In Jincheng in May, the sky is calm, and the grass and trees are happy.

The deserted suburbs stand with several whitewashed buildings in a tranquil and almost isolated environment from the outside world.

Judging from the facilities alone, people will think that this is a high-end nursing home, but in fact, it is a closed management psychiatric hospital - Qiuhe Psychiatric Hospital.

It has been more than a month since Zhu Wuwu came in, and he has gradually adapted to life here.

Inside the heavy iron gate, there is another world.

There are strict work and rest times, layers of increased access control, and monitoring equipment with almost no dead ends throughout the day.

In the middle of the night, some people here will sing the national anthem, which is full of emotion; There are people here who will scream hysterically; There are also people here who throw things and hit people, all kinds of noise, often turning the world upside down, and there is no peace all night.

Without exception, these mentally ill patients are already classified and labeled when they are first brought in, schizophrenia, depression, mental disorders, etc.

Doctors and nurses then develop measures and treatment plans for the patient based on the labels.

When Mo Sihan sent Zhu Wuwu in, she was assigned to the intensive ward according to the severity of her condition and the classification of danger.

Most of the patients in the intensive ward suffer from mania, paranoia, schizophrenia, etc., and behaviors such as self-harm, destruction of objects, and beating others are commonplace.

After staying here for a long time, Zhu Wuwu seems to be accustomed to all kinds of unexpected situations. She obviously has a weak face of first love, but there is a big heart hidden in her body, and the more adversity she is, the calmer she is.

"Go, the patient in room 21 is self-harming again."

In the hallway, three or four nurses rushed over and worked together to hold the patient next door and tie her to the bed with ropes.

The patient on the bed was screaming and struggling, not at all cooperative.

Zhu Wuwu listened to the noisy movement next door, and his eyes couldn't help but reveal a trace of worry.

The patient in bed 21 knew that she was a young and beautiful woman like her.

The female patient's name is Chu Yu, and when she is quiet, her big eyes are very good-looking, but her eyes are hollow as if they have been dug out.

She likes to be in dark places and is afraid of the light. Every time she turned on the lights to check, she screamed and struggled as if she had lost her sense of security.

Zhu Wuwu has heard people mention that she was a talented writer before, but unfortunately she ended up here.

If you go through such a thing in the world, there are nine times out of ten that you are unsatisfied. Who would have thought that in this era of peace when there is no need to eat and drink, so many people will suffer from mental illness?

"Bed 35, it's time for you to take your medicine."

A nurse came in, and Zhu Wuwu's thoughts were interrupted by her.

The nurse handed her a small transparent cup and five unknown pills.

Zhu Wuwu took the pill, put it in his mouth, and skillfully drank a sip of water.

It wasn't until she watched her finish taking her medicine that the nurse turned and left the room.

After the nurse left, Zhu Wuwu hurriedly rushed into the bathroom and spit out all the pills hidden under his tongue.

Then, she pressed the flush switch and watched as the pills were washed away.

Zhu Wuwu took water to rinse his mouth and stood in a daze for a while.

There were no mirrors in the bathroom, and she imagined herself now: pale, messy hair, and a big, dirty hospital gown, like a mentally ill person here.

Zhu Wuwu sighed softly: If she stays like this any longer, she is afraid that she will be really crazy. It seems that he must implement his escape plan in advance.

Her favorite movie in college was about prison breaks, and now she's going to do something similar - Flying Over the Asylum.

In reality, they all thought she was crazy, including Mo Sihan.

But she knew that everything she did was planned by her. In order to leave here one day, she can completely leave Mo Sihan and leave Jincheng.

And what freedom means to a person is something that cannot be expressed in any words.

Originally, she had been phoenix nirvana and reborn. It was Mo Sihan who tricked her into going back to hell.

This time, she was going to get rid of everything anyway, completely out of it.

There is one thing, Su Lan is right. Su Lan has always said that she is pretending to be crazy, yes, she is pretending.

Fortunately, Mo Sihan didn't notice anything abnormal. Next, I wish the worry-free escape plan to be implemented.

Before the child was born, for a while, Zhu Wuwu suffered from mild prenatal depression.

But this disease had already improved when she was admitted to the hospital where her friend Su Banxia was.

For a few weeks after the birth of the child, I wish you to never see your child all day long, and you will always worry about your child's health. During that time, her spirit was indeed broken.

But even so, her condition was not severe enough to develop auditory hallucinations.

The reason why she told the doctor that she often heard babies crying in the middle of the night was nothing more than premeditated planning for the next step.

On the day she returned to Xishan Villa to get clothes for her child, Zhu Wuwu learned from Su Lan that her child had died.

Under the huge blow, the accumulated emotions of Zhu Wuwu finally broke out.

In the room, the two men who lost their minds fought together until they reached the top of the stairs.

