Chapter 595: The World of White Nights (2)
In the corner of the room, there is also a squatting toilet in the pit.
It was clean and basically nothing smelled off.
I don't know if it's been cleaned up for a long time, after all, the room is still filled with the smell of disinfectant water.
Looking down at himself, he was wearing a hospital gown that didn't fit well.
The temperature in the room was not low, even if there was only an empty, thin hospital gown, Bai Ye still did not feel cold.
But...... The focus is not on the hospital gown.
"It's too thin, this body."
White Night moved his hands and feet.
The arms that are rolled up and exposed under the gaze can even be described as slender, and the skin has a strange whiteness that has not seen the sun for a long time.
You know, as early as the first DC world, White Night used the perfect Titan Elixir.
Become a macho man in a second.
A standard skinny body type with perfectly proportioned muscles.
But now, Bai Ye stretched out his hand, and he didn't need to deliberately press it, he could feel the obvious ribs on his body.
Take off your clothes and look at your body in the white night.
This body, quite thin.
I touched my chin, and the hard stubble was a little prickly.
It shows that this emaciated body should belong to an adult, at least a man close to adulthood, and not a teenager who is just beginning to develop.
Stretching out his hand, the slender and white fingers are very beautiful.
There is no true fire of samadhi.
There is no samadhi kamikaze.
You can't use the Sleeve Trick, Blood Shadow Divine Skill, and Imperial Sword Technique, and you can't demonize it.
The ability of the white night has been lost.
It's as if it never existed.
Not only that, but the Staff of Power and Wealth did not respond to his call, and did not emerge with Bai Ye's thoughts.
All power has disappeared from him.
Bai Ye slammed his fist on the door, and then shook his hand - it really hurt.
Just when the white night was thinking about what kind of world it was.
There was a not-so-clear sound of footsteps and a stop outside the door.
In the white night, you can see that the light under the crack of the door has a shadow and stays.
The small window of the iron door was opened, revealing a pair of serious-looking eyes: "9527, come out." β
ββ¦β¦β
Bai Ye didn't speak, just looked at the people outside the door.
I think he looks familiar.
The person outside the door frowned and said, "Hey, you give me honesty, I brought a stick this time, you dare to be the same as last time, shouting that you rushed over with your sleeves in your sleeves, I won't be polite to you anymore." β
"Huh?"
White Night looked at the person outside the door with an idiotic gaze, "You're mentally ill, do I look like such a naΓ―ve person?" β
"Yes."
The man outside the door laughed, but it was obvious ridicule, "Okay, okay, okay, I'm mentally ill, you're not, come out with me." Normal. β
As he spoke, he opened the door from the outside.
This iron door, the lock on the inside of the room, was specially sealed with an iron box, and it could only be opened from the outside.
Walking out the door, Bai Ye saw that in addition to the man who had just spoken to him, there was another man.
Both were wearing clothes similar to those of a caregiver.
One was younger, and the one who was talking to the white night was a middle-aged man.
looks quite handsome, and feels like a middle-aged handsome uncle.
It's a pity that the cheap clothes and the Mediterranean Sea above the head destroyed the original temperament.
suddenly changed from a middle-aged handsome uncle to a master.
"Isn't this uncle, have you gone bankrupt and changed jobs?"
Recognizing the familiar Mediterranean, Bai Ye smiled and stretched out his hand, about to pat the middle-aged man's shoulder.
This guy isn't Bai Ye's uncle, Bai Jincheng?
"Crazy again! I said it eight hundred times, Lao Tzu is not your uncle, nor is he called Bai Jincheng! -! Now I know, when I beat someone, I didn't know that I was 'Bai Jincheng'. β
The middle-aged man jumped abruptly and assumed a vigilant posture, "I warn you, be honest, the stick in my hand is not for playing." β
Truth be told, he wanted to do the same as any other patient.
Put a straitjacket on this 9527.
However, the patient's attending doctor did not allow it, and he was a small nurse who had no way to do it.
"Okay, okay." White Night compromised very decisively.
The young man next to him was snickering.
"Laugh ass!"
The middle-aged man glared at the young man fiercely and said, "Zhang Jun, you just came, I don't know how dangerous this 9527 is." A few years ago, this kid was holding a chopstick, shouting about swordsmanship, and almost stabbed a patient to death with chopsticks. β
When Zhang Jun heard this, the look in his eyes at Bai Ye was wrong.
You know, it's not illegal to kill people with mental illness.
"You know you're scared?" The bald middle-aged man was very satisfied with Zhang Jun's expression, "I know that if I'm afraid, I'm not serious, take him to see Dr. Song." β
The two of them grabbed Bai Ye's arm one on the left and one on the right.
Almost in the way of "lifting", he left with the white night.
Through the words of the middle-aged man suspected of being Bai Jincheng and the man suspected of being Zhang Jun (the senior executive of the Main World Nightfall Group), there are also scenes seen along the way.
