The eyelids were unusually heavy, and the thoughts seemed to pour back from some abyss, and many of the previous memories were shattered, chaotic and noisy to gather.

Qin Ding hadn't opened his eyes yet, but he heard someone talking beside him.

"Isn't the dose a little too big this time, why hasn't he woken up for so long?"

"There is no problem with the dose, it is his condition that has worsened.

If this continues, I am afraid that it will be more serious, and then his consciousness will be even more confused, and he may never wake up in his fantasy world in the future."

Qin Ding felt that the voices of these two people were so familiar, but what were they talking about.

He tried to open his eyes, but a dazzling light prevented him from opening them completely, and his eyes felt a slight tingle, as if he had been in the dark for a long time.

He instinctively tried to reach out to cover it, but suddenly found that his arm could not move, as if something was tying him.

The familiar voice came again, and someone pressed his hand on the shoulder.

"He's awake!"

"Don't move yet."

Qin Ding didn't continue to move, his mind gradually cleared up, where is he now? Why is it tied up.

The feeling of being bound and bound made him feel strange and panicked, and the fragments of memory in his mind vaguely reflected images of a room full of candles and a man's face.

Qin Ding suddenly remembered.

He was in the Qiankun library in the suppression hall just now, and the man named Hei Wu told him a lot of things, and finally asked him to look at his feet, and he saw the burn marks on the ground at his feet, which were clearly the outlines of a person who had been lying on his stomach.

And that silhouette is his, that is, he died, he was burned to death by the fire of heaven.

As soon as he thought of this, his horror could not be controlled, and he began to writhe and struggle to sit up.

"Ma Zhengming! Stabilize your emotions."

Qin Ding couldn't care about the sting caused by the light, what is this person talking about, Ma Zhengming? Why are they calling Uncle Ma's name, what's going on.

Qin Ding blinked his eyes vigorously, and at the same time quickly adapted to the light, he was not struggling.

With his eyes focused, Qin Ding saw two faces that were not unfamiliar.

How could it be them?

Qin Ding saw that the man standing on his left was Hei Wu, and the man on his right was Feng Yuan, and Feng Yuan did not have a pair of pupils in his eyes.

Qin Ding was quite surprised, didn't he die?

Hei Wu and Feng Yuan are here, they must have saved themselves.

Qin Ding felt an indescribable sense of restraint all over his body, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

He tried to reach out and lift his leg again, only to find that his upper body was wrapped in a strange garment, and his lower body seemed to be tied to the bed with a strap.

"Ma Zhengming, don't move yet, let go of you in a while."

"He...... It's not Ma Zhengming now."

Qin Ding looked at Hei Wu, and he couldn't stop feeling strange in his heart. And Hei Wu found that his mood calmed down a little, and said again, "You...... Who is it now?"

"Brother Hei, I'm Qin Ding, why are you tying me up?"

Hei Wu and Feng Yuan next to him looked at each other, their expressions a little solemn.

But Qin Ding fell into deep fear at this moment, he felt that he hadn't heard it wrong, why did he speak in the same voice as Uncle Ma's.

"You...... It's called Qin Ding?"

Qin Ding's heart was beating violently, he didn't know what the situation was now, how could it be so weird.

He tried to speak again, to verify that he had some delusions.

"You...... Don't know me anymore? You should ...... You should know me."

Qin Ding was even more frightened after speaking, because the voice was indeed not his.

Hei Wu narrowed his eyes slightly, slightly confused.

"Then do you recognize Ma Zhengming?"

Qin Ding's mind went blank for a few seconds.

"I, what's my voice...... How did this happen?"

"Don't be anxious and don't be afraid

I'll explain it to you later. Answer me first, do you know Ma Zhengming?"

"Recognize, know. But...... My voice...... How could it be Ma Zhengming's."

The two men looked at each other again.

"Where have you seen Ma Zhengming? How do you know him?"

"He is the prefect of the Suppression Pavilion, I am the head there, you are the director of the Investigation Department, and Brother Feng is the director of the Investigation Department.

What's wrong with you guys? What the hell is going on?"

"Don't get excited."

Qin Ding couldn't understand it at all, he was so confused.

"What are you talking about? I don't understand. Didn't you and I just now be in the Qiankun Library, and then you asked me to look at my feet, and I thought I was burned to death by the heavenly fire.

And then open my eyes and that's it, I'm not dead, am I? Where is this?"

"This is the Sixth Mental Hospital."

Qin Ding's heart flashed, and he became quiet in an instant.

Sixth Psychiatric Hospital? He's in a psychiatric hospital in Yunzhong City now?

Qin Ding tried to prop up his neck in disbelief and looked at the clothes tied to his body again, which was indeed a restraint suit for the mentally ill, and then he looked towards the ceiling and around, this room did look like a ward, and Hei Wu and Feng Yuan in front of him were also wearing white coats, looking like doctors.

Qin Ding's head fell back on the pillow, his eyes widened, and his breathing was a little short.

This is a mental hospital, and he is tied to the bed, the strange conversation between Hei Wu and Feng Yuan, and his own voice has become Uncle Ma's, is it possible...... Are you mentally ill?

The mind froze for a few seconds, and then everything that had happened before came back and forth one after another.

He remembered everything clearly, and he was sure that it was all really experienced and happened, and it could not be fake, let alone hallucination.

