Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 273: Interlude death (7)

These people who are familiar with me even dare to tell me jokingly: "What's wrong with your head?"

I replied: "I have delusion of persecution. [of f]"

So they laughed.

So they don't think I can do anything harmful.

People who knew me started to introduce me this "funny kid" to people who didn't know me, and then whispered about their work.

I silently spread jam on the bread, stuffed my mouth bulging, and stared at the TV in front of me. I think this posture can better express your own harmlessness and make it easier for people around you to talk about their own affairs.

The content on TV is either a sports program or a news program, and I have never got what I want in these news. Although from the mouths of these news broadcasters, there is always no shortage of international disputes and even wars, but they are all ordinary people's things. I didn't see an event that would make me feel "abnormal", and there was no sign of the end of Ranwen.com, and I couldn't analyze the mysterious stupidity from the details.

The things on TV, whether peace or war, are too "ordinary." These day-to-day situations are so ordinary that I feel that they are either filtered or all fictional.

They are corroding my will and want me to admit that I live in an ordinary and normal world. All the adventures and battles, those I have gained and lost, are just my own delusions.

If they keep me here forever, after many years, I may admit that I am mentally ill, but it is impossible now.

The conversations with others gave me a lot of information. For example, the law of opening the door, the number of people on duty, the distribution of hospital staff, the equipment of weapons, the way to deal with sudden incidents, and some places that make people think about it. Of course, they can’t be very clear, but they can analyze many things in their mutual jokes, in the chores of small talk, in the jokes driven by curiosity and boredom, and in the rules of activity invitations. .

To get this information, you need to be careful and sensitive.

Unfortunately, until I finished breakfast, the information I gained was trivial, and there was no event that I needed to be a major breakthrough.

However, I have enough patience. If this is the reality, then it is impossible that no strange things will happen this year.

I scooped the milk cereal mechanically, but my hand holding the spoon shook involuntarily. Because it suddenly occurred to me that if there is really nothing, someone will end this end of the world at a time and place that I don’t know. The earth will rotate day after day as usual, so the days of restoring peace are not correct. Was it the target I fought for in the past?

Without the end of Ranwen.com, and without death outside the specifications of Ranwen.com, most people in the entire world can be saved, and the soldiers who died before will have value. The living and the dead become heroes, even if they are unknown. So, is the price of being a hero and being imprisoned in this closed hospital like a mental illness an acceptable equivalent exchange?

I can't answer this question, a great fear grabbed my heart.

There seems to be a voice echoing in my ears:

——Gaochuan, are you looking forward to the end?

"I don't know, I don't know." I said to myself, "I want to be a hero, I want to run freely, I don't want to be trapped in this ghost place, I want to be strong, I really want to see you , Mae, Sakuya, Marceau...Who will tell me, should I really be a mental illness and live in this world where I will never see you again?"

"Hey, boy, what's the matter with you?" An outside voice pulled me back, and the other side pushed my shoulder.

I felt like I was splashed with cold water, and I suddenly woke up. Then I realized that the milk cereal in the bowl was already empty. The people beside me looked at me with weird eyes, and the atmosphere calmed down at some point, which made my heart flustered.

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay, think of something." I forced a smile.

The man on the opposite side picked up the dinner plate and stood up. It was like a signal that the breakfast time was over and everyone got up. The man who had pushed me earlier patted me on the shoulder: "Hey, I think you'd better go see a doctor." His expression was very serious, and he didn't mean to be joking at all.

"I'm fine..." My tone was weak under his gaze, so I changed my words: "Okay, I will go, I will go now."

"You are much more interesting than other patients." The man wanted to say something, but in the end he just shrugged and said: "Good luck, you will be well."

I watched him leave, and I sat for a while. The long tables quickly became empty, and then some people came, but they still couldn't fill all the seats. I don't know what I should think. I don't think about Ranwen. I just let my brain go blank until the turbulent and contradictory emotions in my heart gradually calm down, and then I take my dinner plate and leave.

Used dinner plates must be thrown into special cleaning vehicles in different categories. Since a cleaning vehicle had just been pushed away, the people who were there had to be diverted to other cleaning vehicles, so the rest There was a long line in front of the clean car. I threw down the plates and cutlery and was about to leave, when I suddenly felt someone's eyes fall on me. I turned my head keenly and looked in that direction, and saw a man wearing a peaked cap and a yellow leather jacket, and he immediately turned his head.

I think it was this man who spied on me before, but I didn't know him. I paid attention to him, and pretended to walk towards the cafeteria door unconsciously, but noticed from the corner of my eye that the man in the peaked cap cast his gaze again. Who is he? Why do you want to spy on me? Is it the patient or the staff? As I thought about it this way, my gloomy mood gradually improved and things started to become interesting.

