Night, like splashing ink.

Yangcheng Psychiatric Hospital.

The dilapidated windows, old-fashioned carvings, yellowed walls, and two thick rusted doors indicate the age of this mental hospital.

In the dim light of the aisle, a young man with a coffee pushed the door and entered the monitoring room.

There are dozens of large monitoring screens hanging on the wall of the monitoring room, and a middle-aged man is ......

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