1.

I am a nurse at Hospital No. 7.

The full name of the Seventh Hospital is "Songbai City Psychological Hospital", which is directly under the city health department, and the locals call it "Psychiatric Hospital".

On May 16, at 00:07, I was awakened from a terrible scream on my bed in the duty room.

It's the kind of screams that resounded through the building.

Then the entire inpatient building was instantly overwhelmed by heart-rending cries, howls, and curses.

This scene is like a crying kindergarten: one child cries, and all the children cry with it; It's like a mutinous prison, where one prisoner curses angrily, and all the prisoners curse along with it.

I was in a cold sweat, and I was suddenly awakened because I was sleeping soundly. My chest felt like it was being crushed by a boulder, and my head felt like it was going to burst.

On the intercom on the desk, there were urgent and nervous calls and conversations from the doctor on duty and the female nurse on duty.

The sound of messy footsteps, banging on doors, and pounding floors and walls.

The whole building was shaking.

Xiao Lu, who was on the night shift with me, pushed open the door of the duty room and waved at me and shouted. But I couldn't hear what he was saying at all, I just felt like the world was spinning.

Xiao Lu shouted and stepped forward to pull me up, shook my shoulders violently, and pulled me out of the duty room by the sleeve and ran towards the third floor. Just two minutes ago, something happened on the third floor.

Like me, Da Liu, a nurse on night duty, assists patients in taking medication in the single ward on the third floor. As usual, the patient was awakened and said that he would go to the toilet first, but Da Liu didn't care. Unexpectedly, the patient actually removed the ceramic cistern cover of the toilet bowl from the toilet, quietly walked behind Da Liu's back and smashed it on the back of his head, and said while smashing: "I'm not sick, why should I take medicine?" I'm not sick, why are you hurting me? I'm not sick, I don't take medicine! I'm not sick! Don't try to bully me! I'm not sick! ”

He repeated, over and over again.

Da Liu screamed for help, kept blocking with his hands, kept struggling, and finally lost his voice. That's only a minute or two before and after. Several of us rushed to the ward.

At this time, the body of Da Liu in front of me was lying on the ground with a twisted body.

Clothes, sheets, floors, blood everywhere.

The patient hunched over and smashed around Da Liu's body without a head.

One, two, three.

The doctors, the nurses, Xiao Lu and I came back to our senses and rushed over, we had to stop the crazy patient!

His strength was so great that it took four or five of us a while to push him down on the bed, and the doctor hurriedly gave him a sedative.

While we were busy rescuing Da Liu, we also had to comfort the patients in other wards. It was a mess for a while.

But it's a pity that Da Liu didn't survive.

He's dead.

May 24th.

I attended Liu's funeral, and his daughter-in-law, in her early thirties, and his eight-year-old son stood with glazed eyes, and I had no way of knowing what they were thinking.

After the accident, the patient who killed Da Liu was tied to a hospital bed. The hospital increased the amount of medication he used, and he fell asleep most of the time, occasionally waking up groggy and groggy with the phrase "I'm not sick" from time to time.

Occasionally, when patients are awake, they grin weirdly and smile silently when they see me.

I think he's going to be like this day after day, year after year.

The patient's family may have tried to evade responsibility, and disappeared without a trace after this incident. They should have cut off the relationship ruthlessly. I remember the patient had a lovely sister who would come to visit him from time to time. But he hasn't been seen since. For the patient's family, this may be a "relief".

It is ironic that it is at the hands of the saved who heals and saves people to die at the hands of those who are saved. Whose responsibility is Da Liu's death?

I do not know. But I know that most of the patients in this hospital say they are not sick.

It's ridiculous that everyone in this hospital feels normal, but we are all in this "psychiatric" hospital. That's right, we "normal" people are also staying here, in the same building as "abnormal" people.

Everyone is a normal person, so who is not a normal person?

I started to have insomnia after I returned from Da Liu's funeral. I couldn't sleep all night. Even if you close your eyes, you seem to be asleep but not asleep, and you seem to wake up but not awake.

Confused during the day and confused at night.

This state is like killing Da Liu's patient.

I think I'm sick.

I'm not a "normal person" anymore.

2.

"Today is June 23rd. So you've been suffering from insomnia for a month? ”

Dr. Zhang, who was sitting in front of Tao Qiwu, listened to him in surprise.

