On the outskirts of the city, the sun was half into the cliff, the fiery red sunlight shrouded the sky, the crows fell on the branches of the dead trees, looking at the mental hospital in front of them, their pupils glowing red and screaming miserably.

"How's the patient doing today?"

A handsome young man sat at his desk and flipped through a stack of materials in his hand.

In front of him stood a woman in a white nurse's uniform, the woman was bare with two straight white legs, and even a stiff smile on her face could arouse the desire of countless people.

The woman replied stiffly, "Not bad." ”

It was like a moving corpse.

The young man seemed to be used to it, and said without surprise: "That's okay, I should get off work at this point, and I'll leave the rest to you, Zhou Han." ”

With that, he got up from his chair, packed his clothes, picked up his briefcase, and prepared to leave the office.

When he stepped out of the office door, the young man looked back at Zhou Han, who was still standing still with a smiling face, and turned his head to leave after sighing helplessly.

"Don't laugh in the future, it's better to put on a stinky face than to be like a zombie."

Zhou Han didn't answer him, silently put away his smile, showed a cold and ruthless look, and looked at the business card in front of the desk in a daze.

Through Zhou Han, you can see that the business card reads, "President of the Suburban Psychiatric Hospital, Lin Yan." ”

.......

Lin Yan stepped out of the gate of the hospital, ignored a few big red characters of the psychiatric hospital at the door, and walked towards the parking lot non-stop.

"It's another boring day, I really don't understand why my parents threw me such a mess, just because I graduated from psychology?"

Lin Yan kicked his feet away, drove the electric car and slowly drove away from this somewhat silent mental hospital into the distance.

"Click." Lin Yan drove with one hand, lit a cigarette, and took a deep breath.

Looking at the slowly rising smoke, Lin Yan couldn't help but recall this time.

Still working as a psychological counselor in Zhuhai, he suddenly received a call from his parents who were far away in Beijing, and then returned to Beijing non-stop to become the director of this private psychiatric hospital.

It's ridiculous to say that as soon as they took over this hospital from their parents, their parents traveled abroad on the grounds that they were physically and mentally exhausted.

Fortunately, he originally graduated from psychology, otherwise he would definitely be anxious.

Thinking of this, Lin Yan took another puff of cigarette, and the nicotine quickly filled his brain, and his troubles disappeared in an instant.

"The two bosses are not a small person, and they are still engaged in these, you are romantic, and the co-son was born to use it." Lin Yan snuffed out the smoke and scratched his hair.

But this mental hospital is also strange, that Zhou Han seems to be hired by his parents, and the whole person is like a corpse, except for two sentences a day, the most words are still that good, strange to die.

Lin Yan also tried to communicate with it, but there was no other response except for successfully asking her to show that stiff smile.

After getting along for two weeks, Lin Yan got used to it, and thought he was talking to a puppet.

Seeing that he had arrived at the door of the house, Lin Yan stopped recalling, quickly parked the car and walked up the corridor, and his figure gradually disappeared into the dim residential building.

As Lin Yan's figure disappeared, the voice-activated lights were quickly extinguished, and the corridors of the residential buildings fell into darkness again.

A pair of bright eyes suddenly appeared on the roof of the building opposite the residential building.

The woman wore a strange costume and observed Lin Yan's residential building, and it was not until Lin Yan disappeared that her tense body slowly relaxed, and then took out the walkie-talkie.

"Captain, he still doesn't have any anomalies today." The woman preached over the walkie-talkie.

The air was half quiet, and a calm voice came from the walkie-talkie: "Continue to observe, notify me if there is an abnormality, and in special cases, it will be cut first and then played." ”

The woman was a little surprised and replied: "You still have to observe, it's been two months, he should be just an ordinary person." ”

The walkie-talkie was silent suddenly, and then said slowly: "Ghost, put away your emotions, you know everything now, and you can't take it lightly at any time." ”

"Do you know how many people die every year because of carelessness! I need to tell you! ”

Speaking of the back, the voice was visibly agitated.

