Go to bed

This is certainly not self-defeating, but a more high-end way of dealing with things.

The fact that I can still stay in this room is at least a proof that no one wants to kill me.

So what's the hurry?

After all, for lies, it must be the people who are trying to keep the lies from being exposed, who are the most nervous.

So Sherlock began to sleep, and he slept soundly, he did not enter the blood-colored London, nor did he have the dream of being soaked in the green solution, he slept until dawn like a normal person.

Of course, he didn't know if it was really dawn, because there were no windows in this room to see outside.

Soon, breakfast came in through the window under the door.

Bread, milk, and a sauce that Sherlock hadn't eaten.

The milk did not smell fishy, and the wheat flour used to make the bread was very finely ground, but the sauce could not be eaten with any ingredients, and Sherlock felt that the taste was too strong to reach this level by boiling alone, and that it was the taste of some kind of essence.

It seems that in 2037 AD, the food technology has been quite mature, and the people living here no longer pursue food and clothing, but pursue the simplicity of food, in short, it is to deceive the instinct to eat, so that they can swallow the food more conveniently, nothing more.

Therefore, people living in this era are also full of anxiety about life, science and technology are obviously very developed, but people are still unhappy, so that even the most basic [eating] needs to be hastily coped, the concept of time has become hurried and tight, is it busy with work But such a strong productive force, coupled with people who work so hard, the resources produced must be immeasurable.

So where do all these resources go?

In the hands of a few?

Isn't this the same as the world you live in, the lower class people work hard, eat together, and all the money they earn goes to the pockets of the upper class, and then these people pick out some of their leftovers and scatter them to the ordinary people, which can be regarded as showing their kindness.

It seems that no matter what world it is, the composition of human beings is like this.

Eating the bread that was too delicate in his mouth, Sherlock finally put himself in the shoes of what a magnificent but extremely difficult thing the so-called 'salvation' that Moriarty had been committed to.

It's so hard that it doesn't seem to be possible at all

Well, now is not the time to think about this, after eating the first meal, Sherlock pushed the lunch box out, and began to sit behind the door and wait, until the nurse came to clean up, and then he spoke:

"Excuse me, can I read some books?"

With this question, only to hear a 'bang', the nurse pulled open a small sliding window above the door, and looked inside the door with a frown through the small fence:

"Reading a book?"

"Yes, I see that I have a copy of "Sherlock Holmes" by my bedside, does this mean that patients here can borrow books, and they will die of boredom if they lie down like this every day."

Most of the patients in the psychiatric hospital can read, let off steam, and even plant some flowers and plants, otherwise they will be locked up in a small room all day, and normal people will be locked out of mental illness.

really

"Yes." The nurse said angrily, "But others can, you can't." ”

"Is it because of my paranoia?"

"Nonsense!" The nurse's voice became even more irritable: "You are too sick, you read a book casually, what if you think that you are a fish and drown yourself in the toilet." ”

Sherlock nodded:

"But in that case, why don't you take the book by my bedside now?"

"Huh? The doctor didn't say to take it, so he didn't take it. ”

"Didn't the doctor say that?" Sherlock thoughtfully said, "Well, it doesn't matter.

Oh, by the way, I've found out in the past two days, you seem to be the only nurse in this ward, and you have a good time to pack your lunch boxes every day. If you had been collecting lunch boxes from one side of the corridor all the way to me, would all the previous patients finish their food on time, and you never seemed to have been delayed by other patients. ”

“.”

After listening to this question, the nurse finally fell silent for a while, and did not give an answer immediately.

But fortunately, he immediately put on an impatient attitude: "What are you doing with so much?" ”

"It's nothing, it's just a temporary whim, I think you won't just deliver food to me alone, right, you are in charge of me?"

"Do you think you're good-looking? Need someone dedicated to you? ”

"Not really, but can you tell if the patients in the third ward in this corridor are male or female? If you get it right, I promise I won't bother you again, but if you don't answer me, or if you answer wrong, then I'll hit my head on the toilet until I knock myself out and my head bleeds, and I'll soak the blood in the toilet and smear it on the wall. I'm a psychopath, I should be able to do this kind of thing. ”

The nurse probably felt threatened, and his face was very bad, but at the same time he was frightened

After a second of hesitation.

"The patient in that ward was transferred to the group ward last night, and a new old man with cognitive impairment came in, who had always thought he was a washing machine."

"Oh? Is that so? So"

"That's it!" The nurse stopped Sherlock from asking, "I've finished answering your question, now you give me honesty, don't let me go in and beat you!" ”

With that, the nurse slammed the small window above the door, and then there was a clear sound of footsteps fading away from the door.

Sherlock sat back on the bed, and now he was pretty sure that these people were lying to him.

That's right, he's pretty sure.

It doesn't really take much evidence, it's like seeing a poop-like thing in a dark alley, with a stench like poop and a lot of flies on it, then this thing must be poop, and you don't need to see it pull out of someone's ass with your own eyes.

And from the conversation with Dr. Lilith, as well as the details of myself during this time, the book at the bedside that was obviously placed there to read to me, as well as the various behaviors of the nurses, can be clearly proven. They are lying to themselves.

Even at the first moment, the nurse was thinking about how to answer his own question, instead of asking whether he was counting the third room from the left or the third room from the right.

He didn't rush in and tie himself up, or go to the doctor, saying that he was getting worse and that he should be sent to a ward without a toilet.