"Yes. I'm tired and sleepy during the day, and I'm dazed and dead at night, and I just can't sleep well. I really can't stand it, so I bother you to take a look and prescribe some sleeping pills or something. ”

The weather in Northeast China was already very hot and dry at the end of May, approaching 30 degrees Celsius.

Tao Qiwu was covered in sweat, and his heart beat fast. Now his face was earthy, his eyes were blank, and his fat body was piled up on the chair like mud.

Dr. Zhang pondered for a long time: "Then I'll prescribe you some medicine for insomnia first." If it doesn't work after you've taken it, come back to me. ”

Tao Qiwu nodded and responded.

"I said Xiao Tao, you! I suggest you take a leave of absence for some time. Da Liu's matter has a big impact on you, you should take a vacation to adjust. Dr. Zhang whispered to Tao Qiwu while entering the drug code on the computer.

Tao Qiwu answered again, thinking that he had to ask the leader for a sick leave, and he could go back to his hometown to see his parents slowly.

As soon as he thought of his home, Tao Qiwu thought of his father's appearance as a small bureaucrat in a state-owned factory, and thought of his father's drunken state.

Thinking of his father's drunken appearance, then he thought of his name:

The year 1986 was just in time for the approval of the Seventh Five-Year Plan. It is also the year when he was born in Tao's seventh and fifth years.

His father is full of confidence and firmly believes that it will get better and better, and his life will get better and better. He looked at his chubby son and slapped his thigh, and gave his son the name "Qiwu" in this way.

No one expected that after the "Seventh Five-Year Plan", the world would change and truly begin the upsurge of earth-shaking reform and restructuring.

The climax did come.

Under the flood-like impact of the entire social market economy, Tao Qiwu and his father's "iron rice bowl" were first "drilled" out of two big holes, and it didn't take long for him to be "stepped on" again, and finally "kicked away" again.

Tao Qiwu's father, who was laid off and had no job, once wanted to change Tao Qiwu's name, but after thinking about it, he finally gave up because he was troublesome.

After that, whenever he went to a party at home or a drink with friends, Tao's father, who was slightly drunk after drinking a little, would mention the name "Qiwu", and then pointed to his son very stylishly and said: "Comrades! My son is seventy-five! He will go down in history! ”

Thinking that he was going to go down in history, a smile appeared on Tao Qiwu's face.

Tao Qiwu, who had finished taking the medicine, stood in the center of the hall on the first floor, thinking about whether to ask the leader for leave now or tomorrow.

This specialized hospital is not as crowded as a general hospital, and there is no one in the hall at this time, and even the nurses at the guidance desk do not know where to go.

Tao Qiwu looked at his watch, 11:07.

"I'm not sick."

This abrupt voice came into Tao Qiwu's ears, and the startled Tao Qiwu hurriedly looked around.

There was no one around.

"I'm really sick."

Tao Qiwu muttered to himself, and suddenly made up his mind: I have to take leave today, and I can't delay it for a moment.

As soon as he took a step, there was a stirring in his abdomen, and then there was a "gurgling" sound, Tao Qiwu thought that he hadn't eaten in the morning, and it was close to his lunch break, so he still had to fill his stomach first.

In the early years, the location of the Seventh Hospital was not selected in the urban area, and it is not known what kind of considerations were used. With the development of the whole city, the former "suburbs" have also become lively, and there are more and more residential areas around the hospital, and the supporting facilities are becoming more and more perfect.

Although there are many small restaurants and large restaurants around the hospital, Tao Qiwu often goes to a small noodle restaurant that has been open for more than 20 years. In addition to bringing his own food, he went to this noodle restaurant to eat noodles.

The location of the noodle shop is opposite the main entrance of the hospital. Just cross the street.

In the old building facing the street, there are two white Songti characters "stretching noodles" on the blue bottom sign.

There are three reasons why Tao Qiwu often eats here: first, it is very close to the unit; Second, it tastes good; The third and most important point is because thieves are cheap.

Six yuan for a large bowl, four yuan for a small bowl, "wide and thin", "leek", "three edges" for you to choose; boiled kohlrabi, spicy cabbage, pickled radish strips and other side dishes for two yuan a plate; Sauced beef is five yuan and two taels. It can really be described as a conscientious business, a beautiful little shop.