The woman held the walkie-talkie, her knuckles were a little white, as if she was recalling something bad.

"Okay, I got the captain, I'll keep watching."

The woman put away the walkie-talkie, took out a stack of materials from her backpack and quickly rummaged through them.

Until she found what she needed and put away the other papers, she took out a black pen and wrote silently on it.

Action Number: Suburban Psychiatric Hospital

Difficulty: Unknown

Psionic Strength: Burst of unchartable level, currently undetected.

Executor: Ghost

Subject Observed: Director of a psychiatric hospital

Killing Pattern: Unknown

Specifics: Unknown

Event 1: A psychiatric hospital that appeared out of thin air in 203█, located on the outskirts of the city, far from the city, and the citizens did not notice anything unusual, as if it had always existed, ████

Incident 2: Incident ██ broke out, witnesses saw the suspect enter a psychiatric hospital, currently judged to be **.

Incident 3: ████, no one recovered.

Incident 4: The director of the unmanaged psychiatric hospital, named Lin Yan, is still under observation.

"There is nothing unusual at the moment" As she wrote these words, she took a deep look at the room where Lin Yan had turned on the lights and left quickly.

If you look closely, you can see the red handwriting on the paper that has been erased and written, and you can faintly see a few S's and unprocessed words, and some have been replaced by mosaics.

What makes people chill is that the woman has all the information about Lin Yan, and it is obviously written about Lin Yan's origin: orphan, fatherless and motherless.

........

Lin Yan took off his clothes in the room, took a set of clothes and walked into the bathroom.

The sound of rushing water sounded, and the glass door of the bathroom filled with white mist.

Lin Yan tilted his head and let the water wash his hair at will, and rubbed it from time to time, and the hot water quickly washed away his exhaustion.

Lin Yan wiped the mirror in front of him full of water droplets, and his handsome face appeared in the mirror. He looked at himself in the mirror, and the mist continued to build, creating a sense of unreality.

In fact, there is a secret that he has been holding in his heart.

He doesn't remember anything before he was 18 years old, not even a little bit, he doesn't have any impression, even the psychological knowledge in his mind appeared out of thin air, he appeared in the world as if out of thin air.

He'd secretly investigated everything.

Lin Yan's fingers holding the sink trembled a little, his eyes were a little red, and he returned to normal after grabbing his hair.

"The information shows that he has been an orphan and has no parents."

He had sat in on his parents, but he didn't hear anything.

Lin Yan picked up a towel and wiped his body briefly, put on a bathrobe and walked out of the bathroom.

Walking to a wooden table in the room, he carefully opened a metal safe and took out a worn-out Ultraman notebook, which looked like he had bought when he was a child.

When he saw the diary, his eyes brightened a little, and he carefully flipped through many pages until he found a blank one, picked up a pen and began to write.

On April 4, 2050, the weather was fine.

There is no news today, my mind is still empty, and my parents have been traveling for two months.

When he wrote this, he was stunned for a moment and crossed out the part where his parents went on a trip, and then wrote that his parents' situation was unknown.

Today's status: I still can't believe my memories, only at night can I remember my true self, am I really the same person at night and during the day? I'm going crazy, but luckily life can go on without any abnormalities.

At the back of the writing, Lin Yan's handwriting was obviously heavier, and the words were sunken by the tip of the pen, almost tearing.

After stopping to look at the whole thing, he picked up the pen again and added the last few words to it.

After writing the diary, Lin Yan silently covered the notebook and put it in the safe.

Then he left the wooden table, walked to the door, turned off the light, and lay on the bed quietly looking at the curtains in a daze, as if he was waiting for something, or maybe he was reluctant to give up something.

It wasn't until his spirit could no longer hold it and his eyelids slowly closed that Lin Yan slowly fell asleep.