In short, these people have not actually worked in a psychiatric hospital, so even if they are trained, it is impossible to fully understand the brain circuits of a psychiatric hospital worker.

Thinking of this, Sherlock was relieved a lot, he didn't feel frightened or dazed because he suddenly found out that all this was fake, he just quietly continued to think

In this case, there are only two most important questions left:

First: Find out why these people are holding themselves and what really happened after passing through the gates of hell.

Second: how to escape.

On the first question, Sherlock didn't have much hope, because he didn't think that these people would tell him even a word, otherwise they wouldn't have to go to such great lengths to come up with so many things to deceive themselves.

As for the second question.

Run, of course.

And if you want to escape, the most convenient and effective way is, of course, to regain your strength.

If this is really hell, then your power is undoubtedly still there, but it has been deprived or sealed in some way.

And the method of sealing.

Sherlock thought of this, and took off his clothes directly.

Then he began to grope all over his body, which seemed to be very similar to the behavior of a psychopath, of course, not that Sherlock was really sick, he was just looking for some clues in his own body.

For example, pinholes, traces of surgery, whether there is some kind of machine stuffed into one's body, or parasitism by something that one has never seen, etc.

These people deceive themselves, they definitely don't want to let themselves find out, this is hell, so if they are really just an ordinary person, they don't have to bother to make such a play, just tie themselves up and find a small black room for a pass, it's okay.

So what exactly are they afraid of?

Afraid that you will suddenly regain your strength?

So what is the way to regain strength?

Or rather, what is the way to suppress one's own power. This kind of suppression must be short-term, after all, if it can be suppressed for a long time, his fate should still be a small black house.

Thinking of this, something suddenly occurred to Sherlock.

"Although this possibility is a bit too idealistic, but. Let's give it a try. ”

He muttered to himself, and then. Lie down on the ground.

Keep sleeping.

Originally, he didn't have anything else to do here except sleep and stay.

Soon, it was time for the next meal.

I have to say that although the food here does not taste very good, it is always served on time and on time, and the difference is that this time, the nurse just shoved the food into the loose-leaf door and left immediately, obviously not wanting to give Sherlock a chance to talk to him.

After 20 minutes, the man came back to pick up the lunch box, and then looked at the little bit of food in front of him and frowned.

After hesitating for a while, the nurse finally opened the small sliding window on the door again, and shouted in a very unhappy tone:

"Hey, why haven't you eaten?"

Sherlock sat up from the bed in a daze, "Oh, I'm asleep. ”

"Then you're not eating?"

"Heh, if I say I want to eat now, will you really give me the food and come back to collect the lunch box later?"

The nurse outside the door seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "Do you like to eat or not!" ”

After speaking, he closed the sliding window and left directly.

And just like that, the time came again for dinner.

This time, Sherlock still hadn't eaten, but when the nurse looked at the full lunch box again, his expression was no longer a simple frown, but began to be a little nervous.

"Are you sure you don't want to eat it?"

"I don't want to eat, I don't have an appetite."

"If you don't eat two meals, you're hungry!"

"Yes, it's me who is hungry, what the hell are you doing."

Of course, the nurse was worried, but in order to maintain his personality, he still had to pretend to be indifferent, scolded a few words, and left.

It's just that as soon as he left the ward area, he immediately grabbed his collar and put it to his mouth, and inside the collar was a very small communicator.

I saw him repeating very anxiously to the communicator:

"Report, the test subject has not eaten for 8 hours."

"This time it's dinner, and if the target falls asleep, he'll not eat for more than 17 hours until the next meal."

"Report complete."

After saying this, he turned his head worriedly, and then reflexively swallowed his spit, as if something terrible was about to happen.

At the same time, outside the building of the psychiatric hospital.

Sherlock had been in Lilith's office before, and there was no light or sound outside the window.

In fact, outside the mental hospital, at this time, the lights were bright, countless people surrounded the building, all kinds of Sherlock saw it, there was no thing that could not be understood in a day or two distributed around the entire hospital, on the huge display screen, all kinds of pictures were constantly switching, the staff was holding a tablet, countless data passed quickly, and the overall atmosphere seemed tense to the extreme.

What is even more surprising is that this entire mental hospital seems to be in a certain building, because as long as you look up, you can see the top of your head thirty or forty meters high, and there is a layer of ceiling lace, and huge lights pour down, illuminating all the dense facilities and busy people below.

Lilith is standing in front of a huge screen with rows of surveillance screens in the center, Sherlock from all angles, sleeping soundly in bed and the lights in the ward turned off, but these cameras hidden in the walls obviously have night vision.

"Report complete."

On the communicator, the nurse finished his report and hung up the microphone.

Lilith smoked a cigarette, staring through the smoke in front of her and staring at Sherlock's sleeping face on the screen.

Every second when Sherlock sat on the bed and thought about it before was actually in full view of this woman.

During that time, although Sherlock did not say a word, from the details of his expression alone, Lilith had a 70% probability of thinking . This guy has found out that he has been deceived.

"How long will the medicine last?" She asked with great seriousness.

A staff member on the side quickly swiped his fingers on the tablet, and then took a deep breath, as if this was the only way to calm the panic in his heart:

"It's faster than expected, and if he still doesn't eat the next meal, it should be less than 24 hours."

(End of chapter)