The theme of the meeting was to share their views on the condition of the patients around them, and the nurse said that this would help to improve everyone's awareness of their own condition. Although I don't deny whether this practice is useful or not, I can't help but laugh at the thought of a group of psychopaths discussing other people's conditions in a serious manner, and I always feel an inexplicable sense of joy.

There was also a girl squatting next to the head nurse, about twenty-four or five years old, very beautiful, and in good shape. White shirt and jeans, no bangs, more importantly, no straight face, looks very gentle, clean and temperamental.

She had a notebook in her hand, and she seemed to be the one who was in charge of recording. I guessed she was supposed to be an intern at some school, but it didn't seem to be the right age for her, and I was too embarrassed to ask her when I first arrived.

The head nurse flipped through a stack of materials and said, "It's your turn today." After speaking, he looked up at a patient across from him and asked, "Have you slept well lately?" ”

The person named was an old man, about fifty or sixty years old, a little bald, he didn't look very good, his face was pale, as if he had been blistered for a long time, and his two eye bubbles were a little puffy, he said: "It's very bad, no matter how long I sleep, I still don't feel like I get enough sleep, and what's worse, I seem to have discovered the reason for my lack of sleep." ”

The head nurse motioned for him to talk about it, and the old man frowned and said, "You won't believe it, it seems that there is another person living in my body." ”

Judging by his language, I think he must be persecuted paranoia or schizophrenia. The head nurse didn't show much emotion, and calmly motioned for him to continue.

"Last night, I noticed that the left half of my body suddenly went out of control." The old man's frowning brows became heavier, and the wrinkles on his face were piled together: "My right hand suddenly grabbed everywhere, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't control it, and finally I pressed it with my left hand, and it took more than half an hour for this situation to disappear." ”

He was sitting across from me, and I subconsciously looked at his left and right hands, and found that there seemed to be a faint bruise on his right wrist, and there were some scratches on his left arm, which was indeed a struggle.

After listening to his narration, the head nurse was silent for a while, looked at us and asked, "What do you think?" ”

Starting from the left-hand side of the head nurse, they take turns answering one by one, and they are very orderly. However, most of the remarks are very unreliable, some say that he is possessed by ghosts and gods, and some ask him if he is a novelist, all of which are some whimsical remarks.

Of course, I was not immune to the testimonial, but in order to look more like a psychopath, I had to follow the mainstream and say that he might have become a sperm by hand, which caused a burst of laughter, and the head nurse was also amused by me, and looked at the old man with a serious attitude and asked, "You just said that you found out the cause of your lack of sleep, what is it?" ”

The old man said seriously: "I suspect that my right hand will secretly occupy my body and prevent me from sleeping while I am asleep in the middle of the night. ”

I looked at his serious appearance and suddenly felt funny, and the head nurse comforted him and said, "Maybe it's just a confused dream, don't think about it, take it easy." ”

Although the head nurse said this sentence is very irresponsible, but it is also reasonable, most of these drugs for the treatment of mental illness will damage the body and brain, this I am deeply aware of this, under the premise of taking a large amount of this drug, it is not strange to have a strange dream itself, and he is so old, it is normal to be confused.

In the next time, we were free to move around in the activity room, playing chess, playing chess, fighting landlords, fighting landlords, and everywhere was full of leisurely sunset red life.

The nurse gave me a schedule of work and rest, which was essentially no different from that of the second- and third-level wards, except for eating, sleeping, taking medicine, and activities, there were a few more optional items, such as fitness and the like.

When I first arrived, I didn't know much about these patients, and there was nothing to do, so I had to squat to the side and watch them fight the landlords. What I didn't expect was that this group of mentally ill people played really not badly, and there was a decent appearance, until the guy who took the landlord's card took the two kings out with four twos, and then he felt bored, so he had to change his position to watch the old man play chess.

Chess is a bit more classical than playing cards, probably because there aren't many people who can play, so there are no bystanders. The old man with the black chess piece immediately straightened his waist when he saw me coming over, shouted the general, and made a mistake with a move, putting the opponent to death. The opponent shouted that he wanted to regret the move, but the old man refused, and the angry man turned around and left.

I was the only one watching the chess, and when the old man saw that the man was gone, he turned his head to look at me, and said in a slightly provocative tone: "Kill two games?" ”

Hey, you're an old immortal, and you're going to win a psychopath, and I'm going to let you see what it means to be outside the world.

I nodded and sat down, I wanted to kill him twice, but the old man had to think for a long time every step he took, and I guess it was time for dinner at the end of the day.

I really didn't have the patience to wait, so I chatted with him for a while, and took the opportunity to ask some things about the seriously ill area, but the old man didn't know anything, and the answers he gave me were basically worthless. I had to ask about himself, like the left hand becoming a sperm.

Unexpectedly, the old man suddenly became serious, looked up at me, and asked, "Do you believe in ghosts?" ”

He asked this very suddenly, and frankly I didn't believe it. However, I still hesitated for a moment due to the influence of the Daddy incident, a doctor of psychology, whether it is the ability to resist pressure or the ability to decompress, is not comparable to ordinary people, but such a person who is proficient in human psychology is inexplicably crazy.

Einstein and Newton are considered to be the greatest scientists in human history, when they exhausted the objective laws of the physical world, when they both stood at the peak of the ideological field at that time, but they both believed in the existence of God.

From my father's inexplicable madness to his beginning to worship Jizo Bodhisattva, all of this has revealed a strange atmosphere. I can't look at this with my normal worldview, but I still feel in my heart that there must be a more scientific explanation for all of this.

The old man could ask me this, probably because he felt that he had encountered a legendary supernatural event, and I asked him, "Do you think you are possessed by a demon?" ”

"Well......" the old man thought for a moment and said, "you can understand it this way, but I think it is more appropriate for 'it' to be possessed than when you say 'I' am possessed." He pointed to his right hand.