The owner of the noodle shop is a five-year-old man in his fifties, and he lived in a nearby tunzi before the "mental hospital" was completed, and he is definitely the "aborigine" of the city. The owner of the noodle shop is familiar with the anecdotes of the nearby "Ten Miles and Eight Towns", especially the various stories about this "mental hospital". He knew more than even the doctors at the hospital. When the store is not busy, he is still willing to talk to the customers about the mountains, and the land is impressive.

Over time, whether it is a taxi or a transporter, or the surrounding residents and commuters, they are willing to come to him to eat a bowl of noodles and listen to him "chatter, nonsense".

3.

There is a magazine called "XX Story X Little Ghost", I submitted it, but it was lost.

I haven't written a thriller novel before, but I've read a lot. I think good horror novels should go deep into the reader's heart, not "surprise". Obviously, my submission did not meet the standards of the editors of the magazine, so I did not hear back.

I don't know if the short horror stories I sent in the past have been edited and thrown into the trash as waste paper. If it really goes into the trash, then I hope that the cleaning lady of the magazine can recycle it and sell the waste paper for some pocket money. In this way, my article is not in vain to walk in this world.

I have been writing for more than ten years, and I have not succeeded in submitting a single manuscript.

It really didn't work out.

Sitting in the noodle shop, my mind was very confused, and I was inexplicably annoyed and depressed.

4.

I still remember the reason for meeting the owner of the noodle restaurant: one day when I came to eat noodles, he pointed to the badge on my chest and smiled and said, "Yo, your name is Qiwu?" So you guy, you're also a storyteller! ”

And so we hooked up.

A few of the short stories I submitted to the magazine were told to me by the owner of the noodle shop. I listened to him for more than half an hour.

Just because I wanted to listen to his story, I was deducted 50 yuan for being late for the lunch break.

He is always very down-to-earth in his storytelling.

In 1995, the owner of this noodle restaurant had just opened, and the reason why he chose to open a shop in the Seventh Hospital was because he was optimistic about the employees of the hospital and the family members who came to see the doctor, which was a large flow of customers.

No matter who they are, sick or not, rich or not, they all need to eat.

On a certain day in November, around 7:30 p.m., there were no customers in the shop.

The owner of the noodle shop cleaned up and sat on a chair listening to the radio.

In winter, the wood-framed door wrapped in plastic sheeting "creaks" open, and then the inner glass door is also pushed open. With a chill, a woman dressed in a blue cotton dress with a white woolen scarf around her neck, with short hair and a pair of glasses, could not see her eyes because of the frost on the lenses.

"It's cold out there right now, isn't it? Sit down first and warm up. The owner of the noodle shop got up and beckoned to the woman, took the thermos from the counter and poured her a cup of hot water.

"Thank you." The woman sat down at a table near the door, took the glass of water and thanked her, then took a handkerchief from her pocket and began to carefully wipe the frost from her glasses.

The owner of the noodle shop smiled and asked, "Are you here for a big bowl or a small bowl?" And what kind of side dishes do you like to eat, just clip it yourself! ”

The woman wiped her glasses on, turned her head to look at the door, then slowly turned her head to look across the table, then nodded and said to the owner of the noodle restaurant: "I want a wide bowl, add two taels of beef." ”

"Okay, wait a minute." The noodle shop said yes and turned around and went into the kitchen.

The woman watched the boss enter the kitchen and began to stare across the table again.

After a while, the owner of the noodle shop walked out of the kitchen with noodles and greeted as he walked: "The noodles are ready!" There are vinegar, chili peppers and pepper noodles on the table, so tell me if it tastes bad. ”

With that, he placed the bowl in front of the woman.

"Thank you." The woman shifted her gaze from across the table to the noodle shop owner's face, and her eyes behind the glasses stared at the noodle shop owner's eyes and thanked him.

The owner of the noodle restaurant was stunned, embarrassed by the woman's look, and quickly looked away at the noodles on the table and said, "Taste it, my shop has just been open for a short time, so if you have any opinions, just mention it, haha." ”

Without further ado, the woman pulled out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick cage.

The noodle shop owner smiled awkwardly and returned to the counter, and the radio on the counter was disturbed by the signal. He hurriedly walked over and turned the volume down and turned the FM knob again.

The signal on the radio turned up, and the host's voice came out: "The following song "Persistence" by Tian Zhen was ordered to Xiao Min by a friend called Aiding Korea, I hope Xiao Min is healthy, whether you can be together or not, I hope you will be happy and happy......"

The owner of the noodle shop sat at the counter and watched as the woman picked up the noodles with her chopsticks and pouted and blew softly.

