What greeted Sang Ziqing's eyes was a fresh and beautiful garden.

The sun casts dappled shadows through the branches of the trees in the meadow, and a few dark gray bees fly among the flowers.

The flowers in the garden are extremely monotonous, with only various changes of color based on red, and they burst into surging vitality, blooming wildly, emitting a pungent rancid stench.

Sang Ziqing pinched his nose, stepped on the path paved with bluestone bricks, and strolled through the garden.

Behind him is an elegant villa painted with white powder, hidden in the shade of red flowers and greenery, like a shy girl next door.

The overall environment is obviously more like a recuperation area than an imaginary inferior hospital.

Except for the strong stench that stings the brain!

After passing through the garden, there is a narrow wooden bridge, under which the water shimmers in the sunlight.

"A high-class sanatorium in the middle of the lake..."

Sang Ziqing sighed in a low voice, scanning the surroundings, a little restrained.

According to those patched up fragmented memories, with his family background that is not wealthy, he can't afford to live in such a high-end place.

Before he knew it, he was already stepping on the rickety wooden bridge.

The rotting planks chirped in pain and threatened to break at any moment, and it was clear that the sanatorium's logistical maintenance was not very good.

The empty environment made Sang Ziqing feel depressed and panicked, and he unconsciously quickened his pace, desperate to escape from here.

Suddenly, at the end of the bridge, a group of people dressed in black surrounded it.

Security personnel?

Sang Ziqing looked at the crowd of black pressure, nervous and more fortunate at the same time.

The presence of other people gave him enough peace of mind, which at least proved that he had completely escaped from the strange Black Sea.

"Don't move!" There was a shout of rage from the crowd.

Sang Ziqing was startled by the sudden scolding, and the whole person froze in place.

It's normal to think about it, after all, in the eyes of others, I am a person with split personality.

He raised his hands in the air and made a gesture of surrender, signaling that he would not act aggressively.

"I'm not a psychopath..."

"No, I'm a normal person!"

"That's not right! I..."

For a while, Sang Ziqing couldn't find the perfect words to explain and perfunctory the current situation.

How can I prove that I am not a neuropath? This kind of esoteric philosophical question, given to a teenager in his twenties, is inevitably too deceitful.

"Anyway, I'm cured, what about the doctor? I can take all kinds of psychometric tests or other psychiatric tests! ”

Sang Ziqing shouted loudly from a short distance.

The security team in front of him far exceeded his imagination in terms of quantity and quality.

Most of these people are in the prime of life, with burly and majestic bodies, and their well-defined faces are full of ruthlessness.

Everyone's face was covered with beads of sweat, and the terrifying and terrifying look fully demonstrated the professionalism of this team.

In the crowd of black pressure, no one responded to Sang Ziqing's appeal, they held their breath, and they didn't dare to breathe, as if they were preventing something terrible from happening.

Sang Ziqing was in a dilemma, a little at a loss, and his thin body fluttered in the wind on the wooden plank bridge.

"I'm not sick, I'm really not sick!"

He tried to continue communicating, his numb, stiff feet moving cautiously.

Why can't this group of people get oil and salt!

I just need to get a doctor!

Sang Ziqing gritted his teeth and gurgled, his gums cracked, and traces of blood slid down the corners of his mouth and dripped onto the wooden board.

Seeing this, all the people who surrounded them gasped, and their right index fingers shook as if they had been electrocuted.

"Whew-"

A long sigh suddenly came from the crowd.

A young girl stepped out of the muscular pile of a burly man.

Long silver hair as bright as moonlight, ice blue crystal eyes shining with smart brilliance, and tight black combat uniforms highlight the graceful body curves to the fullest.

"Ning... Ning team! ”

The tense atmosphere was eased a lot by the arrival of the girl.

"So, what's going on now?"

She frowned slightly, staring helplessly at the boy on the wooden bridge.

"There is no other superfluous movement, it seems that I have come to my senses, but... It doesn't seem to be fully awake! ”

"Really, how can I explain to the Central Countermeasures Bureau if I cause such a big trouble..."

She clenched her fists violently and walked straight towards Sang Ziqing.

The heavily armed team instantly aimed their pitch-black guns at the narrow wooden bridge that fluttered in the middle of the lake.

Sang Ziqing stared curiously at the silver-haired girl who came forward, and suddenly thundered and was stunned on the spot.

"Left leaf Lixia? But this long silver hair that shimmers like water... Xie Xuehan? ”

"Impossible! No way! ”

As soon as he fell to the bridge, the splash of water between the cracks in the planks wet his already slimy trouser legs.

"It's not over yet! It's not over yet... Room 4 and Room 5 merge, it turns out that this is what happened..."

Sang Ziqing tore his hair and kicked his legs back again and again.

Frightened, the silver-haired girl was already sitting on top of him.

"Name?" Between the girl's pale pink lips, there was a refreshing sound like a mountain stream.

Sang Ziqing was stunned for a moment, and there was a creepy cold touch on his forehead.

A small, delicate silver pistol was already pressed between his eyebrows.

Eerie coolness spreads from the spine and burrows into every cell of the body.

How to answer? He is the original personality, the owner of Room Twelve, if the doctor reserved a candidate for a good personality at the beginning, then he appeared out of thin air, and was not he acquiesced to an evil personality? ”

Sang Ziqing thought in his heart and swallowed his saliva one after another.

"Yang... Yang Zijie···" He said tremblingly.

"Whew-" The girl let out a long sigh and withdrew her pistol.

You guessed it!

Sang Ziqing was overjoyed, and a heavy and powerful fist slammed straight into his face.

"Name?"

Sang Ziqing straightened out the crooked corners of his mouth, wiped the blood on it, and stroked the two teeth that were connected to the alveolar root by the way.

He stared at the girl's slender white arm with horror on his face, and he couldn't believe that it could strike with such force.

Hit the nose, I'm afraid that not all the facial features will collapse into the meat like clenched bread.

"Turumbman Noch..."

Immediately followed by another heavy punch, Sang Ziqing's nose bone was broken, and blood continued to gush out of his nostrils.

"Name?"

"Maggie Knuckle... Left leaf Lixia? Xie Xuehan? ”

"Tsk!" The girl had a look of disgust on her face, clenched her fists, and held them in the air.

Guessed wrong!?

Wrong again!

"Sang Ziqing!"

Finally, the pig-headed boy with a blue nose and swollen face who was beaten shouted out his real name and surname.

Sang Ziqing was still covering his face with his hands in a panic, but his body suddenly rose into the air.

He opened the gap between his fingers, peeked carefully, and found himself being held in the arms of the silver-haired girl, walking towards the shore of the lake.

"That... Excuse me..."

"Next time I play this boring game, I swear I'll blow your head off!"

The murderous aura overflowing in the girl's tone instantly made Sang Ziqing shut up.

Looking at the two people who came from the wooden bridge, the entire armed forces breathed a sigh of relief.

Their eyes passed through the two who came slowly, staring at the manor in the middle of the lake.

Abandoned German-style buildings are overgrown with weeds, the ruins are overgrown with strange plants that can't be named, and the long-dead lake has a disgusting stench.

A towering tree rises from the inside of the manor, its large, thick rhizomes clinging to the cracked stone pillars.

On top of this giant tree, which does not know the age of time, there are colorful thin threads entwined.

Eleven corpses, suspended in the air like marionettes, were horrific in death.