Strange madhouse

John looked at Garin sadly, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and he didn't say a word, his mood was complicated now, and his nervous heart was slightly soothed. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info John turned back and walked to the lounge, he sat down in his chair, gradually closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, snoring in a string, and fell into a sweet sleep with his mouth open. John was woken up in his sleep by a hand, and when he opened his hazy eyes, he found a group of people surrounding him.

"Please forgive me for disturbing your noble sleep, I have a question for you." A patient, who looked a little delirious, bit his finger and said to John.

John said impatiently, "Hurry up, I'm very sleepy right now, I haven't had a good rest for a long time!" ”

The patient approached John and said in a low voice, "They all think I'm sick, and I have to prove that I'm not sick." So, I came up with a good idea, that ...... That is, when I talk to you about life and philosophy, they see that I speak in an orderly and polite manner, and they ...... Won't give me an injection. ”

The patient looked around nervously and said with a panicked expression: "I think there is only one philosophy in the world now, and that is Nietzsche's transcendental realism. I remind all the sick people not to be deceived by God, because, if I leave the room, everything there will be no more, and there will be only bed bugs and flies singing in the sky. ”

John nodded, and replied in a long voice: "Oh, yes, you are so right, this is the first time I have heard of this kind of philosophy, and it has a certain originality. ”

The patient continued: "My memory and wisdom are so good, they take medicine and injections every day, and I don't, I used to pretend to be a psychiatrist and give injections and medicine to all the patients, hehe...... No one found out! Because I'm the wisest of the madmen, I'm going to be king here, I'm going to pay taxes, I'm going to have my own knights, and I'm going to conquer all the windmills with their spears. ”

John frowned and listened to the patient's novel ideas, thinking that he was the most imaginative fairy tale writer in the world, so he smiled and whispered: "I completely agree with you, you are indeed the smartest mental patient!" ”

The mentally ill man stared blankly at the ceiling as if he were recalling something that he would never forget: "Oh, there is one thing that I say to displease you, and that is that I like Miss Nurse more than anything else, and I want her to be my queen, but she says that I don't dress like the trendy style of Parisian fashion." I've been sad for many days because of this, and I think that men all over the world have suffered the ridicule of women, and they haven't stood up against feminism, and this is the greatest sorrow in the world. Also, in reality, everything is full of flaws, and people do not correct it, but let their words and deeds be more indulgent, and this irresponsible behavior has turned the whole world into hell. ”

John crossed his fingers and said sincerely, "I completely agree with your opinion and opinion. ”

The patient looked at John and said gratefully, "I'm so excited today, I tell you everything that is hidden in my heart, and when I become king, I invite you to the samba parade, remember to come!" By the way, we drink together, sing together, forget all the troubles in life, and then we use money to settle everything, defying all the laws and stereotypes, how happy that life is! I behave and behave like a person who truly controls my own destiny; I care about the growth process of grain and vegetables; I've made an offensive and defensive alliance with all the patients, and if one day the doctors and nurses pay out bonuses, we're going to smash all the glass in the mental hospital! ”

As soon as the patient's words fell, several mentally ill people immediately sang loudly, and all kinds of percussion instruments rang out in pots and pans. The patient paused slightly and continued to add: "Oh, you see, is what I said logical? ”

John shook his body and replied, "You're right, there is not a single grammatical error, I think you are the only one who can be their king." ”

"Really? You make me so happy! I'll tell you another joke, there is an old lady in our hospital, who squats at the gate of the mental hospital every day, wearing black clothes and holding a black umbrella. The doctor thought: to heal her, you must start by understanding her. So the doctor, also dressed in black and holding a black umbrella, squatted there with her. The two squatted silently for a month. The old lady finally spoke to the doctor: "Excuse me...... Are you, too, a mushroom!? ”

After the mentally ill patient finished speaking, he smiled: "This nerd also came to the hospital to be a doctor, he really laughed at me!" ”

John replied nonchalantly, "Ah, I see. Your situation here is a bit special, it turns out that the doctor is also sick! ”

