I woke up from the darkness to find everyone around me slumped on the ground, eyes full of hollowness and godlessness, faces full of fear and helplessness, as if everything was in jeopardy, and we looked at each other as if the devil was waving at us.

"Are you all alright?" I asked, with concern, because I had just been in a catastrophe.

"Stiff limbs, loose eyes, typical after-effects of electric shocks, what do you say?" Doctor Du Ziteng confided a few words with difficulty.

"Chen Ping, tell me, how did you get electrified?" I asked, hoping for some comfort.

"I said Wang Ling, your name is like a ghost, why don't you open a pot and mention it? We've just been through so much, do you want to bring back your sad memories? History teacher Chen Ping said dissatisfied,

But since you mentioned it, I'll reluctantly say it.

"When I arrived at the electroshock clinic, they said I was sick, so I explained the history of human evolution, the African Origin Theory, and talked about the "Historical Records" and the four famous works...... to prove that I am a normal person. However, none of this worked, and nothing could distinguish me from a madman. ”

"At least our no-pill strategy allowed us to see the dean again, and I believe that as long as we have enough communication with the hospital, we can be discharged." Psychological counselor Han Yuchen talked eloquently.

Under the control of hunger, we could not say superfluous words, and our conventional strategy of not taking medicine and not eating slowly disappeared, and finally, I mustered up the courage to make an enlightened suggestion: "This will not solve any problems without eating, and there are people who fool us into starving." Then if we want to go out, we may not even have the strength, or we should eat something to cushion our stomachs. ”

"Well, that makes sense." I have gained wide acceptance.

"Dean, we're going to eat." We shouted at the camera.

The red dot camera moved forward, and it was clear that someone was behind it.

In a moment, a meal came out of the window of the gate, which quickly closed again.

It's finally time to eat.

After dinner, we entered the room, and we found the corner - a row of bright blue uniforms.

"How is this a bit like a hospital restraint suit?" I'm a bold guess.

"I look like a prison uniform." Leslie Cheung said.

"Six people, six clothes, this can't be for us, right?" Psychological counselor Han Yuchen said.

......

Finally, traumatic stress disorder makes it difficult for us to move on, and none of us speak, just lie in our own beds.

......

"I'm a journalist, and I remember I was in a lawsuit before I came, and the reporters who had bad intentions always asked me, 'What do you think your chances are of winning this time?' Do you believe that your client is innocent? Don't you feel a troubled conscience when you defend these notorious people? Can you sleep at night, you? "They always used all kinds of language to ridicule me and hit my self-confidence. I never gave up on this profession and have always stuck to my post. Now I want to go out and continue my duties. ”

"I'm a counselor, and I'm good at hypnotherapy and cognitive therapy. But the results are always unsatisfactory. Sometimes the family members made a lot of trouble, thinking that it was because of my negligence that the patient's condition worsened. In fact, psychotherapy is a long process, not achieved overnight, and cannot be achieved in one step. ”

"I'm a driver, I'm always wandering in traffic jams, I like to listen to the song "July Up", I like to drive with a cigarette in my mouth, but now I don't have that opportunity. I vaguely remember that I was stuck in traffic before the accident. Now that my freedom is restricted, it really hurts me. ”

......

And just like that, the first night we spent in chat, with horror.