I think I've vomited all the bile out because my mouth is full of bitterness.

I'm thankful that they didn't put me in that bondage suit when they locked me up this time, but just threw me into a room like a dead pig.

It was still endless darkness, and I wasn't sure how big the room was, I was just concentrating on spitting up, and I was spitting for a long time, sometimes with snot and tears.

Those prison guards must have done this kind of thing often, because they were not only professional in their tools, but also skilled in their skills and tacit cooperation.

Tie your hands and feet, press your head, pry your mouth open, snap the brace to your upper and lower teeth, fix the opening of your mouth, and put a hose directly into your mouth and into your throat until you reach your esophagus. The other end of the hose is in the shape of a funnel, pour the food into the funnel, and then use a rubber stick to poke the tube into the funnel, and the hose is like a syringe, pushing the food directly into the esophagus with air.

The tools were professional, they didn't make me suffer much, they didn't suffocate me to death by getting food into my trachea, and... I can't shout.

I don't think I'll ever forget the faces of those four prison guards, and the excitement on their faces when they tortured me just now.

After vomiting, I felt like I was about to collapse, lack of water, lack of food, and I had exerted a lot of strength when I was struggling just now, and now I am even hungrier after vomiting.

I struggled to stand up, my legs shaking, and my body began to sweat frantically.

There was not a glimmer of light, so I had to grope my way through the wall.

I didn't take a few steps before I touched a corner, turned a corner, took two more steps, something touched my knee, bent down and tried, like a bed, a single bed.

I felt the side of the bed and walked a few more steps, and I could finally confirm that it was the bed.

I lay down on my bed and fell asleep in the smelly air...

The lights came on again, and I heard footsteps, and the voice of someone talking: "This smell, you also slept because of it, hey, got up to eat, didn't die?" ”

This voice sounded like an older man, and his tone was very calm, and I was shocked when I heard the word 'eat'. Feed me that stuff again?

Suddenly I smelled the smell of rice, and I tried my best to open my eyes and get used to the light before I could see the layout of the room.

It is a room that looks similar to a regular hospital ward, with a predominantly white interior and two single beds side by side, with a bedside table and a small table between the two beds, a bit like a standard room in an express hotel.

There was a plainly dressed man who looked about the same age as Lao Gu was standing at the table, and there was some food on the table, and I was a little dazzled and couldn't see what it was.

"Get up and get something to eat, don't worry, it's clean this time, they won't really starve you to death, after all, this is still a hospital in name."

The old man said calmly.

I tried it, and my whole body was sore, and I was sweating at the slightest movement.

The uncle seemed to see my embarrassment, and he was very accustomed to it. He pulled a chair and sat down next to me, then picked up a bowl and scooped a spoonful to my lips. I looked at it, it was very clean, smelled, there was no smell, I opened my mouth, and the uncle put the spoonful of things in my mouth, and it tasted good.

Uncle began to feed me spoonful by spoonful, and I swallowed greedily.

It's so fragrant, I didn't know that white rice porridge could be so delicious.

"Alas, every time a new patient comes to the hospital, they either torture or torture them. I really don't know if they have been in contact with mental patients for a long time, and their own spirits have become abnormal, so I have never seen them have a good attitude towards any patient... Every time I torture someone to death, let me, an old man, feed you and keep you alive, alas, young man, are you really mentally ill or have you been framed? ”

This uncle seems to be very talkative, and I estimate that he is the lowest-ranking employee in this hospital nine times out of ten, so he is responsible for any drudgery that others don't like to do. However, his words made me a little confused, and I opened my mouth vigorously and asked, "There are often people... Framed? ”

His voice is hoarse, and his throat hurts when he speaks, like rubbing his throat with sandpaper.

The uncle said: "It's not often, count it down... At most, it's about a third. ”

I have some black lines, which is still 'inoften'? How often does that have to be called 'often'?

The uncle said to himself: "Alas, in fact, there is nothing to be trapped, live in this kind of place for a few days, take the medicine they prescribe a few times, and become stupid if you are not stupid." Don't you know, in the early years, it was even more ruthless here, not taking medicine, but a craniotomy, removing a anterior lobe or something, people are really stupid. This hospital doesn't exist to cure the mentally ill at all, it's just to cure the mentally ill as a fool, hehe, you know? A lot of family members who send patients here, they actually know about it, and they deliberately want the doctor to make their patients stupid. Alas, the human heart is unpredictable..."

I was a little puzzled and asked, "Why... To be deliberate... Fooling your own family? ”

The uncle replied, "There are many reasons, let me tell you a few cases." ”

It seems that this uncle really doesn't usually have anyone to talk to, I just picked a talk, and he talked to me endlessly, and the more I listened, the more frightened I felt.

He told several stories, one more unbelievable than the other, and one more than the other that made people want to sigh the darkness of human nature.

For example, a wealthy businessman gave birth to a pair of twins, and when they grew up, in order to rob the family property, the two brothers began to attack each other, and finally the elder brother successfully framed the younger brother as a mental patient, and also imprisoned the younger brother here.

After being locked in, the elder brother used various connections to finally get the doctor to perform lobotomization on his younger brother, and successfully turned the younger brother into a real fool, and then the elder brother inherited all the family property and took care of the younger brother as a matter of course.

And the elder brother's way to drive his younger brother crazy is very simple, he bought off his younger brother's wife and everyone around him, and let everyone accompany him to play a 'big show', which is to reverse the identity of himself and his younger brother.

The younger brother was messed up by this sudden misalignment, and then the elder brother took the opportunity to frame him, telling everyone that the younger brother had a mental problem, and successfully got the younger brother into the hospital, and finally became a real fool.

And this 'big show' has not been finished until today. Because whether the person who was stupid at the beginning was the elder brother or the younger brother, and whether the younger brother or the elder brother who dominates the family property now, except for the person himself, only the doctor who was in charge of the surgery knew the truth.

Unfortunately, less than a week after the operation, the doctor died in a car accident while on an outing...