The ceiling recedes at a constant rate, and every few seconds, a light bulb comes into view, emitting a dim glow, and then disappears from the other side of the field.

He shook his body, and once again made sure that his hands, feet, and even his head were firmly tied to the cart, unable to move. I wanted to speak, but I was stuck under my eyes by a mask made of unknown things, and my jaw couldn't open at all, only a few small holes for breathing.

He lifted his eyes upward, and at the edge of his line of sight, he could see a person's nostrils, with thick nose hairs inside...... And a chin full of stubble, I think I'm in my 40s.

His clothes are white, or because of the viewing angle, you can't see the style.

A man! Other than that, it seems that there is no other conclusion.

Then, he turned his eyes to the side as much as he could, and he could barely see the wall that met the ceiling, about two meters away from him, and the epidermis had begun to peel off, revealing the moldy wall inside. Several water pipes are exposed, making a ticking sound.

It's a corridor, but there's no way to know if there's a window, room, or door on either side of the corridor because of the limited view.

It's been about 5 minutes since I woke up, and this corridor hasn't been finished yet, and I haven't even turned a corner. I'm not entirely sure, but I'm in a very large building that has been around for some years.

Then he sniffed the air around him, it wasn't too fresh, but it didn't smell weird, and it looked like someone should clean it.

Why don't you try to hum loudly a few times to see if the man will lower his head so that he can see his face...... But then, the idea was vetoed by himself.

It's better not to do anything until you figure out what's going on.

......

......

There was something strange about this man lying on a flat car.

First of all! He didn't remember why he was here, but when he opened his eyes, he found that he was strapped to this propellable flatbed.

Ordinary people wake up and find themselves tied up and being pushed around in a completely unfamiliar environment, and they probably scream in fright, but this person is very quiet and habitually observes his surroundings.

Secondly! He didn't know who he was, he didn't know anything about himself, he didn't know what he looked like, his age, his nationality, he had no memories of his childhood, and he didn't even know if he was a man or a woman if he didn't look in the mirror or touch his chest now. Just now, he tried to say a few words in his mind to find out which country he was from, but then he was surprised to find that he knew many languages, and he couldn't tell which one was his mother tongue.

……

"Bang!" A faint sound came from the direction of the foot

The flat car seemed to have hit something, and then, there was a "bang", and a door was opened.

Sure enough, a door frame appeared in his sight, with a sign on the door frame, but he couldn't see what was written on it.

The flat car turned a corner, continued to move forward, and stopped after about two minutes, and the back of the person who bulldozed the car appeared in his sight, wearing a white coat, the corners of the clothes had turned yellow, and it should have not been washed for a long time.

"Doctor?" He wondered, "It doesn't seem like so, the doctor shouldn't be so sloppy, even if he doesn't wash his work clothes, at least he has to shave his nose hair." ”

"Squeak"

A door was pushed open again, and a male voice sounded, obviously the person who bulldozed the cart, and he said, "Ms. Liu, he's here!" ”

It's Chinese! There was respect in his tone......

"If you speak Chinese, you can't know the gender." He had a slight regret.

Then, a female voice came.

"Push it on."

……

As soon as the words fell, the flat car began to move forward, presumably the man dragging it from the direction of his feet.

The eaves of a door appear in view, followed by the ceiling of the house, wooden, and the decoration of this room is obviously much better than the corridor.

"Stand up on the bed!" The female voice came again, followed by the sound of papers rubbing against each other.

Immediately afterwards, the axles under the flat car made a creaking noise.

Keep your eyes moving......

This is a good-looking single office, not too big, there are several wooden bookcases on the wall, full of books, in front of a desk, behind which sits a woman with black hair, looking down and not being able to see her face clearly, although through the white coat, but you can feel that the figure is not bad, at this moment, he is fiddling with a pile of documents in front of him.

"Take off his mask!" She said without looking up.

It was only then that the face of the man with the cart really entered his field of vision, his hair was very messy, there seemed to be a strange smell, his cheeks were red, he should have been a frequent alcoholic, the collar of his white coat was dirty, if there was anything special about him, it was slightly stronger than ordinary people, if this was a hospital, why would he need such a sloppy medical worker?

……

Psychiatric hospital!

Almost in the next second, he came up with the answer, which just explained why he didn't smell the disinfectant water when he came, after all, there is not much traffic in a place like a mental hospital, and there are only a few medicines.

"So, I should be a psychopath!" He thought about it then.

The mask was tied so tightly that it took about 1 minute to be completely removed, and he opened his mouth and let out a "Uh! Voice. It seems to be a lot easier.

But it was such a simple sound that led him to the following conclusions

First: Judging from the voice, I am about 20 years old and a man.

Second: He found that the muscles that controlled his jaw were not too stiff, which means that the mask was not worn for long, and should have been put on shortly before he woke up.

Third: He wants to see if there is anything unusual about his voice, but it doesn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary. Then why do you have to wear a mask that restricts even opening your mouth when your hands and feet are already tied so strongly? Is he a mentally ill person who loves to bite?

At this time, the female doctor in front of her seemed to be busy with the documents at hand.

"You go out first!" She said, and gathered up the pile of papers on the table and placed them on the corner.

