What's going on?

Song Rui's brain is a little stiff, is he hallucinating? How did the situation in the room become like this in the blink of an eye?

Song Rui shook his head vigorously, and looked again, it was still the nurse on the electric shock treatment chair, and a trace of saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth, obviously still unconscious.

Yang Mandong took a few steps forward, and Song Rui stepped back and shouted, "What are you doing?" ”

Yang Mandong said lightly: "You said so much, then I will also talk about my rules." ”

"What?" Song Rui didn't react a little, but he clearly knew his situation, remembered the identity of Yang Mandong's murderer and Wang Dong, who had his eyes gouged out, and shouted eagerly: "Come on, come on!" ”

The next moment, Yang Mandong took two quick steps and grabbed Song Rui's neck directly, and Song Rui's voice stopped abruptly.

Yang Mandong lifted Song Rui up with one hand and said, "My rules are not so complicated, people don't offend me, I don't offend people!" Also, it's best not to stare me in the eye. Believe me, I know more ways to make life worse than death than you, do you understand? ”

This sentence is true, Fu's memory is full of dark means.

Song Rui couldn't breathe, his face turned red, and he could only nod his head constantly.

Yang Mandong wanted to pinch Song Rui's neck directly, if he hadn't gained spiritual ability, if he hadn't laid out the illusion in advance, he would have been paralyzed in the chair now. Song Rui kept hitting Yang Mandong's arm with both hands, but Yang Mandong's right hand was like steel, and it didn't move.

Ten seconds, thirty seconds, one minute.

Song Rui's arms hung down, his eyes bulged out, and he would suffocate and go into shock at any time.

After glancing at the camera in the corner, Yang Mandong suppressed the anger in his heart and let go of his hand slightly.

Song Rui fell to the ground, his chest rose and fell rapidly, just now he thought he was really going to die, and said fearfully: "It's none of my business, it's Wang Dong who wants to trouble you!" ”

As he spoke, Song Rui quietly took out his mobile phone from his pocket with his right hand and was about to make a call.

"Stubborn!" Yang Mandong stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, Song Rui's body suddenly stiffened, unable to move, and the mobile phone fell to the ground uncontrollably.

Yang Mandong said: "Are you forcing me to kill you?" ”

Although there are cameras in the room, there are many places in the hospital that are not covered by cameras. Of course, the main thing is that Yang Mandong has no intention of killing, these days, he was just an ordinary high school student, and he didn't even have the courage to resist bullying, how could he shout and kill without saying a word.

However, Yang Mandong absorbed Fu's memory, and he didn't have much fear of killing people or anything, because Fu survived all the way. Sometimes, Yang Mandong would have a brief trance, and he couldn't figure out whether the thoughts in his mind were his true thoughts or were affected by Fu's memories.

The current Yang Mandong, who is rational and crazy, is actually only separated by one line many times.

Song Rui wanted to shake his head, but his body was uncontrollable.

Yang Mandong tilted his head and thought about it, picked up his mobile phone, turned on the camera, pointed at Song Rui, and said, "Do you have any secrets?" ”

Song Rui's eyes struggled a few times, and then he was completely confused, with a hint of excitement on his face, and said, "Yes, I have a lot of secrets, do you know, I have killed people, I am a mentally ill person, and I have done ...... to his medicine."

Seeing the fear again, it was even stronger than the mustache two days ago, and the color was thicker, Yang Mandong licked his lips and began to devour it.

After a while, Yang Mandong threw his mobile phone on the cart and forcibly resisted the temptation to end the devouring, otherwise Song Rui would completely become a fool.

Yang Mandong snapped his fingers, and Song Rui immediately regained his clarity, hurriedly grabbed his mobile phone, and deleted the video just now.

Yang Mandong turned around and walked towards the door, and said, "Don't waste your time, I've already uploaded it to the Internet, and I'm not interested in your business." Remember, don't mess with me! ”

Is Song Rui a good person? Yes, there are more than 20 mentally ill patients who have recovered from his information. Is Song Rui a bad guy? Also, he killed someone, and killed a sick person without injustice or revenge.

But what does this have to do with Yang Mandong, he doesn't care about it, in fact, Yang Mandong doesn't care about anything except himself and his mother. Moreover, he himself is still burdened with grievances, who cares? During this time, Yang Mandong was actually quite confused, don't think about the college entrance examination, the events in different spaces are full of questions, and the future has completely become a fog.

Opening the door, Yang Mandong walked upstairs.

In the treatment room, Song Rui's face was pale, he sat down on the chair, and said tremblingly: "Hypnosis?" ”

He immediately shook his head, because Song Rui's consciousness was very clear just now, and said, "It's not hypnosis!" What the hell is going on? ”

In fact, it doesn't matter if it's hypnosis or not, Yang Mandong knows his biggest secret, the fatal secret.

For a while, Song Rui's face was cloudy.

Yang Mandong's ward is on the sixth floor, the second room on the left side of the stairs.

When the door was opened, there were two beds inside, and there was already a patient. A young man in his twenties, half-lying on the bed boredly flipping through a magazine, with a lightning sign tattooed on his small arm, saw Yang Mandong walk in, his eyes kept staring at Yang Mandong.

"Hey, buddy, you're Yang Mandong!" The tattooed man propped up a little bit of his body.

Yang Mandong nodded.

"Hello, my name is Cao Zhengming." The tattooed man put down the magazine, gave a non-consuming thumbs up, and said, "What's wrong with you?" Are there any taboos? I mean the 'sickness' that might cause you to get sick? We are a dormitory, and we will be friends in the future, so it is best not to cause unnecessary misunderstandings, which is also conducive to the recovery of your condition. ”

This is a good idea, there are always specific triggers for mental illness, and if you consciously avoid it, it will definitely reduce the probability of committing it. The attitude of the lightly tattooed man was a little abnormal, and the thumbs up showed that he must have known about the matter between Yang Mandong and Wang Dong, but there was no fear on his face, and he took the initiative to talk to Yang Mandong.

"Paranoid paranoia, I don't like people looking me in the eye." Yang Mandong also sat on the bed, in fact, after absorbing Fu, his condition has improved a lot, maybe he can really be cured in the future, maybe he can really be a good person in the future.

Yang Mandong asked, "What about you?" ”

"Me?" Cao Zhengming really stopped looking at Yang Mandong's eyes, and said with a big grin: "Actually, I'm not sick, and I don't have any taboos." ”

Is it fashionable for the mentally ill to say that they are not sick?

Qin Xiaoxiao is like this, and so is Cao Zhengming. Yang Mandong ignored him and began to make his bed.

"Don't believe it, I'm really not sick." Cao Zhengming seemed to feel that he was being questioned, and said quickly: "I was mixed in, I was in the front yard before, waiting for something to happen, maybe because there were all mild mental patients there, and it turned out that there was nothing for almost a month, so I got here." I'm only here for a week, two days to go, and if it doesn't happen, I'm leaving. ”

This passage sounds more like psychosis, well, mild schizophrenia obsessive-compulsive.

Yang Mandong gave his own diagnosis, but he still needed to be diagnosed, so he asked casually: "What are you waiting for?" ”

Cao Zhengming paused, and said mysteriously: "It's okay to tell you, anyway, you are mentally ill, I'm waiting for the advent of a world!" ”