Even though Yoko's news has given me a preventive shot, when I really see this black and white letter, I am still like five thunderbolts.

As soon as this report is handed in, not to mention that the case is overturned, will I still have a chance to live?

Creak-

The office door was pushed in from the outside, and I snapped back to my senses as if I was dying.

"Why did you run in?" The person who came was Si Yufan, and his eyes fell on the assessment report in my hand when he asked.

A few pages of fateful paper fell at my feet, and I stood there watching Si Yufan approach step by step, my cheeks bulging with anger.

"You're really impatient!" Si Yufan walked up to my side, bent down to pick up the assessment report, and spit out such a sentence lightly.

"What is it called 'subconscious sin transfer'? You didn't believe me at all, and you didn't write my advice. I yelled, and I couldn't even control myself and grabbed the man's shirt.

Si Yufan didn't resist, and looked down at me very calmly, as if waiting for me to completely explode, so as to prove his conclusion.

I was naïve enough to think that this man would treat me objectively and fairly, it turned out that he was the same as those people.

"I didn't lie, I didn't pretend to be crazy, what I said was the truth, you will only let the harmful ghost go unpunished, and she may kill more people......" I tried to suppress the anger and grievances in my heart, trying to persuade Si Yufan to change his mind.

However, the tenderness in his eyes was gone, replaced by coldness and indifference.

Ah, I'm done!

I'm really going crazy, crazy.

I was so desperate that I wanted to roar, but after a mess and madness inside, I was surprisingly calm.

We let go of the hand that was holding him at the hem of his shirt, looked at him backwards, then gritted my teeth and turned away with tears of grievance.

I went back to the yard.

Yoko sat on the swing, her two little feet on tiptoe and swinging herself repeatedly into the air, she looked up at the sunset in the sky that was gradually dispersing, and smiled silly.

I don't know if she's pretending, or if she's really feeling comfortable.

I remembered the advice she gave me the other day, she was right, if I wanted to live, I should continue to let everyone think I was crazy, instead of trying to fight for it.

I sucked my sour nose miserably, walked over to the swing, and raised my hand to swing Yoko higher into the air.

"Haha......"

When someone finally pushed the swing for her, Yoko laughed happily, provoking several patients around her to either stare stupidly and drool or clap their hands and laugh.

Before going to bed, I went next door to look for Yoko, who was scratching her fingernails on the wall, documenting her days of being locked up here.

"1112 days......" she dropped her hand, and her other finger touched her smoothed nails, muttering. I'm going to die here...... How do you think I'm going to die? ”

She turned to look at me.

I can't answer her, at least one thing I'm sure of is that if I don't do something, I'll die soon.

I looked back down the hallway, and when I was sure no one was paying attention to us, I leaned in to Yoko and whispered, "Do you often wander around and know a shortcut to get out?" ”

"......" Yoko opened her mouth in surprise and looked out the door with her eyes wary, her voice extremely low. You're going to run away? ”

I nodded.

Here, I don't know who to turn to except Yoko, she's very clever and loves all kinds of swaying and eavesdropping, and three years will allow her to get to know the madhouse in general.