Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 268: Interlude death (2)

The hospital that accommodated me has a very wide area, roughly divided into two parts in topography: one half is on flat ground, and the other half is slowly rising, forming a short, fat mountain bag. There is a tower-shaped building at the highest point, and the top of the tower is nearly a hundred meters from the bottom. The medical area where I work is just a small piece of functional facilities in the hospital. In addition, there are staff dormitories and patient dormitories, a library with a small cinema function, and a complete exercise and rehabilitation equipment with small built-in facilities. In the gymnasium of the stadium, the courtyard has even reclaimed a large area of ​​farmland at the intersection of mountain packs and flat land, dug several wells, and people can be seen working in it every day.

I have specifically inquired that those laborers include hospital employees and external employees, but about half of them are patients in this hospital. These patients have no physical problems. They are all mentally and mentally ill. Asking them to organize farmland and flowerbeds is not only a way of human use, but also a form of treatment.

I can accept this statement, because there are related explanations in special books, this approach is quite economical, but it is effective. However, I mention this incident here not to prove how harmless and kind-hearted this place is. On the contrary, it is precisely because I have been in contact with these patients that something interesting has emerged.

In the process of contacting these patients with mental and mental illnesses, I found that their condition is not serious, at least their condition is much milder than Mae’s condition, and most of them are dementia or mild personality. Obstacles, no ranwen novel network showed frightening madness, nor did it have the aggressiveness of others, and was able to communicate well with others for half of the day. In my opinion, even if they live in society, they will not cause too much trouble to others.

In addition to these mental patients, there are other ordinary patients with various physical problems, from mild fevers to terminal illnesses such as cancer. They usually travel between the medical area, the courtyard and the dormitory, and occasionally choose to work in the farmland, the library, and the gym. The basic managers of the various facilities in this hospital are mostly held by them-not full-time, and It is a part-time way of playing time and entertainment. Whenever they ask them, they will answer in unison, that they are patients, not employees of the hospital, and doing these jobs is voluntary and will not get any salary.

As a result, in this small, self-sufficient society, the number, status, and population movement of patients naturally make me feel very unnatural.

Regardless of whether it is a sick patient or a mentally unwell patient, they have the same thing in this hospital, that is, no one can get out from here. They can't protest against this kind of life, because everyone has already signed the relevant contract before being admitted to the hospital.

On the third day of waking up, I saw the contract that belonged to me. Even I can’t tell the authenticity of the signature on the handwriting, and I put a handprint on it. It’s just that I don’t have any memory of Ranwen.com signing the contract in my mind, and it says 1988 on the effective date of the contract. Years, that is to say, I have lived here for ten years.

As for the fact that I was an orphan of only six or seven years old when I first came to the hospital, it can be proved by more than a dozen people. From their tone and demeanor, I can't find the slightest flaw, as if I really lost my memory. When they learned of my amnesia, no Ranwen Novel.com was too surprised.

"You always have amnesia, Gao Chuan, who are you this time? Scud athletes or lurking spies?" They said, "Although that game is very interesting, but you are always like this, you will never be able to go out. ."

Yes, before this serious injury, I was in their mouths as a psychiatric patient with paranoid personality disorder and persecution delusion as a disabled leg. He was an "old man" in the hospital.

These people may be acting, maybe hypnotized, but I have to say that if I really amnesia, then they will definitely be brought into the identity of "mental illness" by their words and deeds. However, I can feel the martial universe, the holy king made the sacred king, the night kills the god, the **** seal, the throne seeks the devil, the proud world, the strongest abandonment of the young world, the great Zhou imperial clan Martial Universe will kill the night god, the **** seal, the throne, seek the devil, proud world, the strongest, the nineth heaven, the strongest, abandon the Shao Da Zhou imperial clan A truly unforgettable memory, I keep my mission in mind, no matter who sets this trap for what purpose, it can't make me shake me at all.

I mentioned being discharged from the hospital earlier. The admission contract is very strict, but theoretically it is possible to be approved to go out. The staff is still unclear. As for the patient, as long as the patient has this willingness, the patient’s relatives submit a formal application, and the attending doctor will issue a certificate that meets these three standards, and after some detailed consultation, the patient can leave. here. However, in fact, including the staff, I have not seen or heard of anyone who has been discharged from the hospital in the two weeks I have been in this hospital, and I have rarely heard of anyone leaving here.

I have been paying attention to the front entrance of the hospital. In two weeks, the door that was large enough for a heavy truck to pass was opened only once, and it was not even clear who was here.

More often, this hospital, where I don’t know where it is located, is completely closed. There is no monitoring tower for Ranwen.com, but the ten-meter-high dark concrete wall and the power grid on the fence spread out. The claustrophobic, harsh and cruel atmosphere.