If this peaked cap is carrying some secret missions and spying on me, then I can also get more from him.

But it’s not the time yet, and I don’t plan to have any extravagance before finishing today’s disguise. These days, I have to go to Dr. Ruan for a physical examination every three days, and she will inject me some medicines. Her reason is that although the serious injury healed well a while ago, there are many subtle hidden dangers. These drugs can make me feel more relaxed after x. At the same time, due to the heavy blow to the brain, there may be some sequelae besides amnesia. After cooperating with Dr. Ander's psychological consultation, he was advised that some special drugs must be used depending on the situation during the observation period.

I don’t know much about medicine. Dr. Ruan clearly told me that some of the medicines I use are only used in clinical trials, and there is no ranwen novel network on the market. My special status in this hospital requires me to cooperate with the doctors' treatment methods, including the use of newly prescribed clinical drugs. In other words, many clinical drugs are specially developed for my situation, and they have spent a lot of manpower and material resources. Once they are effective in my body, they can be considered for commercial promotion as new specific drugs.

Her outspokenness let me know that I can’t refuse. I don’t have a place to complain. The contract was signed when I didn’t know it. On the other hand, I don’t intend to expose it because of this. Own cards. Therefore, I can only cooperate with her work.

Most of the drugs used in my body are injections, but Dr. Ruan also prescribes some oral liquids and pills for me to take in her face, and take the rest regularly when I go back. After I went back, I certainly didn't take those drugs. Who knows what they did in it, but I didn't throw them away. I just hid them, and at the same time tried to find out the true ingredients and effects of these drugs.

After entering Dr. Ruan’s office, Dr. Ruan no longer paid attention to my electric wheelchair, but when she first saw it, she was surprised that I could remodel this wheelchair. At first I was a little worried, but then she didn't pay much attention to this matter. As usual, Dr. Ruan asked me about my medication over the three days as usual today. My answer also has no new ideas of Ranwenshu.com-there is no obvious discomfort of Ranwenshu.com, which is almost the same as before. This is the truth. Even though I have injected and taken so many drugs, I didn't feel any changes in my body, like drinking a large glass of boiled water.

"No change is the best thing." Dr. Ruan said, pushing the syringe to expel the air inside. The consulting room is full of bright light, dazzling needle tips, splashing water lines, and the smell of disinfectant in the nose, which always makes goose bumps rise involuntarily.

"Using drugs does not improve your physical and mental state. It is just to reset your state." She glanced at me with a bluffing smile, "Your body is inherently weak, and It’s not just exercise that can make up for it. Being in a sub-health state for a long time, coupled with mental deterioration, now you are like a time bomb, and it also makes us worry about your future situation. Health is everyone’s most precious wealth. One, we really want to restore you to a normal life, and hope you can cooperate."

"You have said it many times, and I will cooperate." I pretended to be impatient.

When I answered, Dr. Ruan had already put the needle into my vein. I felt the martial arts, the holy king, made the sacred king, the night, the god, the seal, the throne, the god, the world, the strongest, abandoned the young, the great, the king, the royal general Night Killing God, God Seal, Throne Seeking Demon, Pride of the World, Nine Heavens, Strongest, Abandoned Shao Da Zhou, Imperial Family, Martial Universe General Mo Ao Shi Ninth Layer is the strongest to abandon the pain of Shao Da Zhou's royal family when the liquid medicine enters the blood vessels, and you can see the appearance of the blue blood vessels bulging along the arm. As before, my brain once again had a drunken dizziness, and there seemed to be the sound of blood flowing and heart beating in my ears. I mentioned it to her once, but she claimed that it was a normal reaction. I really doubt what medicine she gave me because the medicine is blue, which always reminds me of the medicine "paradise", and the feeling is very similar to the feeling after taking "paradise". It's just relatively minor.

Fortunately, this feeling comes quickly and goes quickly. Once the injection is over, it will disappear, and it will not be repeated until the next injection. After Dr. Ruan pulled out the needle, I closed my eyes and rested for a while. When I opened my eyes again, Dr. Ruan had already placed the external medicine in front of me.

This time, they are all solid pills. There are three vials in total, two of which are experimental new drugs, and one has a familiar name.

"Trifluoperazine" is not a tranquilizer, but a stimulating and activating drug. In the past battles, I have learned from people who have taken it that this drug has a good effect on symptoms such as apathy and withdrawal, in addition to its obvious anti- hallucinations and delusions. It is suitable for paranoid schizophrenia and chronic schizophrenia.

"Trifluoperazine is not a new drug, but it has some promoting effect on the efficacy of the new drug and the reversal of mental state." Dr. Ruan wrote in the profile and looked up at me.

