I am a doctor.

Specializing in healing those whose minds give birth to disease.

Yang Yong leaned against the guardrail, the early morning sun shone in, he slowly closed his eyes, feeling the last trace of warmth in this cold villa.

Those people had a sickness in their minds and had to be healed, and he had always believed in that.

As a result, he opened a clinic called the Psychiatric Hospital, where he served as vice-president.

Every patient seems so rebellious, so manic, in their daily life, there will definitely be no one to communicate with them.

But I will.

I always seem to be very patient, I will face them with a relaxed smile, patiently enlighten everyone, teach them the principles of life, so that the terminally ill patients can regain their love for the world.

I make them aware of themselves, be positive, and make them studious and "obedient".

I'm obviously doing good.

Yang Yong got up and walked towards the third floor.

The healing process, in addition to patient enlightenment, is naturally indispensable and slightly impressive punishment.

This is the experience that animal trainers understand, sweet dates in one hand and sticks in the other.

Slightly improve this way of taming animals, and add some other means of building authority, and not be afraid to teach students badly.

That's right, prestige!

I want them to understand that this is my territory, this is my castle, that whoever comes is a guest, and that the relationship between the host and the guest must be properly reconciled...... No, you have to go one step further than the host and guest!

Master and servant.

That's how my hospital works, that's the normal doctor-patient relationship between me and my patients.

In order to achieve this, it is necessary to use some special means - centralization.

The man who created this is a monster, but also a great man, and it is precisely because of the knowledge of his predecessors that I have created my current healing process, and at a certain point, I also want to be grateful to him.

In the days that followed, I had to admit that I began to immerse myself in the adoration of others, who cast reverent glances at me, and a little dread in them—although I knew that it was forced by my rights, but I have to say that the feeling of the stars holding the moon was addictive.

I started to hate communicating with others, but I liked to stay in the clinic every day to take care of patients, and I hated the feeling that they were on an equal footing with me in the communication with outsiders, I was supposed to be a god on top!

And the people who are attacking me, do you know what you're doing? You're insulting a god! Your insults are so insignificant, so ridiculous, they don't even affect me in the slightest, and they can make me more united with the patient's family.

Listen to everyone's psyche? It was so hard, it was very difficult for me to do as a psychology student, and it was very time-consuming, so instead of taking the time to choose to listen to everyone's heart, it was better to take the time to improve the treatment plan.

Walking into the revolving corridor, Yang Yong walked slowly to the door.

He recognized the young man, and he remembered his name, Qi Tianhai.

The teenager had been his own patient and had been treated for two years before being picked up by his mother.

Now it seems that the treatment effect is not good, maybe after this, he will have to communicate with his mother and continue the treatment.

While thinking like this, suddenly, the revolving corridor was displaced!

"Damn it!" Yang Yong cursed in a low voice, it was obvious that he had happened to enter the corridor at ten minutes.

But don't worry, just walk out of the hallway and back to your room.

Thinking like this, Yang Yong turned around and left, but unexpectedly, the corridor had no intention of stopping......

"Click-click-click-click-" The first spin ended, followed by the second spin, and the hallway broke out of the ten-minute limit and began to spin continuously!

"What...... What a situation! "Second turn...... Turn it for the third time! Yang Yong visibly became panicked, and he tried to stabilize his body and wanted to run out.

Pity......

After the fourth turn, a flash of knife flashed, and everything fell silent......

A minute later......

"Click-" Another turn, and the hallway stopped and entered the next countdown......

At this time, the clock in the lobby happened to be 6:40 in the morning.

In the hallway leading to the staircase on the third floor, his body lay quietly on the ground......

…………

Wen Yifan sat quietly in front of the monitoring screen, watching everything that happened in front of him.

He knew that he might have to dispose of the corpse again.

These people are too active, and the corpse has not yet been disposed of, so there is another one, and the method is still this extremely unsophisticated throat cutting - while cutting the major arteries, the blood spurted out is too much, and it is too troublesome to clean up.

Even Wen Yifan frequently used throat cutting when he made all preparations to ensure that blood would not splash everywhere.

"Is it self-deification due to inner inferiority and emptiness?" Wen Yifan smiled, put on the transparent one-piece raincoat, and carefully buttoned each button, "This kind of self-deification is really fatally tempting!" ”

After putting on his larger-sized boots and tucking the legs of his raincoat into his boots, he picked up the plastic film, wrapped the joints and glued them together with scotch tape, and then put a haircoat on the hairspray – hairspray to prevent hair from falling on the spot, and a headgear to prevent the hairspray from falling off and leaving marks.

