The owner of this sanatorium is definitely not an ordinary rich man. How many years does it take him to recoup his costs on the patient's admission income? This is a question that I don't need to worry about, but it is something that I am concerned about.

"Is that still happening?" Along the way, Yi Gu was enthusiastically introducing me to the scenery in the hospital, but he never talked about the purpose of inviting me. Finally, I uncovered his scars.

Yi Gu suddenly fell silent: "It's still happening, the night is big, I think, here, in the ......"

"Haunted!"

He struggled to spit out the word 'haunted'. The corners of my mouth twitched, and I said slowly: "There are no ghosts in this world at all. Ninety-nine percent of the people who think they see ghosts are either confused or delusional. ”

"And what about the remaining one percent?" Yi Gu asked rhetorically.

I didn't speak, just smiled slightly: "The one percent of people, there is another reason." But, it's hard for me to explain it to you! ”

Yes, I never do things without reason. This time I came to the Reincarnation Mental Hospital, and it was definitely not a whim to visit Yi Gu, a fan who is said to worship me. Everything starts half a month ago.

That day, I received his first email. He greeted me politely, complimented me, and then the text turned to tell a strange story about the madhouse he was in.

Yi Gu entered the reincarnation mental hospital three years ago, and there was nothing unusual in the first two years, although the geographical location is a little remote, but the employees are very easy to get along with, so it is very pleasant to work. It wasn't until a few months ago that something terrible happened to him for the first time.

On that day, Yi Gu got off the night shift and slept in the staff dormitory. As I fell asleep, I heard someone push the door in. He didn't pay much attention to it, and thought that a colleague from the same dormitory had returned, so he covered his head with the quilt and went to sleep. In a daze, he only felt that the person who came in walked to his bedside and looked down at him, his gaze piercing his dreams like pins and needles.

Yi Gu felt a chill in his back, so he rubbed his eyes, ready to see what that guy wanted to do. The moment he opened his eyes, he suddenly remembered something.

Didn't the dormitory employees take leave to go home? Anyway, it won't be back until three to five days later. Who is the person standing by his bedside, staring at him?

Yi Gu, who likes to watch horrors, felt weak in his heart, and he looked through the gap between his fingers, only to see the white daylight shining through the window glass, illuminating the entire dormitory neatly and brightly. It must have been past one o'clock in the afternoon, and under the westerly sun, a black figure was revealed. It was a man, a man, in an old black suit. Yi Gu even felt that the black suit looked familiar.

His body was even colder, and the fear continued to wash over him, and he shivered.

Looking at the man's face again, Yi Gu couldn't believe his eyes. He didn't see anything, the old man in the black suit had no facial features, no beard and eyebrows, and not even wrinkles on his face. What's going on? He's still dreaming?

Yi Gu didn't dare to look any further, and the old man raised his hands like a zombie, wanting to choke his neck. He hurriedly rolled over from the bed and rushed out in a hurry.

The sun outside was bitterly cold, but it finally gave him a sense of security. He turned around, but he didn't see the faceless old man chasing him out. Through the wide open dormitory door, the things in the room are clear at a glance, where is the shadow of the old man?

To this day, Yi Gu can't figure out whether it was an illusion or not. But I have always wondered in my heart, since the man in the black suit can't see his facial features and any recognizable signs, why do I think he is an old man?

Even more frightening was the fact that there was a deep trail of blood in the room, stretching from the side of his bed to the outside world. He followed the bloodstain for a long time, and actually came to the cemetery of the hospital.

After reading his letter, I shook my head slightly. This kind of vulgar horror story that is often heard in hospitals is boring enough. So he didn't bother to reply, and quickly left the contents of the letter behind.

It doesn't end there, though. Or maybe if I hadn't noticed his later letters, this story wouldn't have happened.

But damn it, I just noticed it, and it gradually became interested.

Everything is the beginning of a nightmare for me and for many.

I don't know why, there is a growing trend of psychopaths nowadays. The environment in which human beings live is getting worse day by day, and the pressure of survival is also becoming more and more intense in seemingly abundant and abundant cities. The whole world is full of restlessness. Food safety is also one of the causes of human brain diseases, and a friend once joked that if you don't eat the periodic table these days, you are embarrassed to say that you are a human being.

The Reincarnation Psychiatric Hospital is located outside the village of reincarnation, a huge man-made building complex built in the unique landform of Shaanxi, as if it were a paradise. The dirty loess is hidden by the high courtyard walls, and the birds and flowers in the garden are fragrant, and the vast lawn is beautiful and beautiful. There are deep wells in the hospital, and the electric water pump is hidden in the bamboo forest, which looks like another sight.

Here, it completely subverted my impression of the Loess Plateau.

Who would have known that in such a remote mountainous area with inaccessibility and no electricity, there would be such a health resort?

On the way to the staff dormitory, Igu chattered beside me. While enjoying the scenery, I reminisced about the events of some time ago.

In fact, what really brought my attention to Yi Gu was the second letter he sent me.

The content of this letter reminds me of a well-known folk tale in southern Shaanxi.

It is said that in a certain year in the Ming Dynasty, there was a man named Wednesday, who was a carpenter who often ran around to help others do carpentry work. Once, he went out again, and when he came home four days later, he saw his wife doing laundry at the door, so he greeted her.

Wednesday's wife, when she saw him, was very frightened and said, "You! You! I haven't seen you go out, what's the matter with you? ”

Before his wife could finish speaking, a man came out of the house and shouted at Wednesday, "Who are you? How dare you pretend to be me? ”

On Wednesday, I saw that this person looked exactly like himself. So he was surprised and angry, and quarreled with this fake man. Neighbors rushed to watch and talk.

Both Wednesdays said that they were real, and their wives couldn't tell the difference. The neighbor asked about the past, and both Wednesdays were full of answers. Everyone had no way to tell the difference, so they had to come to the county office and let the county official know it.

The county magistrate is also helpless, but the master has a lot of ideas.

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