White Night basically determined his current situation.
First of all, he is a psychopath, number 9527.
He is the number one important patient in this psychiatric hospital and research institute.
It's not autism, it's a very serious paranoia, and there are various other conditions.
In short, it's quite serious.
The kind that kills people is not illegal.
Dr. Song, mentioned by the middle-aged man, should be Bai Ye's attending doctor.
Responsible for the treatment of White Night, or in other words, the study of White Night, an important "psychotic material".
Provide fodder for Agnus's crazy "transcendent biological researcher", and occasionally make a cameo appearance in the white night of the "mad scientist".
On this day, I became the object of study.
It's a wonderful feeling.
"Bai Jincheng" and "Zhang Jun" came to a room with a very cooperative white night.
Compared to the room where White Night first stayed.
The room was spacious, bright and fragrant.
The layout of the objects is very reasonable.
It's easy to make people feel happy.
Of course, the most pleasing thing is the beautiful Dr. Song in the room.
Her appearance is the same as Song Yin in Bai Ye's memory, and her name is also Song Yin on the work card on the corner of the table.
However, he is more mature than Song Yin, he looks like he is in his thirties, and the whole person exudes a charm called intellectuality.
"Dr. Song, the person has been delivered, we are outside, if you need to say anything, just say it." The middle-aged man smiled at "Song Yin".
"Well, thank you guys."
The smile on Song Yin's face made people feel like a spring breeze.
"Bai Jincheng" and "Zhang Jun", who were both two pounds lighter, walked out happily, but did not leave.
As they say, just wait outside, come in when needed, and they're responsible for sending White Night back.
"Sit down, how are you feeling lately?" Song Yin and Bai Ye sat down face to face, and she asked with a smile.
Started daily treatment.
The case in front of me is rare in a century.
If he can recover, it will definitely be a milestone victory.
"It doesn't feel good, Dr. Wang." Bai Ye said.
ββ¦β¦ If you don't change this habit, you will never feel good. Song Yin said, "I have to repeat it every time, my surname is Song." β
"No problem, Dr. Lee, I remember." Bai Ye said with a smile.
"Sometimes I wonder if you're saying that on purpose." Song Yin shook her head and said.
ββ¦β¦ Of course not, I'm a psychopath, am I? Bai Ye smiled brightly.
But it made Song Yin become serious a little bit.
She was keenly aware that the situation in the white night in front of her was not right, and it seemed that there were signs of illness again?
"Okay, let's not talk about that." Song Yin said.
As is customary, she began to ask some simple questions to Bai Ye, and through the questions, she learned about Bai Ye's mental condition.
"Dr. Xu." Without asking a few questions, Bai Ye raised his hand and interrupted Song Yin's words with a serious face, "I don't think this is okay." β
"Huh?" Song Yin looked at Bai Ye.
"I feel like I'm in the best shape I've ever been." "I have a lot of confidence that I will be able to achieve extremely good results in this conversation. I don't think we should have this kind of one-sided questioning. β
"Oh?" Song Yin looked at Bai Ye with interest.
"I think it's up to me to ask questions, so that I can really and fully understand the current situation, which will help me recognize the reality and return to normal." Bai Ye said, "What do you think? β
"I think so." Song Yin said, "What do you want to ask?" β
"Name, what's my name?" "And my identity, my basic situation, and why I'm here, and where is this?" β
"Your name is White Night." Song Yin said, "The identity is the master of the trading pavilion. β
"What?" Bai Ye was a little stunned.
Nima suddenly popped up with a trading cabinet master, is this going to do something?
Song Yin looked at Bai Ye's reaction and said, "Very good, your reaction proves what you just said, you shouldn't be lying to me." At least you're aware that Trading Pavilion Master is your imaginary identity. β
ββ¦β¦ What about my true identity? Bai Ye asked.
"Bai Ye, male, 28 years old this year." Song Yin's face was serious and serious, introducing the basic situation of Bai Ye.
It's similar to the experience in White Night's memory.
When I was young, I had severe autism, and in the process of seeking medical treatment, I was in a car accident.
Both parents died.
But they are not rich parents, and there is no uncle who can take over and carry forward the family property of his parents.
Give White Night a good environment for growth.
As a result, the situation in the white night continued to deteriorate.
Eventually, he developed into a complete psychopath, with severe paranoia, multiple personality split, and occasionally overt violent tendencies.
In the early days of Song Yin's treatment, Bai Ye always claimed to have a special scepter.
You can trade with anyone, as well as with pure friends.
Tell Song Yin the story of starting from scratch, constantly trading, establishing the Trading Pavilion and becoming the master of the Trading Pavilion.
"Oh, I see." After listening to Song Yin's description of herself, Bai Ye nodded, "It sounds a bit like X Horror Paradise." β
"What are you talking about?" Song Yin asked.
"Nothing." Bai Ye smiled brightly, "I already understand the basic situation. So, Dr. Qin, come to the deal? β