Ziliang raised his head with difficulty.

It was a small room, surrounded by deserted white wall tiles, and the light from the ceiling shone down, but it only left a faint shadow on itself.

This kind of environment Ziliang is so familiar, this is a mental illness observation room. You can find it in almost any hospital.

"No, it can't be like this!" Ziliang hadn't completely recovered from his dizziness, so he could only roar desperately in his head.

He certainly knew what was going on, and he was identified as an "anomalous mutant".

"Anomalous mutants" are a special species of people in Act X, and their peculiarity is manifested in the fact that they can be subjected to "forcible measures".

Yes, Bill X is not a blind attempt to completely shield people from hurtful thinking.

As a very simple example, if your child doesn't want to eat, if you can't enforce it, then the little cub is likely to play all day without sleep and food until he becomes malnourished.

And the mutants who don't pass the "ability control test", if they can't enforce it, then the test is completely meaningless.

However, although these people can be subject to coercive measures, there is a major premise, that is, they must really be the people who are considered necessary to supervise, and the starting point of supervision must be "from the perspective of the person concerned".

To put it simply, you have to think "I'm going to beat him all for his good" in order for you to beat him, and you can't beat him too hard.

This is also the reason why Ziliang can be tied to the restraint chair.

At this time, it may be that the doctor noticed that Ziliang had woken up, and his conversation with Shirley and the others stopped all of a sudden.

"The patient should be awake." As he spoke, the doctor walked over, then took out a flashlight and shot it straight into Ziliang's eyes.

The bright light pierced Ziliang's eyes, which made him feel very uncomfortable, but at the same time, it also cleared his mind a little.

"Mr. Ziliang, how are you feeling now?" the doctor asked.

"Bastard! I'm not sick! Ziliang suddenly yelled, interrupting the doctor's questioning.

At the same time, he stared viciously at the girl in the crowd.

"Who the hell are you? Why are you pretending to be Shirley! What the hell did you do to Shirley? ”

This sudden roar made everyone stunned for a moment, this time, not only the girl, but also Harley Quinn and Old Joy also looked at Ziliang nervously and worriedly, and then looked at the doctor anxiously

"It seems that the patient's mental condition is worse than imagined, let's go through the admission procedures now, we must provide psychological counseling to him as soon as possible." The doctor said.

"Damn, I'm not sick! Lao Tzu is not sick! Ziliang roared angrily, and then looked at Quinn and Joey: "Wake up, are you blind?" This person is not Shirley! I'm not sick! ”

Harry. Quinn nodded: "Yes, you're not sick, you're just a little tired, you need to take a break." She said, and hurried out of the room.

Ziliang knew that she was going to go through the hospitalization procedures.

"Bastard! Bastard! In this case, no matter how much you shout, it was useless, but Ziliang still couldn't help shouting until the doctor picked up a mask

Of course, Ziliang knew the mask, which was an inhalation-type sedative.

"you can't do this"

An experienced psychiatrist would never explain anything to his patients, so the doctor firmly pressed Ziliang's head, and then put the mask on Ziliang's mouth.

A familiar smell burrowed into Ziliang's head.

"You were deceived by her, she is not real" Ziliang's shout became weaker and weaker, he couldn't help but want to close his eyes, and in the last gap in his sight, he saw that "Shirley" and old Joey standing together, looking at him with solemn and extremely concerned eyes.

Then, fell asleep

Name: Ziliang

Gender: Male

Age: 38 years old

Department of Psychiatric Abilities, Level 2 mutant, profession as a psychiatrist

Due to reasons such as "ability type" and "nature of work", the patient's consciousness is at the junction of real and illusory for a long time.

It is suspected that the patient has suffered from symptoms such as paranoia, rushing thoughts, persecution conjectures, and fictional reality, although all of the above conditions have been discovered recently, but it cannot be ruled out that they have been in the incubation period.

Moreover, the patient is very uncooperative with the treatment, and even shows a certain tendency to violence. So, in the diagnosis, it is likely that a mania will also be added

The above is a brief list of the medical records written by Ziliang for himself.

As a psychiatrist, he knows exactly what he does and what form it will take to show up in his report.

"So I'm really sick?" He looked at the wall that should have been familiar, but at the moment it was extremely unfamiliar, and fell into a kind of contemplation.

Oh, by the way, it's ridiculous to say, Ziliang at this moment is lying in the hospital where he used to work.

It's just that he was in the doctor's office before, and now, he is locked up in a single room on the basement floor.

The wall in front of me, the one covered in a thick cotton cushion, was clearly designed to prevent some mentally ill from accidentally injuring themselves.

The whole room is less than 10 square meters, which can almost ensure that after a person lies down, it will be placed into a 'big' word, of course, the ground also has a buffer layer, which means that it is impossible for you to 'kowtow and knock yourself to death'.

In the corner, there is a 'funnel-shaped' toilet made of soft resin, and the door is made of this material.

Ziliang hadn't studied this kind of room carefully before, but now, after he lived in this kind of place by himself, he really found that if he wanted to kill himself here, he seemed to be able to bite off his tongue and wait quietly for himself to bleed to death.

Of course, you still have to swallow the blood quickly into your stomach while bleeding, because as long as a little blood is exposed in the corner of your mouth, it will be seen by the monitor in the corner of the wall immediately, and then a group of five big and three thick medical staff will rush in, gently pry your mouth open, and then stop the bleeding and bandage and repair it for the rest of your life, you can't even chew your tongue and play when you are bored.

This kind of treatment is really intimate for a mentally ill person who has just appeared with illness.

So since it is so hard to even die, it means that it is even more impossible to escape.

So Ziliang looked at the pale wall and began to think about this kind of vision