me feel very depressed, my chest was a little tight, and I couldn't tell how uncomfortable I was.

I need to rest and calm down and think about whether what happened last night was real or if I made it up.

When they arrived at the school, Chen Hui and the others went to class.

It also makes room for me to be quiet.

Lying on the bed, my eyes hurt and my eyelids were heavy, so I couldn't help but close my eyes and start to rest.

But I didn't feel sleepy at all, tossing and turning, and my mind was full of what happened last night.

Many questions continue to haunt me, like a mountain, pressing on me.

I feel like I'm running out of breath.

Getting up, I leaned against the wall and pulled out a cigarette and took a few puffs.

Keep rubbing your forehead and brushing your hair with your hands.

At this moment, I felt very anxious and felt an inexplicable panic.

Taking a deep breath, I threw the cigarette butt on the ground, then turned on the computer and began to search for the symptoms of psychopaths!

Delusions, hallucinations, delusions, and other answers to one Xi Du Niang basically correspond to some of my current symptoms.

The more I looked, the more frightened I became.

My back started to chill and I was shaking!

The answer I got was that I had a mental problem.....

Rubbing my face, I went to the toilet and washed a cold water to sober up.

Looking at me in the mirror, I felt frightened in vain.

What if I do have a mental problem?

My mother's condition has only improved, and the medical expenses are barely enough, how much will it cost if I add my treatment?

Father alone is absolutely unable to bear.

However, I feel that I am mentally fine!

While working in a psychiatric hospital.

But every day I play and laugh with Kuroko, and I'm very optimistic and happy.

I didn't have any contact with those crazy people for a long time, or even almost no contact at all.

After all, they were all locked in their wards.

But why do I see those strange images?

Why, what happened one second, is gone the next?

Why, what I can see, Kuroko can't see?

The madman was obviously in the ward, why did he appear in the corridor and sing?

Also, who was the mysterious woman who took me away from that extremely eerie picture twice?

Does she real?

Perception and hearing are testaments to her existence.

But why didn't you see anything when you turned around?

Also, how did I fall asleep in the patio this morning?

There are so many questions that I can't breathe.

With my hands propped up on the edge of the bath, I gasped for breath, sweat mixed with cold water and slowly ran down my cheeks.

No!

I'm definitely okay mentally, definitely okay!

Inside, there was a hysterical roar and shout, and his eyes became red at this moment.

The chest was very undulating, and there were big emotional swings.

But the next second, I was scared again.

If it weren't for my mental problems, how would I explain what happened last night?

Is it really haunted?

Thinking of this, I shuddered a few times, and suddenly remembered what Kuroko said, the fourth floor of the hospital is very weird....

Many people went to the fourth floor before, and they all died tragically inside.

Even the medical examiners and the police don't know what's going on.

Linked to what I had encountered earlier, there were signs that all of this was haunted by ghosts!!

But the madman of the Mediterranean is alive!

How could it be a ghost?

At this moment, I finally had something to shirk the burden to prove that I was mentally fine.

But the next second, it was broken again.

How can a living person be a ghost?

So, at the end of the day, it's still something wrong with me.

The heart is exhausted, the whole person feels groggy, lying in bed as if the whole world is being turned upside down, the ears are constantly buzzing, and the whole body is numb.

At this moment, I felt as if my soul was out of my body, and I was not in a state.

In a daze, I fell asleep.

But I had a nightmare.

I saw me in a hospital gown from Castle Peak Hospital, smiling smirk, drooling from the corners of my mouth, and talking to an ant.

He had a very happy, joyful expression.

Immediately afterwards, a lot of people appeared, and they violently dragged me away and threw me into the ward.

During this time, I struggled and roared, but I couldn't make a sound.

In the distance, my parents wept and watched me being dragged away like a dead dog, and their heartbroken expressions stung me deeply.

I struggled and screamed, and I wanted to tell everyone that I wasn't sick, that I was normal.

But these people didn't give me a chance and threw me into the ward.

Then, like crazy, I pounced on it, trying to get out of this hellish place.

Kuroko appeared.

He looked at me with an electric baton in his hand and a blank expression, without a trace of emotion surging.

The next second, he touched my body with an electric baton.

Suddenly, I felt a strong electric current hit my body, I kept convulsing, my mouth was foaming, my eyes were about to burst out, and I slowly fell to the ground, gradually losing consciousness.

Then the door to the ward slammed shut, and darkness swallowed me.

All kinds of voices rang in my ears, cheering, roaring, roaring.

It was as if there were hundreds of people talking.

"You've finally been assimilated by us!"

"Whew...."

Suddenly, I was awakened, covered in sweat, short of breath, and my chest heaved terribly.

I gasped for breath and kept beating my chest to soothe me.

Fortunately, it was just a dream, a dream.

It's terrifying, it's so real, like it just happened.

With palpitations, I hurriedly drank all the mineral water on the table to feel a little better.

Leaning back in my chair, I took out a cigarette and lit it and took a big puff.

The dream was so terrible, too real.

I don't even dare to remember or think about this dream anymore.

Soon the effort of a cigarette passed, and I took a deep breath, feeling that if I continued like this, even if I was mentally fine, I would be scared out of the problem by my suspicious behavior.

At the end of the day, there's only one reason.

That's what happened in room 205 last night.

As long as I figure out what is going on, then this seed planted in my heart will dissipate, it will not sprout, and I will not be suspicious and suspicious of my mental problems.

But how can I confirm that what I met last night is true?

Again, this is a difficult question.

Instantly, it occurred to me that I could use the hospital's surveillance to check and find out what had happened last night.

At the same time, I can figure out what the mysterious woman is all about.

You can also know why I sleep in the gazebo in the morning.