Psychiatric hospital?

So it's a bunch of crazy people who come and slam the door every night?

Chu Hanxing thought for a moment and looked around, the white building did not occupy a wide area, and many trees were planted around it, surrounding the hospital, leaving only a road leading to the hospital.

Looking out from the hospital, it is an endless dark green, the forest is mixed with clouds and mist, ethereal, the environment is quiet, and a white cross and dark black fence in front of the hospital make this place stained with a hint of solemnity.

There is no end in sight to the forest, and the further it stretches, the more blurred it becomes, even a ghost of nothingness.

It was the border of the enchantment, and I couldn't get out, there was nothing outside, just a forest to cover it, just like the edge of the enchantment before was a heavy white mist.

The crosses in domestic hospitals are generally red, but this hospital is white, could it be that the people inside believe in Christianity, so they deliberately use white to show their faith?

"Chu Hanxing, there are a lot of resentful spirits here."

Chu Bai arched the palm that covered its head, and looked around with round eyes.

Chu Hanxing raised his eyes, the white cross hung high in the air, solemn, and faintly heard the priest singing carols in the church, everything was so holy and sacred.

Cleansing the troubled hearts of those madmen with faith?

Chu Hanxing lowered his eyelids and sighed lightly: "That's it." ”

- Didi, the yellow bus pulls in from the road carved out of the woods.

Chu Hanxing's left hand was level with the dantian, and he pinched it, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

The bus slowly stopped at the entrance of the hospital, and with a pop, the door opened, and a doctor wearing a white coat with a briefcase got off the bus.

He wears silver-rimmed glasses, shiny leather shoes, combs his hair with oil, and has a fair face, meticulously groomed like an elite.

The elite man pushed his glasses, pulled a smile on his lips, thanked the driver politely, and bent his upper body fifteen degrees, politely.

He took a few steps back, and the bus restarted, circled, and drove away.

The elite man straightened his white shirt and tie, turned his footsteps, and walked towards the hospital.

He walked with his feet toss and turns, one foot not fully implemented, and the other stepped out again.

Despite the elite men's good attire, the frivolous footsteps betray his character.

Chu Hanxing put down his hand, very good, it's him.

Memories are gradually waking up, and loud voices are beginning to sound.

Chu Hanxing slashed at the back of the elite man's neck with a knife, and there was no one around, so she directly dragged the person away.

A minute later, someone came to the gate, rang the doorbell, and handed out his business card.

"Ah, so you're the psychiatrist hired by the dean, Bourne... Lady? ”

The woman was a little surprised, and when she heard the name, she thought it would be a male doctor.

"Yes." Chu Hanxing pushed his glasses, took out a letter from his briefcase, and smiled politely, "I'm here to take office, is the dean there?" ”

The woman stared at the envelope and found that it was indeed the Dean's handwriting.

She smiled apologetically, "Yes, I'll open the door for you." ”

The woman then pulled out a large bunch of keys, and the clanging collision caused an empty echo.

She skillfully fiddled with the keys, pinched one of them, shook it, shook the pile together, inserted the cylinder and turned it, changed another key, and opened another lock.

She moved methodically, untying the long black chain that bound the iron door, and opening the door, leaving a small slit for only one person to enter.

She leaned sideways, and Chu Hanxing nodded slightly, "Thank you." ”

"You're welcome."

The woman quickly turned, closed the door, straightened the chain, and went around the railing in the middle of the gate in a circle for ten turns, locked it, and finally drew the key.

"Please come with me, his office is on the sixteenth floor."

"Okay."

The woman's outfit is a black robe with a white rim around the neckline and turban.

"You're a nun?"

"Yes." The nun pointed to the north of the hospital, "That's our church over there. ”

"But isn't this a mental hospital, why did you set up a church here?"

Chu Hanxing showed a doubt that a newcomer should have.

The nun held the cross on her chest: "Because the Lord will save them, and although their souls are dirty, as long as God is present, their souls will go to heaven in the future, so I pray for them every week." ”

The nun gave a quick tap on her forehead and shoulders and whispered, "May the Lord forgive them, Amen." ”

She reverently kissed the cross on her chest and then put it inside her black robe.

As they passed the pool, and after twenty-eight steps, the nun pushed open the door, and the classical music was melodious, and at the same time, many beams of eyes were cast in the shadows.

Chu Hanxing's expression was calm: "Because they have a mental problem, so their souls are dirty for God?" ”

"Of course not."

The two entered the elevator, the nun pressed the close button, blocking those sights, the reflection of the elevator reflected the figures of the two, the nun stared at Chu Hanxing's reflection, "Ms. Bourne, they are very good at disguise, and they are good at deceiving the new doctor with miserable stories, you must be careful." ”

She turned, her voice low, and in the quiet, small space, it felt cramped.

"The last doctor I brought in, he didn't go out again after he came in."

Chu Hanxing's eyes moved, his breathing was short, and he asked in a dumb voice, "Is he dead?" ”

The nun shook her head, looking reluctant to say more, her face covered with a white veil in the bright and extinguished light, making the past even more mysterious.

Chu Bai poked his head out of the pocket of his white coat, and wanted to say something, but was pressed in by Chu Hanxing.

It pouted, but two fingers reached into its pocket to scratch its belly, and Chu Bai was instantly happy.

Ding, when the sixteenth floor arrived, the nun was the first to go out and knocked on a heavy wooden door, and after a while, the people inside shouted, "Please come in." ”

The nun pushed open the door, and sitting behind the desk was a man in his fifties, dressed in a dark suit, bald, not tall, Asian face, with blue pupils, mixed race.

Nun: "Superintendent, this is the psychiatrist who has come to work, Ms. Byrne. ”

"I see." The dean's face was serious, but his tone was very kind, and he pointed to the chair opposite, "Byrne, please be seated." ”

Chu Hanxing pulled up an appropriate smile on his lips, nodded his chin slightly raised, and pulled out the chair with his little finger and sat down.

The abbot gave the nun a look, and the nun withdrew, closing the heavy wooden door.

The dean took off his glasses, and his blue eyes looked at Chu Hanxing: "I'm glad that you came to our hospital as a psychiatrist, to be honest, you surprised me a little, I originally thought that it was a gentleman who communicated with me by email." ”

His gaze was a little scrutiny, and he didn't let go of every detail of Chu Hanxing's body.

A white lab coat, a white shirt, a pair of well-maintained but still visible silver-rimmed glasses, and frivolous steps can see through the hypocrisy and snobbery behind politeness at a glance.

She was indeed Bourne.