"Okay, now tell me why you escaped from the hospital this time?" The dean put down his hand, walked to the desk, picked up the teacup and slowly took a sip of tea.

I was asked so that the second monk was confused, and I didn't understand what he was talking about, and then I looked at Zheng Tian, but he kept his head down.

"Looks like you've forgotten you're a patient here." The dean smiled slightly, took out a copy of the case from the drawer, and said to himself: "Diancheng, number 9700, suffers from severe paranoid schizophrenia. It's kind of interesting. ”

After listening to it, I got angry, and I thought to myself, how can Lao Tzu be called mentally ill by you, but then again, how did this guy know my name? And where did this case come from?

I glanced at Zheng Tian, and when I saw that he still hadn't looked up, I arched him with my elbow, laughed exaggeratedly twice, and said, "This old thing has a problem with his brain, let's go!" ”

After I finished speaking, Zheng Tian slowly raised his head, but he didn't speak, just looked at me expressionlessly, which made me feel unfamiliar like never before. Just as he was puzzled, the dean spoke again: "Dr. Zheng is your attending physician, you shouldn't forget him." Unless, you don't want to remember him at all. ”

Which one is this singing? Can a person like Zheng Tian who can't even tell the difference between coffee and banlangen be a doctor? I glanced at Zheng Tian, and just met his eyes, so I said with a little anger: "Dude, please don't play, okay." ”

After I finished speaking, Zheng Tian, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke: "This is your home, and I have been in charge of treating you since five years ago. ”

I felt unbelievable, and I gradually panicked in my heart, did Zheng Tian, this kid, have any wrong tendons, and actually help the other party speak. In short, no matter what the situation is, I must keep my mind clear and not be bluffed by them.

So I began to reminisce about my previous experience, first I received a strange letter from Moscow, and then I went with Zheng Tian to Zanglong Mountain to solve the mystery of the letter, to find the whereabouts of the Heavenly Cellar Gold, in the mountains we saw some animal remains and two unidentified men and women, and soon we passed out for no reason and were kidnapped by a group of people to a remote cabin, and then the group escorted us to the side of the road and released, and finally came to this hospital to borrow a phone......

I said what I was thinking, and said to Zheng Tian that I was already angry and hoped that he would stop joking. After hearing this, Zheng Tian replied to me coldly: "I found you in Muxi Village at the foot of the mountain and brought you back along the mountain road." All of this is just your ridiculous assumptions. ”

How could what actually happened be my imagination? I pointed to the wound on my neck and exclaimed that it was a ghost sting, and that all I was talking about was real. Zheng Tian frowned and whispered, "You burned it yourself with a lighter a few days ago." ”

I don't feel my body tremble, what's the situation? Will I burn myself yet? I didn't believe what they said at all, because I remember everything clearly, my family, friends, relatives, my primary, secondary school, and university...... Everything was real, and I even remember having a wedding for a stray dog when I was a child.

Five years ago? Yes, they said that I came here five years ago, but five years ago I was still on the university campus, majoring in antiquities appreciation and restoration, and my bunk at that time was Zheng Tian, etc...... Zheng Tian?

"Sometimes, memories can be deceiving. People construct a world for themselves, and then they indulge in it, unable to extricate themselves. "The dean walked up to me and handed me the case, still looking unpredictable.

His words made me feel overwhelmed, if all this was a lie of the dean, then why did Zheng Tian help him too? They didn't know each other before! At this time, I suddenly remembered what the old man on the bench at the entrance of the hospital said to me: "Remember to go home often, go home and see." ”

"Nope! I'm not mentally ill! You two don't want to hurt me! I yelled as I pulled myself out of the mental trap they had set.

"No psychopath will admit to being sick, any more than a drunk person always claims to be not drunk." After finishing speaking, the dean picked up the landline on the desk and dialed the phone, and a few minutes later, four medical staff wearing white coats and masks walked in, their eyes cold and familiar.

"Number 9700, it's time for you to go back to the ward."

My heart suddenly felt like ashes, and a sense of loneliness that I had wandered into the void and had nothing to rely on hit my body. Before leaving, I glanced back at Zheng Tian, his expression was still cold.

When everyone believes a lie, the lie becomes the truth.

I was taken to a ward that was no different from that of a regular hospital, with a small window and a dark wall to see.

At that time, I had already made up my mind to run away while the medical staff were not looking, but in fact I was still too naïve, because my personal freedom was restricted 24 hours a day, and it is worth mentioning that my roommate in the same ward was the same old gentleman I had met in front of the hospital gate.

When I first saw the old man in the ward, he was lying on his side on the bed reading the newspaper, and I really had mixed feelings in my heart.

He caught a glimpse of me coming in, put down the newspaper and looked at me like a work of art. I was a little embarrassed and waved to greet him, barely squeezing out an ugly smile. He patted the edge of his bed kindly, as he had done before, and motioned for me to sit down.

"Coming back?" As soon as the old man spoke, I felt like I was really the patient here, and I nodded cooperatively, wanting to hear what he had to say next. Strangely, the old man stopped talking to me and continued to look at the newspaper, and I glanced at the newspaper and was a little surprised that it was October 1, 2010.

I couldn't understand why the old man wanted to read the newspaper a few years ago, so I took the opportunity to browse the content of the page, but it was just some ordinary livelihood reports. I bored myself back to my bed, closed my eyes and thought quietly.

It all came so suddenly, I didn't seem to understand what was going on, I was a psychopath? Tian Zheng is my attending physician? What are you kidding, none of this can be true, but what's the problem? Why the am I here? When I opened my eyes and looked at the old man again, he was already asleep.

The night seemed to be peaceful, the dean, Zheng Tian, and the nurses never came in again, and after they locked the doors and windows, the whole ward was silent, so quiet that I could even hear my own fluctuating heartbeat.

After falling asleep, I had a strange dream.

In my dream, I was on a stone bridge, and on both sides of the stone bridge were teahouses and restaurants, pavilions and water pavilions built along the river.

As I was admiring the surrounding scenery, a woman wearing a cheongsam suddenly approached. In the haze, I couldn't recognize her appearance, but I remembered that she was holding half of the scroll.

Then I heard someone singing Peking Opera, the melody was still familiar, and just as I was trying to remember what the song was, I suddenly heard a dense burst of gunfire in the distance.

Suddenly there was a lot of fire and smoke around me, and I was pushed forward by the crowd, and just as I reached the other end of the bridge, a grenade suddenly came at me, and I lost consciousness after shouting.

When I saw the light again, I was in a place that looked like a dungeon.

It looks very dilapidated, and the rubble gives a sense of relics from a long time.

There is a high platform in the center of the dungeon, and on the high platform stands a woman holding a painting, I don't know if she is the one I saw on the bridge just now, and I still can't see the outline of her facial features, but subconsciously, she seems to be smiling at me......