He thought that the woman would bring the noodles to her mouth and chew them carefully, but she didn't expect the woman to blow and return the noodles she had picked up to the bowl.

"Eat." The woman suddenly came out with such a sentence.

The owner of the noodle restaurant heard the guest and hurriedly responded, "How does it taste?" ”

"It's good." The woman turned her head to look at the noodle shop owner.

She slowly turned her face back again.

"That's good, that's good." The owner of the noodle shop got up and walked to the glass shelf where the side dishes were placed, picked up the plate and took a few side dishes to the woman's table and said, "You can also try the free ones." ”

"Thank you." The woman moved her gaze from across the table to the noodle shop owner's face, and her eyes behind the glasses stared at the noodle shop owner again.

This time, the noodle shop owner was not only embarrassed, but also a little uncomfortable.

The woman is twenty-four or five years old, and she looks quiet with glasses. The owner of the noodle shop was afraid that the woman would misunderstand, so he hurriedly blushed after a few glances and said, "My shop is newly opened, and many things are being researched blindly!" Don't get me wrong, I don't mean anything else. ”

After listening to this, the woman slowly opened her mouth, revealing a row of snow-white neat teeth, and then laughed twice "haha".

At this moment, the noodle shop owner was even more embarrassed. He felt that the woman's smile was neither a smile nor a happy laugh, so he opened his mouth mechanically, then squeezed out "haha" twice, and then immediately shut up, looking like mockery.

The noodle shop owner sighed, feeling bored and ignored the woman.

After a long while, the woman checked out and left.

The owner of the noodle shop went to clean up the table and found that the bowl of noodles had not been touched at all, and because it had been left for too long, the soup had been absorbed by the noodles and gathered together in the bowl.

The noodle shop owner frowned, and suddenly remembered what the woman had been staring at the other side of the table, and he sat down in the seat where the woman had sat just now, and looked up at the other side of the table:

Looking beyond the adjacent table, there was a 1995 calendar hanging on the wall behind the counter.

The model printed on the wall calendar is wearing a purple swimsuit with long wavy hair scratching her head, bronzed skin, and towering breasts.

"What's so nice about that? It's all over the street! The owner of the noodle shop looked at it for a long time with a sigh of relief, and the only problem he found was that the number of pages of the wall calendar was October, and it was already November.

The noodle shop owner sat on a chair and looked at the big-breasted woman on the calendar with his mouth open, and suddenly shivered, and the cool air covered his whole body.

"Didn't you notice that her eyes were staring at you all the time?"

A woman's voice came from behind the noodle shop owner.

"I'm grass!" The noodle shop owner trembled with fright, and suddenly stood up and almost knocked the table over.

The woman who ate the noodles just now didn't know when she would come back.

She watched the noodle shop owner slowly open his mouth, showing her white and neat teeth, and laughed dryly, then closed her mouth and pointed to the chair where the noodle shop owner was sitting.

The owner of the noodle shop turned his head to see a white woolen scarf hanging from the back of the chair.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The noodle shop owner came back to his senses and realized that he had lost his temper, and while apologizing, he picked up the woolen scarf on the chair and handed it to the woman.

"Thank you." The woman's eyes behind the glasses stared at the noodle shop owner's eyes and thanked her, then slowly grinned and said, "Didn't you notice that her eyes were staring at you all the time?" ”

Speaking of which, the noodle shop owner stared at me and slowly opened his mouth, revealing a row of small yellow teeth, and a smell of green onions in his mouth.

"I said, what are you talking about? She's not mentally ill, is she? Headless and brainless! Hahahaha!" I put down my chopsticks and stared back at the noodle shop owner.

"You said we just stared at each other like this, can you tell if I'm mentally ill or normal?" The owner of the noodle shop continued: "I don't know why the woman is gone, the more I think about it, the more panicked I become!" Hurriedly packed up and went home to sleep. ”

"I said, old six, what's so panicked? Scare yourself? I'm telling you that people are scared to death by themselves! Ha ha! The people at the next table accosted and laughed.

I laughed too.

After checking out the bill, I returned to the duty room and picked up a magazine to read, and suddenly found that the people in the pictures in the magazine were staring at me, no matter what angle I looked at, they were staring at me, and I tried several times, and it was still the same.

Of course I'm staring at them, too.

So I'm also "mentally ill"?

"Didn't you notice that her eyes were on you all the time?"