After that, the scene where Zhu Wuwu personally pushed Su Lan down the stairs was calculated by her.

In terms of the ability to write, act and direct, if Su Lan's 'Black Heart Lotus' ranks first, no one dares to rank second.

As for what Mo Sihan thought in his heart, Zhu Wuwu didn't care at all. She was just grieving the death of her child, and blamed herself for making the decision to give birth to her child in the first place.

The fire on the night of the fire was in fact an accident.

At that time, the baby's room was at the most window on the second floor, and if Mo Sihan hadn't suddenly rushed in, she would have jumped out of the window and escaped.

Zhu Wuwu never dreamed that Mo Sihan would rush into the fire desperately in order to save her.

At that moment, her heart ached and numb, and she was a little overwhelmed.

All kinds of past flashed through her mind like a cloud of smoke: the afternoon when she first met him, the big boy on the basketball court, the demon in the storm, the moth in front of her......

After so long, it turns out that she still doesn't understand him.

Zhu Wuwu asked him with tears and laughter: "Mo Sihan, why did you come back?" ”

"Good luck worry-free, do you want to die?" Mo Sihan's scarlet eyes were intertwined with anger and panic.

When his hand firmly grabbed her, she blurted out, "Mo Sihan, let's end together, okay?" ”

At that moment, she was so powerless.

Reason told her that she only hated him, but her heart clearly proved that she had a clear love for Mo Sihan.

Where would there be any clear line between love and hate?

Often, it is precisely because of love that a person dies that love will eventually give rise to hatred.

The moment I wish Wuwu to hug Mo Sihan to death, she was stunned. What she thought was: Since the child is gone, it is not a blessing for a family of three to go to reunite below.

It was a bit of a tragedy, but she did.

It's a pity that the lives of the two should not be extinguished.

Later, everyone thought she was crazy.

Under the repeated advice of Su Lan and the doctors, Mo Sihan finally sent Zhu Wuwu to a psychiatric hospital.

On the day she was sent here, Zhu Wuwu remembered that Mo Sihan's last words to her were: "Zhu Wuwu, you and I have ended our fate, and we finally don't have to torture each other anymore in the future." ”

When he said this, Mo Sihan's voice trembled a little, and his angular eyebrows were dyed with a trace of sadness that he had never felt before.

A rare softness condensed under his eyes, and an indescribable sadness emerged.

Zhu Wuwu's sloppy gaze gathered slightly, and finally returned to normal, a clear one.

Finally, I don't have to torture each other anymore, how good this sentence is, I wish you no worries to finally wait for the end.

……

On the last day of the last week of May, Zhu Wuwu left the psychiatric hospital smoothly and got on the bus to other places.

The process of escaping is exciting and thrilling, but fortunately, the ending is perfect.

Zhu Wuwu stopped a bus at random at the high-speed bayonet and left. She didn't have much cash on her, but fortunately she had enough money to buy a ticket.

The bus was speeding down the highway, and she sat in the window seat, full of thoughts.

Since she entered the mental hospital, Mo Sihan has not come to see Zhu Wuwu once. But for the sake of safety, the best place to go right now should be a small and inconspicuous county.

First, the prices in the small county town are relatively cheap, and with her current economic strength, she can only go to remote places to live.

Second, as long as the place is remote enough and far enough, how easy is it for Mo Sihan to find her?

The word 'dormant' came to her mind. She wants to lie down completely in a strange place where no one knows.

She knew that this period must be difficult and long, like bamboo buried in the dirt. But she believed that one day she would break through the ground and be reborn in Nirvana.

……

When Mo Sihan received a call from the mental hospital, it was already half a month after Zhu Wuwu escaped.

He had been traveling abroad for a long time, and he had just gotten off the plane when he got the bad news.

"What? Missing? Mo Sihan's pupils shook, and his face sank beyond blackness, "Why do you say it now?" ”

An apologetic voice came from the other end of the phone: "I'm sorry, Mr. Mo, I haven't been able to contact you, and the phone has only been through today." ”

"What the hell is going on? How did she get out as a mentally ill person? ”

"I've checked it all. Mr. Mo, why don't you come quickly, it's better for us to communicate face-to-face. ”

"I'll go right over."

Two hours later, Mo Sihan's car drove into the gate of Qiuhe Mental Hospital.

In the office, the dean explained to him in a panic: "Mr. Mo, our canteen accidentally caught fire half a month ago, causing chaos. Three mentally ill people disappeared that day. Later, we searched all kinds of places, and only found two, but Miss Zhu couldn't find it. We've already called the police and are waiting for the exact news from there. ”

Mo Sihan's eagle-like eyes were gloomy and compassionate, and he kept a cold face: "Have you checked all the surveillance?" ”

"Mr. Mo, if you don't feel at ease, I'll take you to see it again from beginning to end."

"Let's go."