I suddenly felt a little creepy, and although I was lying on the bed, I still felt cold in my back. I tried to restrain myself from thinking too much, and it wasn't until the middle of the night that I fell asleep in a daze.

But I didn't sleep very well, and I didn't know whether I was dreaming or waking up, anyway, in the haze, I vaguely felt that there seemed to be a little girl squatting in the center of the ward.

Her hair was long, and her entire body was covered in hair. I was too scared to move, my nerves tense, but she just crouched there quietly, as if she wasn't planning to make any other moves.

I subconsciously wanted to sit up and shrink into the corner, but I found that I couldn't exert my strength at all, and it was difficult to move my fingers, and I always felt a huge invisible gravitational pull pulling me.

I took a deep breath and tried my best to sit up, even the steel door was tense, but as soon as I tried harder, my brain buzzed, and the harder I tried, the more I felt that there was a backlash against me, like pulling a rubber band.

I froze for a long time before I could barely straighten up a bit, but I could clearly feel my body still lying on the bed.

"I" obviously straightened up, but there was another "me" lying on the bed, and there was an invisible gravitational pull between "me" and "me", as long as "I" relaxed a little, it would be sucked back into the body of the bed shang.

It's a wonderful feeling, it's like an out-of-body experience.

While "I" and "I" were fighting each other, the little girl in the center of the ward with her back to me turned around and faced me at some point.

She was still squatting on the ground, holding a white piece in her hand and stuffing it into her mouth, as if she was eating something, and when she looked closely, she realized that it was actually a white candle.

At this time, a scream suddenly sounded outside the window, and the sound distracted me, and "I" was sucked back into my body with a whoosh.

I subconsciously looked at the source of the sound, but I could clearly feel that my body was not open and I was still asleep. But I actually saw a pair of green eyes staring at me through the glass on the skylight above my head.

It was so dark that I couldn't see what it was, it wasn't big, and it was pitch black.

The little thing suddenly screamed, as if it was frightened by something, and the hair on its back exploded in an instant, and its paws scratched the glass desperately, and then I suddenly realized that it was a black cat.

The sound of claws scratching the glass was so harsh that I couldn't hear it the most, and I almost went crazy. When I looked closely into the black cat's eyes, I realized that it was not looking at me, but staring at the center of the room.

I suddenly realized something, and looked over to the little girl's location, only to find that she was already standing beside me at some point.

I was terrified, but no matter how much I struggled and screamed, I couldn't make a movement, and I could only watch as she slowly bent down towards me, closer to my head, and the smell of burnt protein poured into my nostrils.

At the same time, her hair was hanging down to my face, and I could feel that her hair was boring, and it made my face itch, and I guessed that the shampoo she was using was too inferior.

She didn't seem to want to stop, and continued to move closer to my face, could it be that there were not enough candles to eat and gnaw my face? I tried to hide, but I couldn't move, she was almost face to face with me, and I realized that she had the face of a puppet.

I couldn't stand it anymore, my tense body slammed into it, and all my senses instantly recovered, as if I had returned my soul all at once.

When I looked around again, it was still raining outside, the cat was gone, the little girl was gone, everything seemed to have never happened, but the feeling was so clear. The more I thought about it, the more chaotic I became, and suddenly I felt a bit of a headache, a pain from the inside out.

Maybe I took too many psychotropic drugs, or maybe a concussion damaged a nerve in my brain, but I can't tell the difference between reality and dreams now.

Now I didn't feel sleepy at all, wrapped in the quilt and curled up at the head of the bed, I planned to stay up until dawn, and I was dazed several times on the way as if I was going to fall asleep.

I don't know how long it took, but a huge lightning bolt woke me up, and I looked up sharply to see the old horse standing beside my bed.

Under the glow of lightning and green, Lao Ma's face was a little crazy, especially his eyes were very weird, he always felt that something was weird, but he couldn't say it. I shuddered a few times, but instead of answering me, he lifted my quilt.

I was wearing only a pair of pants, and I screamed and ran to the end of the bed, I curled up and covered my body with my hands, and I couldn't help but think of Dumb, thinking, can't I be a pervert again!

However, the old horse did not do anything to me, he lifted the quilt and then lifted the sheets, as if looking for something, I watched his movements carefully, and saw that he had taken out something from the gap in the bed board, about the thickness of a finger.

I can't help but tighten the chrysanthemum, wait, why am I tightening? Damn it!

The old horse walked slowly back to his own hospital bed, and I suddenly realized if he was sleepwalking, and the old horse said during the day that he suspected that his right hand would control his body at night and not let him sleep, was this it?

Lao Ma opened his book "Psychopathology" with his left hand, and held the finger-thick and short thing in his right hand, judging from his gesture of holding that thing, it should be a pen.

I dared to walk over and take a closer look at him, and I felt that he was indeed sleepwalking. Although a person's eyes are open when sleepwalking and can receive images from the outside world, the brain does not process most of the external images received by the eyes, and it is the same as being blind when the eyes are open.

He seems to be trying to write something, but his body movements are not very coordinated, and he looks very strange. However, at this time, the light suddenly turned on, and a nurse came in from outside the ward, who looked at the two of us and asked with a puzzled expression, "What's wrong, why did you scream just now?" ”

I pointed to the old horse and said, "He seems to be sleepwalking." ”

The nurse walked in and was startled, and hurriedly tried to snatch the old horse's pen. Psychiatric hospitals prohibit patients from carrying pens, which are very lethal and very dangerous.

However, the old horse refused to let go, and the nurse immediately went to break his fingers, but the old horse's strength was very strong, and the nurse did not succeed.