The mentally ill looked at John nervously, leaned over and whispered, "Shhhh Don't let the doctor hear you! If he hears it, he won't give it to the buns! All of our patients are not having a good time! ”

John said sincerely, "I can keep this secret forever, please trust me." ”

The mentally ill man nodded in satisfaction, shuffled away with heavy steps, and slowly turned his head with a stiff smile on his face: "You have taken too good care of me, how can I thank you?" Oh, I remember, let's all pray together for you to help you get into heaven as soon as possible, so that you can steal God's gold for me, you see how smart I am! Also, I'll tell you a little secret that you should never tell anyone. All the managers here are psychopaths, and anyone who dares to rebel against tyranny is locked up in the basement. They kept a close watch on those who refused to cooperate, and when they found any resistance to do so, they infanticed them with electric shocks and tortured them in various ways. As a result, we have to admit that we are mentally ill, and the stupidest kind. In this hospital, only doctors and nurses who are willing to cooperate can move around the hospital, and those who have heretical ideas are cleared, disappear without a trace, and finally completely evaporate from the world. After saying this, the mentally ill man struggled to move his feet and limped into the doorway of the hallway.

John vaguely heard them arguing, with three or four mentally ill people claiming to be God, one or two others saying they were Jesus, and the rest of the sick people believing themselves to be servants of the king. The heated argument ended in nothing, and the mentally ill soon fought together, with many strange howls coming from the hallway. Suddenly, a rough voice shouted, "Stop fighting, look who's coming, he's the doctor who gave us the injection!" "All the mentally ill people stopped fighting, God and Jesus hid, and the remaining sick people sat on the floor and wept bitterly. Because of the loss of God and Jesus, they became unhappy and unhappy, and even became a little in a trance.

Of all the patients, the king was the only one who was allowed to walk out of the hospital and even out into the opposite street. He had enjoyed this privilege for a long time, and no patient had dared to challenge his authority. Because his mental performance was very normal, the doctor asked him to give injections and medicines to all the patients, and often asked him to go out to buy food. In this hospital the king was a mentally ill man who was about to recover, and he often walked up and down the streets in shabby robes, with a ridiculous nightcap, slippers, and sometimes with his feet on, or even trousers. He stood in front of houses and shops and begged for a small sum of money, sometimes for a slice of bread, sometimes for a can of drink. Therefore he was always well fed and returned with a full load. Whatever he could bring back, the doctor searched from him and enjoyed it for himself. His pockets were often turned upside down, and the doctor made him swear to God as a witness, and he never kept a single copper plate in his possession......

The mentally ill man who claimed to be the king began to shout in the corridors, and he cursed God and Jesus loudly, saying that they were plotting to usurp the throne. The king arrested them on trumped-up charges and warned his subjects that anyone who dared to rebel against his rule would be exiled or hanged.

John faintly heard the shouting stop, and the mentally ill man who claimed to be the king returned to the ward, so he shook his head and sighed deeply, looking very helpless. John stared at the ceiling for a moment, then collapsed on a bench in the lounge. He quickly forgot all the pain and went into a half-asleep state, between sobriety and madness, the soul seemed to float. He felt that his soul was in extreme danger, and a series of nightmares kept his brain working non-stop. His heart seemed to secretly warn himself that this was not a dream, but a terrible fact. A large number of zombies were rushing towards the hospital, their teeth and claws, their bodies covered with thick black hair, and a lot of terrible slime coming out of their mouths. Bright red lips, sharp fangs, and a distorted face look so terrifying......

John woke up from his sleep and sat up sharply, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. He opened his eyes and looked at the snow-white walls around him, took a deep breath, and found that there was no one in the opposite ward anymore, only a few infusion bottles hanging from the ceiling, shaking gently.

"Edward, the leader of the vampires, has an unusually keen sense of smell, and he may find this place at any time, what should I do!" The more John thought about it, the more frightened he became, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, hurriedly stood up, and walked towards the door of the lounge.

John staggered into the hallway, and said in a hoarse voice, "I feel breathless now, there seems to be a fire burning in my throat, and there is a burning sensation in my body that spreads rapidly with the blood. (To be continued.) )