Everything around me was getting weirder and weirder, and it used to be normal to hear wails at night, but now when I hear it, I immediately recall the pain I had suffered that day when I was on electroconvulsive therapy on it.

I really couldn't stay any longer, I didn't hear from my home at all, I suspected that the letter I sent was disposed of by the hospital halfway, and I even suspected that the phone I dialed was tampered with.

So I started looking at everything around me and looking for opportunities to escape.

After a few days of careful observation, I devised several escape plans.

1. Escape by cars that come in and out every day.

2. Climb the fence to escape.

3. Escape by digging a hole under the wall.

I have thought about the above three plans carefully, and I feel that the third plan is the most hidden and feasible. If you escape by car, the ambulance is impossible, unless you hide under the chassis, this kind of plot is often seen in movies, but how can I have such good arm strength to support my weight without falling off? The only thing that works is to hide in the compartment of the truck, but when the truck left, I noticed that the security guard would open the compartment and check it carefully every time.

The difficulty in climbing the wall lies in the high-voltage power grid above, once the electricity is poured down, it will not die or be disabled, if it is caught and locked back to the top floor, it is better to die.

So I chose the third option, digging a hole at the base of the fence and escaping, which should be very simple, even the dog knows how to dig a hole under the fence and run out to play.

The internal management of this hospital is actually very loose, it is a veritable mental sanatorium, as long as you don't get sick, no one will take care of your actions at all.

In my plan, I made a tool for digging the earth, and in the dead of night, I went to the small park behind the building, which was far away from the building, and there was a small forest to hide, and I should dig a hole in one night, and by the next morning I had successfully escaped, and when the doctor did not see me during his rounds for several days before I went to search, I had already gone down the mountain and disappeared into the world.

But it took me a lot of thought to prepare the tools, and I had to dig the soil efficiently and reliably, otherwise the tools would be broken halfway through, and I wanted to find a ready-made shovel, but I couldn't find it after looking for a long time.

So I had to find a way to make my own shovel, I went to the small supermarket in the hospital, looked for it and found that there were no other metal packaging products to sell except for the hot water bottle shell and the elderly milk powder can. I pinched it and found that the shell of the thermos bottle was very thin, and the hardness of the milk powder can was okay, so I bought the can of milk powder and also bought a pair of round-tipped plastic-handled scissors, there are no pointed scissors for sale here.

When I got back to the ward, I hid in the bathroom and opened the jar to pour the milk powder into the toilet bowl and flush it away, and then used the knife edge of the round-tipped scissors to grind the milk powder can, trying to make a circular bevel, so that the pointed part of the soil could be dug down, and the soil could be shoveled up by lifting it up.

The iron sheet of the milk powder can is quite thick, and the blunt scissors I bought are too weak to cut at all, so I can only use the edge of the scissors to cut the iron can. But this is too inefficient, and on the first day, I made two blood blisters in my hands to grind through a small edge, and the edge of the scissors was already gone.

The next day I went to buy another pair of scissors, but I changed the method and did not do it like the day before, but drew a deeper arc along the opening to the can, and then shook the iron sheet with both hands along the opening, shaking the iron sheet little by little, and finally made the milk powder can into a shovel.

Once the tools were ready, I officially prepared the escape plan.

On the third day, I bought 20 meat buns in several batches as dry food for a few days after I escaped, a few bottles of mineral water, and a small flashlight, and then waited patiently for darkness to come.

Originally, I wanted to hint to a few people I knew that I was leaving, but I was afraid of accidents, so I didn't say anything.

After dark, I waited anxiously for ten o'clock to come, and after ten o'clock the nurse began to come to the ward, and after he left for a while, I got up and dressed, took the plastic bag containing the supplies, opened the door and observed the corridor, there was no one.

Then I walked down the fire staircase to the ground floor, and when I got out of the hospital building, I quickly ran to the small park behind the building.

I had already chosen a place to dig in a grove behind a rockery, and in the grove there was a walled corner, and I was going to dig right next to the corner. I also picked up a bunch of dead branches in advance, and in case I couldn't escape that day, I could use them to cover the hole entrance.

When I got there, I put down my things, took out my excavator and immediately excavated, the surface was humus, it was very easy to dig, and soon I dug a hole two feet wide and one foot deep.

Then there was another wail from upstairs, and I was so shocked that my hairs stood on end, and if I wanted to fail this escape, what awaited me was the most terrible end.

So I accelerated my speed and dug down the fence, digging until the soft humus below turned into thick mud, the speed of digging slowed down significantly, the mud was sticky, and the tank would be deformed when I lifted it up, so I didn't dare to use too much force, so I could only slowly shake the mountain soil and lift it up.

After digging for several hours, I dug a hole more than a meter deep, but I didn't dig to the bottom of the wall, I calculated the time, if I continued to dig like this, I might not be able to escape until dawn, so I decided to be conservative and continue digging tomorrow. So he crawled out of the hole, scattered the excavated earth in other places, put the materials needed for escape into the hole, covered the hole with dead branches, and went to the vicinity to collect some fallen leaves and sprinkled them on it until there was no obvious mistake.

I shook off the dirt and weeds on my body, and while it was still dark, I left the woods and returned to the ward.