Of course, such an environment inevitably makes people feel like they are being imprisoned. I have tested the voice of some patients and employees, but they don't seem to care. They are used to it or numb. Indeed, excluding actual imprisonment measures, life here is peaceful and peaceful, there is no dispute and troubles, time flows so lazily, not hurriedly, once it gets used to it, it will make people hope that it will last forever. Go ahead and think.

I have done a lot of trials and speculations, but so far there is still no enough evidence to prove that this hospital belongs to the Internet ball, the doomsday truth, and the black nest. Despite this, the huge area, the complicated facilities, the loose and tight rules, the inexplicable medical records, and the mysterious people, everything seems peaceful, but full of doubts and weirdness. In the words, it is "as if It’s hard to believe that this is a very normal private welfare organization that has no involvement with any underground forces or government organizations.

The doctors here do their best, and there is no unpleasantness in getting along with the patients, but this does not eliminate the vigilance in my heart. Although there is no evidence from Ranwen.com, I even think that not only the kind doctors, but even the patients in the same situation, there are unscrupulous monitors disguising them.

If I were still a magicweave messenger, it would not be difficult to escape from the outside, but now I am just an ordinary person with disabled legs.

In spite of this, I am still Gao Chuan, and I still remember the mission I shouldered. Whenever the night is quiet, I can feel the martial universe. The young king of Zhou will kill the gods at night, the **** seal throne, the strongest in the world, the nineth heaven, the strongest abandonment God and God Seal Throne Seeking Demon Ao Shi Nine Heavens is the strongest to abandon the heterogeneity of the Shao Da Zhou imperial clan into the body.

I can hear a faint voice whispering in my ear, my right eye beating like a heart.

It's Jiang, it's in every cell of the body, in the rushing blood, in the spiral DNA, in the sleeping mitochondria.

It allows me to resist despair, be patient, and firmly believe that before the end of 1999, I will be given the opportunity to escape from here, and even find out the secrets hidden in this hospital.

My recovery rate was surprisingly fast. I started rehabilitation after a week of waking up. Two weeks later, the attending doctor Ruan Li judged that I was able to take care of myself and allowed my discharge application.

Ruan Li is not only my attending doctor, but also responsible for my guardianship. She personally took me to the dormitory area.

The dormitory areas for employees, ordinary patients and mental patients are separated, forming an obtuse triangle in location. The center of the triangle is a small garden with a small fountain. If you walk back and forth along the formal road, any two The dormitory area will not be less than three minutes.

You can see the red-brick dormitory building from far away. The mottled walls of the building look a bit old, with vines spreading on one side, but it still feels very strong. From the outside, there are three floors with more than ten rooms on each floor. When Dr. Ruan pushed open the front door, the babble of the door shaft and the slightly dim light inside the door made me feel confused. The dust flying in the light leakage, the faint moisture, the mixed smell of sunlight and disinfectant water, the conversion of light and temperature when stepping in, the visual sensation is like a tide, as if you have really lived here. Too average.

There was a noise behind him, the door closed on its own, and the light dimmed a bit, as if I was just before the end of dusk. On the contrary, the skylight leaking in from the side windows and the small windows above the side is more clear. In the scattered beams of light, countless particles are flying, which makes people feel a little messy, but in fact, the wood-textured floor, window sill and wall are very clean. If it is not very remote, you can't make your fingers dirty.

The sound of footsteps came from the end of the corridor in front. An obese man dressed as a cleaner pushed a mop and ran out. He was nearly forty years old from the outside, but there was a childish smile on his face. There was a beeping onomatopoeia, as if we hadn't seen us by Ranwen.com, and immediately rushed past, turned around and ran up the stairs.

"He is a patient?" I asked Dr. Ruan.

"Yes, it's much better than you." Dr. Ruan said without concealment.

But I think this should be said the other way around.

"Doctors shouldn't say this to patients." I said.

"Generally speaking, it is true, but even if I say it, you don’t care. Your condition is already very serious, although you will feel like a normal person. Although you will soon be thrown behind your ears, But I still want to remind you that you are a patient with a special situation. No matter how you feel or how much knowledge you know, don’t forget this and don’t be deceived by your own cleverness." Dr. Ruan said in front of me. She took out the lady’s cigarette from the pocket of the white lab coat and lit it, "I like it here, because smoking will not be caught."

I pursed my mouth without saying a word. When she said this, she couldn't see whether she had ulterior motives or really thought I was a mental patient. If she said to me when she first woke up, I would definitely not take it to heart. However, after staying here for a period of time, I have become accustomed to this statement. Every day I wake up and before going to bed, I remind myself that this is a trap for the enemy. Nevertheless, I find that these words will always jump out of my heart at certain times, especially in the dead of night.

I am very scared whether one day they will think that I am mentally ill as they wish, and those people and things remembered in their memories, those unforgettable love and hatred, are just an illusion that only appears in their minds .