"Yes ma'am, uh...... I'm right outside the door, if you feel something is wrong, you can call me right away," the man said, exiting the room and closing the door.

Called a lady both times, not a doctor or a doctor? Is it a personal habit? It may also be that the woman in front of you is not a doctor. Isn't this a psychiatric hospital? Obviously, there is no definite answer to these questions for the time being.

To be honest, he basically has no place to move except his mouth and eyes now, but why did he say like this place was dangerous before he went out, and he needed to be ready to rush in at any time?

The man tied to the flat car had been thinking like this, his mind was fast, as if he was completely involuntarily observing, analyzing, associating, and...... Can't stop!

At this moment, the woman in front of her raised her head. And he began to watch her intently almost at the same time. This quick transition into a state of concentration didn't make him feel the slightest bit uncomfortable.

Over 30 years old, wearing light professional makeup, her eyes are full of the confidence of a successful woman, the wrinkles at the corners of her mouth and eyes are very shallow, she doesn't like to smile much, or she knows how to maintain it. There's a faint light print on the lipstick, bite the pen? Finger-nibbling? No, smoking! The earrings look ordinary, but they are definitely worth a lot of money, and she is a woman who knows how to taste and is not ostentatious, and of course, she is also very rich.

The lab coat is clean and meticulous in every corner, huh...... She is indeed a strong woman. She didn't wear a badge, but even if she was with it, she couldn't see the words on it at this distance, but she should be able to roughly guess which side of her dominant hand was, huh? Such a wonderful woman did not have a ring on her finger.

Whether it was useful or not, in short, almost instantly, this information poured into his mind.

……

At this point, the woman began to speak

"Hi ......"

The person on the cart didn't talk back, and he didn't get any information from the woman's "hi", so he chose to remain silent and see what else the other party could say.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the woman didn't have any doubts or unhappy expressions, but naturally opened a file in front of her.

"Chen Xiao?" She asked.

"Oh, Chen Xiao, or Chen Xiao!" He knew that this should be his name, and then frowned, "No, it's not right, it's Chen Xiao!" ”

Although he only heard the pronunciation, for some reason, he felt that he should be called Chen Xiao, although the name was a little strange.

Laugh! It's a lovely word. He thought, as if pleased with the fact that there was a laugh in his name.

After that, he really grinned, and was surprised to find that his mouth seemed to be grinning very big.

The woman in front of her frowned, as if she had seen some disgusting picture.

"Uh...... I don't think I look good when I laugh. Chen Xiao thought about it, but he didn't care, and stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

It didn't seem like a problem to not speak all the time, so he said in a very small voice, "Hi, hello!"

Then, I was stunned.

Because just now he simply pronounced a syllable, and now after he actually spoke, Chen Xiao found that his voice was very sharp and sounded a little harsh.

"What?" Ms. Liu behind the table frowned again, obviously, she didn't hear what he was saying.

This was because Chen Xiao deliberately lowered his voice.

"Ahem! Cough! ...... I said hi! Hello! He cleared his throat, pretending to be trying to raise his voice, and then said in a quieter voice.

Ms. Liu sighed, and then reluctantly picked up the file on the table, got up and walked over.

This is exactly what Chen Xiao wants to see.

Height is about 168, the overall look may be a little thin, the lower part of the white coat is not special, black trousers, high heels? So she should only be 165 tall, or shorter?

Would a doctor wear shoes like this? But that doesn't mean anything.

At this time, Ms. Liu had already walked to a distance of about half a meter from Chen Xiao and stopped. Maybe it's because she thinks the distance is enough to hear herself, but it's more likely...... She was reluctant to get too close to herself.

"What's wrong with your throat?" She asked, frowning.

"Ahem!!" This time, Chen Xiao pretended to clear his throat again, and then replied in a normal volume, "It's okay." ”

Ms. Liu shrugged her shoulders, looked down at the documents in her hand, and said, "It seems that we can communicate normally, so from now on, you can answer whatever I ask you, and if you cooperate well, you may be able to win a chance for yourself to be discharged from the hospital." If you don't cooperate, you'll have to go back to the single room, and given how dangerous you are, you'll be locked up until you die. After that, she paused, looked into Chen Xiao's eyes, and continued, "Do you understand? ”

“..... It seems that this is indeed a mental hospital, and I am indeed a very dangerous mental patient. Am I dangerous enough to have to be confined to a single room and never be released for the rest of my life? Chen Xiao moved his bound arm very quietly...... "Okay, it seems that I am indeed very dangerous."

Then the question is, this woman said that I can fight for a chance to be discharged, it stands to reason that a patient like me will not be discharged, is my mental condition already close to normal, and meets the discharge criteria. And now I'm getting tested before I was discharged.

No, if I was that dangerous, no one would risk agreeing to let me out of the hospital, and people would just lock me up forever.

So, what does this woman mean by good cooperation?

Chen Xiao thought that he knew that these things should have answers later, but he still couldn't help but think about it.

"Yes, ma'am," Chen said with a smile, giving a smile that he thought should be polite.

Ms. Liu frowned again, as if she was disgusted by the smile.

Chen Xiao couldn't help but feel a little depressed in his heart: "Is my smile so disgusting?" ”