"If you see something impossible, or feel irritable, you always hear some unbearable sounds, including prolonged and frequent absences, and sleepwalking..." She tapped the table with her pen. , "In short, if you think something is wrong with you, take three trifluoperazines. Don't take too much, these drugs have side effects."

I nodded my head and said that I would definitely follow her instructions. I think this bottle of "Trifluoperazine" and the recent tranquilizer "Perphenazine" are the most valuable of all the medicines I have.

I put three bottles of medicine in my pocket and left. There are other patients outside, and Dr. Ruan is not my doctor alone.

I wandered outside for a while, and even went to the farmland under the mountain bag, and asked the people there to get some plant stems. I heard that the smell released by them would make people drowsy, so I asked them to help collect them. Because these plants grow in rugged places, for me who rely on a wheelchair to move around, it is really difficult to cut down by myself. I had to ask different people in private to accumulate the amount I was satisfied with. In addition, these people did not have any friendship with Ranwen Novel Network before, and it also ensured that my actions would not be suspected.

When I returned to the dormitory building, there was a loud noise from the building, which is rarer than usual. Judging from the accent, one party is a fat demented man who always plays with mops, and one party is a stranger. Although some patients never speak, their voice is also unfamiliar to me, but the mental state of these patients is always in a straight line and will not fluctuate due to changes in the outside world. So they are more likely to speak than outsiders

I am a little curious about who came to this gathering place for mental patients and had a dispute with the aborigines.

When I was about to enter the corridor, something fell heavily on the floor. I turned my wheelchair and saw a middle-aged man lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, his cap dropped to the side. It was the guy who spied on me before. I immediately thought that the reason why he appeared here was for me, but why would he have a conflict with the fat demented man playing mop? The mental patient here is not the aggressive and dangerous patient, the degree of madness is very low, and it will not appear manic. Most of them are addicted to their own world, or have some dementia, many of them have lost the ability to communicate, and they are more like depressed elderly people.

The most active is the fat demented man. He is always very energetic, but he is not incapable of communicating. He gives the impression of a good person. I have never seen him look so angry now. The fat demented man screamed and waved the mop. He hit the man in the peaked cap, but he was so scared that he held his head and couldn't get up for a long time.

The people around are just the same as usual. They simply ignore these two people and treat them as air.

"What happened?" I shouted, I wanted to call Fatty's name, but I still don't know what his name is.

The fat man heard my shout, held the mop high above his head and stopped, then turned his head and looked over with his cheeks bulging. The man in the peaked cap took the opportunity to crawl towards me, glanced at me with an embarrassed expression, and hid behind me with a smirk.

"Hey, buddy, this place is really dangerous." He said familiarly.

I didn't care about him.

"That, that, that bad, badass." The fat man stammered, with an angry look on his face: "He, he, is a little, a thief, a robber, he, he is going to pry and pry the door." The fat man used a mop. He pointed to the door of my room, then pointed to the room of the three girls, and said, "Also, grab something... grab something?" He glanced at the door.

I couldn't help but feel angry and a little nervous. I tensed my face and glanced at the capped man behind me, and he waved his hand in a panic: "Misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding, I can explain..."

I didn't listen to his explanation. I manipulated the wheelchair to come to my door and checked it carefully. There was nothing strange about Ranwen. The door was still locked tightly. Even if the door lock of this door is opened, it is impossible to enter, because I have considered that this will happen, so I modified the door lock and installed three insurances. The original door lock is actually a trap. If someone tries to open it through various means, it will trigger the linkage mechanism, lock the three insurances, and activate the mechanism against the wall in the room at the same time, that is the real way to open the door. Although in this way, it takes a lot of tricks to enter the room, but the safety is greatly increased.

"I~IndoMTL.com~I play, he...can't drive, hehehehe." The fat man waved the mop triumphantly.

"Thank you." I sincerely thanked the fat man, "You go play, I will deal with this stupid thief."

"Oh, oh..." The fat man smiled stupidly, and after a while, he pushed the mop and ran towards the other end of the corridor with a whine. Seeing him rushing over, the man in the peaked cap quickly drew aside.

Although I am annoyed and wary of the behavior of the man with the peaked cap, judging from the way he treated the fat man just now, at least the current No Ranwen Novel Network has shown too much malice. I want to know what he wants to do. I have a foreboding that a peaceful and depressed life will change because of his next life.

Although it is not clear whether this change is good or bad, it should be a breakthrough.

The man in the peaked cap came over with a hesitant expression, as if he was thinking how to speak, but I didn't care about him, so I entered the room of the three girls first. Seeing that they were unharmed, and still playing that kind of weird card game at their own discretion, they felt calm again. . ..

Restricted Doomsday Syndrome 273 Interlude Death Seven Text