Similarly, I also know that this kind of thought has repeatedly appeared, which proves that its weight in my heart is increasing, which means that I care more and more. I am scared, afraid that one day, I will become less like myself.

If I care about everything I believe is denied by myself, then what is left of me?

This must be more chilling fear than death. Although I am afraid of fear, the interference here always hits me when I know it or not.

I told myself, Gao Chuan, you have to be strong, maybe someone can kill you, but no one can kill you, because it doesn't matter to you, but from your heart.

If you are dazzled, just bow your head and don't look.

If you are noisy, keep silent.

If there is vacillation, we must move forward firmly.

"It doesn't matter, Gao Chuan, you are walking on your own way." I said to myself in my heart.

Doctor Ruan glanced at me, spit out his cigarette, got up and walked towards the second floor.

From the disabled access to the second floor, I saw the obese mentally ill man pushing the mop, running into the house where the door was opened with a whining sound, ran out again, turned and ran towards us , Went around us several times.

"Ruan, Ruan——" He smiled silly, slurred his speech, and stammered to the doctor: "I, I, drive a train. Train, woo woo woo"

Doctor Ruan touched his head. His cracked smile widened. He turned his head and said to me: "Gao, Brother Gao, you, you, tonight, tonight, gd-nght, hee, hee Hehe..."

Hehehehe——

The laughter became muddy as if submerged in water.

I don't know if I was dazzled, or if I had a bad impression of him preconceived, it seemed that for a moment, his cracked mouth almost reached the base of his ears, and his smirk became spine-chilling weird. When I recovered, he turned his head away, pushed the mop and ran away, leaving a long watermark on the corridor, as disgusting as a mollusk crawling by.

The corridors on the second floor are not as deserted as the ones below. Many rooms have doors open, and the sound of TV, radio noise, loud reading, playfulness and laughter are confused, and it is not clear whether it is lively or noisy. Some patients walked back and forth in the corridor, as if thinking deeply, but I knew at a glance that the other person had no purpose at all, just walking like this. There are also patients who are basking in the sun by the window. An old woman sits at the open door with her hands empty, but she looks like wool.

Many people are doing their own things, as if they didn't see us at all, but in the end we got around from the side.

Three girls younger than me gathered in the room to play with building blocks. When I passed by and looked in, they met their gazes, and I was surprised to find that they looked familiar.

Eight sceneries? Sakuya? Marceau? These three names emerged in my heart, and I quickly shook my head. When I looked at them again, I felt that they were not similar.

What are you doing? Gao Chuan, I squeezed the bridge of my nose, but fortunately, Dr. Ruan walked ahead, and no one saw my gaffe. I have to care about the three girls, but I think this is also a trap.

Yes, I use this reason to convince myself that because it is a trap, I care about it.

Not only these people, maybe even there are some hallucinating elements hidden in the air here.

Everything I saw, heard, and felt made me unable to like this environment, but my room is here, room "214" at the end of the corridor.

Doctor Ruan stood aside and motioned for me to open the door personally. She made it clear that she obviously had a certain purpose, but I didn't resist, pushing the wheelchair to the door, tentatively holding the door handle.

There is no strange feeling of Ranwen Novel.com.

Twist the handle and push it inward, as the opening of the door squeezed into my eyes, it seemed to embrace me with an open embrace.

On the opposite wall, there is an oil painting.

The oil painting takes a forest as the background. There is a crow and a girl lying on the ground. The girl was quiet and lifeless, her face was facing me, but her facial features were looming, because she couldn't see clearly, she felt familiar but strange. The crow was standing on the girl's neck, with an eyeball in his mouth. Although the head was sideways, the eye was extremely lifelike, staring straight at me.

For an instant, my stomach seemed to be churning up, and a puff of acid poured from my throat~IndoMTL.com~ I subconsciously covered my mouth, and when I recovered, I was soaked in sweat. Body cold.

What is this? what is the problem? No, it's not right, this is the enemy's trap, so the woman specifically asked me to open the door.

"It's still the same. I really don't understand. Why do you have to hang it in this position? It's uncomfortable, right? I also feel uncomfortable, so I hate opening this door. Do you remember? This is your own painting. We warned you that this painting does not benefit your illness at all, but you just don’t listen. Even if you take it away, you will repaint it and hang it here again. Place." The woman's flat voice came from behind, "So, after this stimulation, can you think of something? Ah, there is another purpose for you to open the door. I know you don't think you are a patient, but you are watching After I get to this painting, I should admit some more, right?"

I couldn't stand her stimulation, I pushed the wheelchair into the room hard, and slammed the door shut.

I breathed loudly and retched vigorously, as if I was about to vomit some of the mutated bad qualities in my body.

Quark? Is it really a quark? Why does this scene appear here? I remember very clearly that this is a scene that should only exist in my mind, and I have never drawn it. . ..