Did something happen to him after that? That's why I entered a mental hospital, but what happened to Hei Wu and Feng Yuan?

Qin Ding was extremely confused.

"Why am I here, what's wrong? Why am I here?"

"It's a bit complicated, but you're sick."

"How sick will I be? When was it delivered? Can you give me a mirror?"

Qin Ding wanted to ask too many questions, and he felt that he was about to split now.

"How are you feeling right now?" If we can, we'll need to go to another room and talk about it."

"Feelings? I don't understand why I'm tied up."

"We're going to remove your restraints now, but you need to make sure you're emotionally stable."

"Your name is Heiwu? His name is Feng Yuan?"

"Yes."

The doctor named Hei Wu was not surprised or surprised that Qin Ding knew their names, and he motioned for Dr. Feng to go with him to remove the restraint belts and restraint clothes from Qin Ding's body.

After a while, Qin Ding sat up, but he felt a little dizzy, so he closed his eyes briefly.

"It's normal to feel dizzy, after all, you've been sleeping all this time."

Qin Ding really couldn't figure out what was going on, so he didn't ask, and then opened his eyes again.

He stretched out his hands and looked at them, which were a pair of thin, shriveled hands, very different from his original hands.

He was stunned for more than ten seconds, and he couldn't believe that these dry hands could be his.

Frightened, he quickly touched his face with his hand, and found that this face was also thin, and the mandible was angular, and the face was square.

Qin Ding felt that the air he breathed was cold, and his legs also felt a little soft.

"I, how did I become someone else?"

Dr. Black placed his hand on his shoulder and patted it gently for comfort.

"Don't panic or be afraid, let's go to the consultation room first, and I'll answer some questions for you."

Qin Ding glanced under the bed, and a pair of unfamiliar shoes were underneath.

He got out of bed, put on these shoes, and felt very weird.

Dr. Hei walked in front and Dr. Feng was behind him, and they walked out of the door into the hallway.

The corridors were long and dark, the floors were made of concrete, and in some places they had been smoothed as mirrors, and the walls were painted with dark green paint, which looked old.

There was a door on either side of the hallway, and they didn't go far before Dr. Black led them into a room.

Qin Ding couldn't see what time it was, let alone the time, his mind was very confused.

The furnishings in this room are simple, with a cabinet against the wall and a long table in the middle of the room, and a stool in the front and back of the long table.

"Xiao Feng, you go to another room and move a stool to listen to it."

Qin Ding didn't wait for Doctor Hei to speak, and was already sitting at the long table.

Dr. Black then sat down on the stool across from him and pulled something out of the drawer.

Qin Ding saw that it was a tape recorder, exactly the same as the one he used in the Suppression Hall.

It seemed that the doctor was going to record their conversation, and he felt even more weird, it looked like the Soul Hunter was at work.

Dr. Feng came in through the door, put down his stool, and held a notebook in his hand, thinking that he wanted to record something.

Doctor Hei turned on the tape recorder opposite Qin Ding, and then spoke in a calm tone.

"What I ask you now, what do you answer, you can ask questions."

Qin Ding nodded slightly, but his hands and feet were cold.

"How old are you? What's your name?"

"My name is Qin Ding, and I'm 18 years old."

"18 years old? You're still in school, aren't you?"

"I've already finished the college entrance examination, and I don't plan to continue studying."

"You just said that you knew Ma Zhengming, where did you meet?"

"In ...... In the Murder Suppression Pavilion. He was the administrator and I applied for the record. Joined."

Doctor Hei didn't look surprised, as if they knew there was a place, but Qin Ding was a little awkward after saying that, he felt that if this was a mental hospital, would what he was saying now make him look more like he had a mental problem.

"You're ...... How long has it been in that repression hall. Joined?"

"It's only seven or eight days. I just applied for a job not long ago."

Doctor Hei and Doctor Feng glanced at each other, and then returned their gaze to Qin Ding.

And Qin Ding suddenly thought of something.

"Well, may I ask, is it July 2000?"

"Yes. It's July 24, 2000."

Qin Ding secretly thought that this date was right, the day of the accident was the 23rd, which means that a day had passed.

"Why do you ask about the date? How long has it been since you were hired to join the Repression Pavilion?"

"I went on July 15."

"Is that what you remember, only remembering the events of July? Or more precisely, just remember the events of the past seven or eight days? I don't remember the previous ones."

"No, I have a complete memory before, not just this month.

Brother Hei, you can't be doing something, are you?"

Qin Ding felt too confused, it was obvious that everything that had just happened, it was obvious that the person in front of him was a black martial artist, but how could it become like this.

Doctor Black didn't speak, just looked at him, as if thinking about something.

Qin Ding was a little anxious, looking at Hei Wu's appearance, he didn't look like he was pretending, and he didn't know what the situation was now, so he was a little hesitant whether to tell the truth next.

"I, you may have some misunderstandings about what I just said, and you will think it is bizarre and ridiculous, but I am not crazy, I did meet Uncle Ma in that place.

If you don't believe it, you can go and check the old house at No. 4 Bluestone Lane."

"The old house at No. 4 Bluestone Lane?"

"Yes, No. 4 Qingshi Lane, Yujiang District, is the old mansion that has been protected as an ancient building."

Hei Wu frowned slightly, his face a little worried.

"I haven't heard of this place, there is no such place in Yujiang District."