[There are two things in this world that cannot be looked at: one is the sun, and the other is the human heart. 】

"Lay down your arms and raise your hands!"

When-啷-

The blood-stained kitchen knife fell to the floor, and the sound of the impact was enough to break my heart.

My hands were clasped behind my back by the police, and the cold handcuffs clasped my wrists with a piercing taunt.

There were several corpses on the ground that had been cut beyond recognition, and the still warm blood was running down my feet, soaking my toes little by little.

The woman standing in the corner, her hollow black eyes staring at me, her blood-red lips raised, smirked.

"It's you, it's you...... Murderer! "The memories are vague, but I'm sure she's the culprit behind all this tragedy.

"Be honest!" The police did not understand my reprimand, and more and more people gathered at the scene, and no one could see the woman standing in the corner except me.

"I didn't kill anyone, it's not me, it's not me!"

"Who are you not?"

"It's the female ghost, she's the one who framed me...... Catch her! ”

"I killed someone, and now I'm pretending to be a ghost, and I don't want to escape the law!"

"I didn't pretend to be a ghost, what I said was true, I didn't kill anyone, I'm not a murderer, let me go!"

…

The confinement chamber is in the basement of a psychiatric hospital, which is dark, damp, and dirty.

It didn't make me 'sane', on the contrary, it completely angered me.

The filthy walls, the garbage and filth on the floor, the disgusting stench of moss, sewage and rotten wood all had enough effect on me to satisfy the 'offended' doctor.

I was pushed inside, and the iron door was then shut, cruelly blocking out the light.

I stretched out my hands and cautiously took a few steps forward, my hands touching the slippery wall, and a wave of nausea made me tremble.

I found a less dirty place in the gloom and sat down.

In the darkness and silence, I had a long day.

My name is Qin Yue, and I was born on the day of the opening of the ghost door on the Midyear Festival, and there are many sayings in the countryside about children born on this day, who may be regarded as ominous people, and I was abandoned as soon as I was born. As it turned out, some of the statements were correct, I could see things that ordinary people could not see, and because of this, my short eighteen years of life have been full of ups and downs, and I almost lost my life several times.

The third woman who pulled me up always comforted me, saying that I was a natural womb, and I had a fate with Jizo Bodhisattva, and my life was very hard, not only could I not die, but I would become a great tool in the future and benefit the world.

Now, such words can no longer comfort me as a 'murderer'.

People only believed what they saw, because to tell the truth, I was diagnosed with severe mental illness, and although I escaped the fate of being fed guns for the time being, I was not much better to be locked up in 'Jingya'.

The patients in the 'Jingya' Psychiatric Hospital basically have no entry or exit, and the vast majority of them die here in the end, no matter which way.

Just yesterday, the aunt who lived in the next ward committed suicide by hitting the wall, and I heard that blood and brains were splashed on the wall.

There are a lot of shady people and things here, and even if you don't go crazy, you'll become crazy if you stay here for a long time.

However, I suffered far more than most, especially at night.

Just like now, it was midnight and the world that should have been quiet became more 'lively'.

Through the iron door, I could hear footsteps and whispers echoing in the deep hallway, and a faint cry could be heard in one of the rooms.

A little later, the whole world will reverberate with hysterical screams, roars, and even the snapping of hard bangs on the iron door......

The temperature around me was cold, and I could see the fog coming out of the faint moonlight from the small skylight on the skylight.

There were no more than one death in this confinement room, and they couldn't get rid of some kind of restraint and were forced to stay here, with nowhere to go.

At this moment, they sat behind me, looking at me, a poor man.

I shivered with cold, wrapped my arms around my knees, buried my head in the armband, and pretended I didn't know anything, I couldn't see anything—sometimes that's the best way to protect myself.

The next morning, as a key was turning in the lock, a frightened rat creaked past me, causing me to stand up, my heart pounding, my ears ringing, and I felt as if I had been locked up for centuries, not a day.

The door opened, and a faint light came in, but to me it was a dazzling light that stung my eyes.

"Come out!" The one who opened the door was the caretaker Wang.

I walked forward mechanically, and my legs were a little numb from sitting for so long that I staggered and staggered, and I looked like a drunk.

"You need to hurry, the psychiatrist sent by the court is still waiting." Lao Wang followed behind me, urging impatiently.

Even without looking back, I could feel the look in his eyes of disgust.

Also, it is impossible for a murderer to be treated well.

I gritted my teeth and limped up the steep, narrow steps out of the horrible basement.

…

In the office stood a tall man in a white lab coat.

The curtains seemed to be deliberately closed, there was no light in the room, and a ray of sunlight sprinkled on his body through the gap in the curtains, but there was still half of his figure hidden in the darkness, and under such a half-bright and half-sleepy light, his eyes were also bright and extinguished, and it became more and more proud and lonely that came out of his bones.

I stood in the doorway, watching carefully at the doctor who had been sent by the court to decide my fate, breathing unconsciously slowing.

"I am Dr. Si Yufan, who was sent by the court to conduct a psychiatric evaluation and evaluation of you, and I hope we can get along well in the next week." The man's voice sounded gentle and clear, light and clear, and the orange of the sun was imprinted in his eyes as clear as glass, and it turned into a strange and extremely gorgeous color.

In this case, I was amazed at my own attention to him.

Or maybe he's too dazzling to ignore.

"I heard you hurt someone?" Si Yufan asked, picking up a folder on his desk.

"Do you want to start the assessment now?" I asked cautiously.

"Asking that means you're not that bad." Si Yufan glanced at me who was nervous and made a gesture. "Sit down, you can take it easy with me."

I stepped forward, pulled out a chair in front of my desk and sat down.

"I'll leave it to me, please close the door, thank you!" Si Yufan confessed to the guards who had been guarding the door, and he was polite.

I lowered my eyes slightly as I looked at the two hands that were clasped together.

The door was gently closed, and the light in the office became even darker.

(There is a finished work "Devil's Kiss Addiction: Good Night, Lord Ghost King", pit product guarantee.) Reader exchange group: 616552471, please bring your own blanket when it is a little cold in the group (≧ω≦)\/)