"It's still a familiar case, but it's a pity that it's a different story, a different person." Putting on rubber gloves and finally a mask, he picked up the toolbox and walked out of the monitoring room

"Countless psychiatrists who have cured others of mental illness almost all have their own psychiatrist," he walked slowly to the corridor on the third floor, "because they understand that it is difficult to heal people's hearts, it is difficult to heal others, and it is even more difficult to heal one's own heart, and it is almost an impossible feat to complete." ”

So, maybe the psychiatrist who treats others is the one who is the sickest patient? Who can say for sure?

Every mentally ill person doesn't think he is sick, Yang Yong is like this, and Wen Yifan is even more so.

While they were treating others, they were also suffering from the most serious diseases themselves.

However, the biggest difference between the two is that Yang Yong deceived himself and concealed his symptoms, while Wen Yifan completely accepted his illness and immersed himself in it, unwilling to extricate himself.

Perhaps, this is the difference between a monster and a mentally ill?

"Ah, I always feel like I'm at a loss~" Shaking the bottle of spray in his hand with little remaining, Wen Yifan smiled bitterly.

………………

"What is the attitude over there in House One?" In room seven, Jia Chengren said slowly.

"House No. 1 has agreed to work with us," said a girl with short hair, smiling, "and the bargaining chips for the cooperation are...... Hand them the '1' hand. ”

The girl was dressed very brightly, with a small black leather jacket on the upper body, a white lapel shirt inside, and tight jeans and black leather boots on the lower body, which set off the girl's slender legs.

"You did?" Another young man, about twenty years old, asked, his shaved head and the muscles of his body holding the entire shirt up, giving him a feeling of vitality.

"Yes, but it's just a '1' for him, and this condition can still be agreed." Tang Wan nodded and said with a smile.

"How can you give him '1'? Isn't that just giving up one of the biggest hole cards? Yu Hao asked, the thick male voice and his strong physique gave people a strong sense of oppression, but Tang Wan was not frightened, but said with a smile:

"I said Yu Hao, if you're too stupid, you'll die quickly~"

This sentence sounded like a joke, but Yu Hao's momentum weakened instantly.

On the first night, he noticed this girl who was in the same room with him, and he was deeply fascinated by her well-behaved and wild dress, so he ran out of his bedroom in the middle of the night, and entered Tang Wan's bedroom through the living room of the room, intending to rape him.

And then...... He was taught......

The muscles and strength in his body have instead become shackles that bind him, and the girl used it as her own weapon. Every time she wanted to control it with force, the girl was always able to throw him out with force in an instant, and after being thrown twice, Yu Hao, who was so sore and unable to move, was thrown out of the door by Tang Wan with one hand......

"Now is not the time to quarrel, Yu Hao, if you can't put forward any constructive suggestions, don't question them easily," Jia Chengren looked at the noisy two, "Tang Wan, do a good job, maybe for other groups, '1' is the biggest hole card, but for myself, for some special reason, '1' is not so important." ”

"But is it really okay to hand over '1' so simply?" Tang Wan nodded, "If someone detects our true intentions, wouldn't it be a cocoon?" ”

"Don't worry, the reason why I found House No. 1 to cooperate is because the people in it don't have such bright brains," Jia Chengren smiled, "But this is indeed an omission, we need to find a way to make up for it, and the rest will be handed over to House No. 5." ”

"Now I'm more concerned than that...... What exactly is the situation in House Six, and the so-called two 'hidden victory conditions'. Jia Chengren walked slowly to the window, "However, in the next crazy night, it should give us more ideas!" ”

Hearing this, a different kind of brilliance flashed in Tang Wan's eyes, but then, she smiled and said, "So, who will participate in the next crazy night?" ”

"Go ahead, I was a bit in the limelight on the first day, maybe it's time for a different person," Jia Chengren looked at Tang Wan, "With your appearance and a little dress, it should give people a sense of harmlessness to humans and animals." ”

"Are humans and animals harmless?" Tang Wan's hands held her cheeks, pinching them up and down, and at the end, she showed an innocent and sweet smile.

"Is that so?" She asked with a slight tilt of her head and a smile.