It's really hard to feel like I'm not mentally ill, but I'm being treated like one. [No pop-ups. 】

I don't know what kind of medicine the old nurse fed me, but after taking it, I felt very relaxed, and the original anxiety disappeared, so that I could calm down and think.

What the hell is going on with this matter, Xu Li cried when he mentioned the charred corpse, it was definitely a true outpouring of feelings, not quite like pretending, who was that corpse and what was the relationship between Xu Li.

And the little boy with a pale face, who is he, Lao Wang and Lao Zhu said before they died that it came, is that the little boy they are referring to.

Why did you find me, I didn't do it, that's what the two of them said before they died.

If they are referring to the little boy, then the death of the little boy must be very suspicious, it is very likely that Lao Wang and Lao Zhu witnessed the death of the little boy, but the two chose to stand by and watch.

The little boy may have come to take revenge, so he will set his sights on Lao Wang and Lao Zhu.

But what about Zhou Xueqin, why did the little boy look for Zhou Xueqin again, there seems to be no connection between them.

I can't figure it out, I really can't figure it out.

Could it be that just because Zhou Xueqin didn't have a talisman on her body, the little boy would find her.

And what is Xu Li's real purpose, is she really ignorant of what is happening in the nursing home?

While I was still pondering, the door was opened again, and it was still the old nurse I had just met, who unbuttoned the leather button for me, and said coldly, "Free time, don't run around." ”

The nurse ran away with no nurse looking at me or a nurse following me, and it was strange that they had allowed me, a suspected patient, to move freely.

I walked out of the room without saying a word, only to find that the doors around me had been opened one by one, and I had the feeling that I was a prisoner in a prison, and that it was the so-called release time.

I really didn't know it, I was startled when I saw it, and twenty or thirty men and women with mental problems walked out of the short row of corridors one after another, most of them looked dull and expressionless, and collectively headed towards the east.

It's strange why these mentally ill people are so quiet, it stands to reason that they should be noisy and noisy, because the corridor is too quiet, it looks particularly weird at the moment.

I walked slowly through the crowd, and when I passed by the window, I saw that the sun was just right outside, and I guess it should be about ten o'clock in the morning.

I followed the group of patients to the activity area on the second floor, but they dispersed, some singing to the wall, some spinning back and forth.

It's strange, it's really weird, compared to the patients in the north, the group of people I followed is inevitably too quiet, not like a psychopath.

Although most of them were quieter, there were some who were more active, such as the man I was looking at, who looked to be in his fifties and bald, but was obviously much more active than the others, who seemed to be telling a story.

I looked left and right and saw that there were only two nurses guarding the activity area, both with batons in their hands, and another elderly nurse dispensing medicine one by one.

These patients seem to have long been accustomed to this kind of life, and when they get the medicine, they put it in their mouths without even taking a sip of water.

Seriously, the atmosphere here is really oppressive, even if you are mentally normal, you are afraid that you will become nervous after staying for a long time.

I deliberately walked over to the more active man to hear what he was talking about, but as soon as I leaned over, the man immediately shut up.

But when I turned to leave again, the man began to talk again, making it clear that he didn't want me to hear what he was saying.

After repeating this three times, I decided to take the initiative, I deliberately found a chair and sat down, and asked, "Uncle, what story are you telling, can you tell me?" ”

The uncle squinted his eyes and looked at me, shook his head and said, "You are different from them, I won't tell you, if you go to tell the truth, I will definitely be beaten." ”

I think it's very clear, and I can even see that I am different from the patient next to me, I think he is quite normal, but I don't know why he was sent to this place.

I continued, "How do you know I'm different from them, I'm new here, and I'm definitely not going to snitch." ”

The uncle snorted coldly and said: "You think that the people who are locked up here are all mentally ill, then you are very wrong, most of them here are poor people who are homeless and abandoned by their families, and I am one of them." ”

Hey, the uncle is really normal, he doesn't look like a mental patient at all, could he really be sent by his family, it's a little too cruel, so let's send it to a normal sanatorium.

I said, "Uncle, I can see that you are not the same as them, can you tell me what you were talking to them just now, and why they are so quiet." ”

The uncle suddenly put his head to my ear and whispered, "Okay, I believe you, I'm telling them ghost stories, it's about crying baby voices, you look at them, they are all frightened by me." ”

I heard my uncle also talking about the crying baby's voice, and hurriedly asked, "Uncle, you really heard the sound, so have you found the source of the sound?" ”

The uncle suddenly laughed, patted my shoulder with his left hand and said, "Of course I heard it, then there is still a fake, you don't look at what I do, there is nothing in the whole nursing home that I don't know." ”

I asked, "Uncle, what the hell are you doing, and why are you being sent here?" ”

When my uncle heard my question, he suddenly made a shush with his left hand, but it was just this simple action, which made me shudder.

The uncle whispered: "To tell you the truth, I am an undercover warrior from the M78 Nebula, and my purpose is to save the earth, but I was seriously injured in the last fight with the monster, so I am hiding here for the time being." ”

What the hell, I always thought that my uncle was quite normal, who knew that he would say such things to me, was he kidding me, or was he simply a mentally retarded with intellectual problems.

At this moment, the nurse came over with a medicine plate and said, "0136, it's time to take medicine." ”

As soon as he heard that he was going to take the medicine, the man's face suddenly became ugly, and he took the medicine in his hand tremblingly, as if looking at the poison, although he was obviously very reluctant, but finally swallowed it in one gulp.

After taking the pills, the man's activity decreased significantly, and he sat down honestly without saying a word.

What kind of medicine is this, which can make a person become so quiet in an instant, I even wonder if these quiet people next to me are the sequelae caused by taking too much medicine.

I watched the nurse hand out the pills one by one, and couldn't help but ask, "Nurse, what kind of medicine is this, I think he is quite normal, why do you still need to take medicine." ”

The nurse stopped abruptly and stared at me in surprise for a while, then quickly flipped through the notepad in her hand and muttered, "0175, moderate depression, the next time you take medicine is at 18:25." ”

0175, is this calling me?

I quickly lowered my head and realized that my hospital gown was indeed printed with the number 0175.

The nurse closed the notepad in her hand, looked at me and said, "He's a severe delusional patient, you'd better have less contact with him, it's not good for your condition." ”

After feeding the medicine here, the nurse went to another place with the plate, and just when I wanted to leave, the uncle suddenly said again: "I know, I know everything, the operating room, the secret is in the operating room." ”

The uncle lowered his head and let out an uncomfortable laugh, his body still trembling slightly.

Seriously, I can't believe what my uncle said, who knows if this is a secret he imagined.

Although I was locked up by Xu Li, my true identity was not revealed, and neither the nurses nor the nurses saw that I was really a psychopath, or even thought that I was really a depressed person.

I wondered if Xu Li threw me in because she wanted me to unlock the secret in the nursing home, but she could have discussed with me, why did she throw me in without a sound.

While I was thinking, a nurse suddenly whistled, and soon all the patients were gathered together and lined up in an orderly manner.

At this moment, I suddenly had the illusion that this group of people was not patients, but more like well-trained soldiers.

When all the patients were lined up, I simply stood behind the last person, and soon the nurse boss came over and began to call them one by one.

All the patients who were shouted at answered in a sonorous voice, but one thing was strange, the order of the patients was not coherent, and there were many people missing in the middle.

From the 1st, there were always 2 or 3 less out of every 10 people, and all the way to my 0175, there were almost 30 people less in the middle.

Strange, are all these people being taken home?

At this moment, the uncle in the front row of me suddenly turned around, opened his mouth, looked at me in a weird way, and said, "People, there is one less." ”