I went into the toilet and looked in the mirror, and my clothes were dirty. Then I took off my clothes, soaked them in the washbasin, took a shower first, and then rubbed some soap on my clothes after taking a shower to wash away the mud stains.

After washing several basins of water, the clothes are still a little dirty, but it is finally not obvious. In order not to attract their attention, I used a hair dryer to dry my clothes for another half an hour.

At this point, I turned on the TV and saw that it was 3 a.m., then went to bed and waited until the next night to continue digging the hole.

I didn't wake up until 11 o'clock the next day, and the doctor didn't wake me up when he came to the ward for rounds.

As soon as I had finished washing, I set out to see if the hole had been discovered, but I saw no movement from afar. I went back to the cafeteria for lunch with confidence, and then wanted to sleep a little longer to recuperate, but I couldn't sleep, thinking that if I escaped this time, I would go back to my hometown first to see how my parents were doing, and if there was nothing special, I would go to Xiao Wei to see if she had really found a boyfriend, if not, maybe I would have a chance to fight for it.

In the dead of night, I slipped into the woods and continued to dig holes. This time I dug nearly half a meter deep, and the diameter of the hole was enlarged by me, and it became more than a meter wide, but it still didn't reach the end.

On the third night, I dug half a meter deeper, but I still didn't get to the end, the digging tools were no longer usable, they were completely torn, and I had to make a new one, and the buns were also rancid, and I threw them all into the trash.

On the morning of the fourth day, I got up early in the morning and went to the supermarket to buy a few cans of milk powder, and remade a shovel for digging the soil, this time because of my experience, it only took me two hours to make the tools.

Because of the new tools, I dug a full meter down that night, and the hole was already 3 meters deep, but it still didn't reach the end.

Damn, I really convinced the people who designed this hospital, and I must have taken into account that someone would dig a hole to escape in the future, and the wall above is only 5 meters high, and the foundation below is so deep!

Fortunately, it has been quiet for the past few days, and no one has noticed that anyone is trying to escape.

I estimate that if I dig two meters down at most, I will definitely be able to dig to the end, so it will take about 3 days to dig up, and then dig up, and I estimate that I will have to continue digging for a week to escape, which is more than ten times longer than I imagined that I could escape in one day.

But actually, I'm fucking optimistic.

It wasn't until another five days later that I dug to a depth of 5 meters, because I forgot to take into account the time it took to climb up and down to transport the dirt, and the further down you dig, the more time it took to climb up and down.

I was really tired and I decided to take a day off and dig again.

After a day of rest, I went down again, but tragedy struck suddenly, digging and digging suddenly found that the soil below was gone, and the rock mass of the mountain was exposed.

Damn, this wall is poured directly over the rock!

I ran over 10,000 grass and mud horses in my heart and greeted the designer directly.

Later, I didn't give up digging a meter to the side, and found that the concrete wall was completely in line with the rock, and it looked like I had dug a deep groove in the rock, and then poured the cement wall into the rock groove, without a single gap.

Damn, it's so perverted, if you put this serious attitude to scientific research, China would have become extremely powerful a long time ago, why am I so unlucky!

When I returned to the ward that day, I felt extremely hopeless.

After three or four days of stoppage, it occurred to me that if the wall was poured along the mountain, the drop would have become larger in the direction of the valley, and perhaps the wall would not have been poured directly over the mountain.

I thought about this and immediately ran out to check my surroundings.

I found that the right angle of this wall is one to the southwest, the other to the southeast, the southwest direction of the mountain drop is very large, the overall length of this wall is about 200-300 meters, I feel that there is still hope.

So I started working again that night, and luckily the hole was not discovered for a long time.

In the next two months, I started work intermittently, digging down about 20 meters, and although it was obvious that the rock mass was going down, there was still no gap between the wall and the rock mass.

With each passing day, my despair increased, but I could never give up, always thinking that if I dig one more meter further, there might be a huge gap, and a gap will be created from which I can escape.

I also wanted to drill a hole in the fence wall to escape, but I used all the hard tools I could find, and I couldn't dig up a bit of cement at all, I guess this cement wall should be made of special cement, which is very hard.

At this time, it is already a hot summer, the surface is very hot, but the cave is very cool, but you can't stay in it longer, otherwise there will be a lack of oxygen, at this point I think I should give up, if I dig down again, sooner or later I will suffocate in the hole due to lack of oxygen.

What a goddamn designer!

And this damn construction unit!

The walls of a mental hospital can be built so extreme that even the prison with the most dangerous prisoners in the world would not have built such perverted walls.

I felt as if they had built this wall on purpose, waiting for me to dig it and laugh at me mercilessly.

But why is there such lax management within the psychiatric hospital?

Except for the 15th floor, the patients below are only checked twice a day, once during the day by the doctor and once by the nurse at night, and other than that, no one will take care of you at all. I've been digging holes for almost three months, and they haven't found them yet, which shows that no one cares if you want to run away.

The contrast between the rigor of the design and the looseness of the management made me think I had added schizophrenia.

Eventually, I bought several mops and used wooden mop handles to prop them up near the opening, and then sealed the hole completely.