Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

The hospital that took me in covered a very large area, roughly divided into two pieces on the topography: one half was on flat ground, and the other half was gradually raised to form a fat mountain bag. There is a tower-shaped building at the highest point, and the top of the tower is nearly one hundred meters from the lower part. The medical area where I am located is just a small piece of functional facilities in the hospital. In addition, there are staff dormitory and patient dormitory, a library with a small theater function, and a complete exercise and rehabilitation equipment, with a small built-in In the gymnasium of the stadium, the hospital even reclaimed a large area of ​​farmland in the intersection of Shanbao and the flatland, dug several wells, and saw people 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 psychological and mental problems, so that they organize farmland and flower gardens not only for human use, but also as a treatment method.

I can accept this statement because there have been relevant explanations in specialized books. This method is quite economical but effective. But I mentioned this matter here not to prove how harmless and kind-hearted it is, but because I have been in contact with these patients, there are some interesting places.

In the process of contacting these patients with mental and mental diseases, I now find that their condition is not serious, at least they are much milder than the situation of Zhenjiang, mostly dementia or mild personality disorder, no Ranwen Fiction Net showed terrifying madness and was not aggressive of others. Half of the day was able to communicate well with others. In my opinion, even if they live in society, they will not cause too much trouble to others.

In addition to these psychiatric patients, there are other common patients with various physical problems, ranging from mild fever 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, library, and gym. The grassroots managers of the various facilities in this hospital are mostly occupied by them-not full-time, but It is a part-time way of playing time and entertainment. Whenever they are asked, they will answer in unison. They are patients, not employees of the hospital. These jobs are voluntary and will not receive any salary.

As a result, in this small, self-sufficient society, the number, state and mobility of patients naturally made me feel very unnatural.

Whether it is a patient with a bad health or a patient with mental discomfort, they have the same thing in this hospital, that is, no literary novels netizens can go out from here. They can't protest this kind of life, because everyone has signed the relevant contract before admission.

On the third day of awakening, I saw the contract that belonged to me. The handwritten signature above even I can't tell the difference between true and false, and I have also used the handprint, but I don't have the memory of the contract signed by Ranwen Fiction Network in my mind, and at the effective date of the contract, it was written 1988 Years, that is to say, I have lived here for ten years.

Regarding the fact that when I first came to the hospital, I was an orphan who was only six or seven years old. I was able to get proof from dozens of people. I couldn't find any flaws in their tone and expression, as if I really lost my memory. When they learned that I had amnesia, they did not act too surprised.

"You always have amnesia, Gao Chuan, who are you this time? SCUD athletes or latent spies?" They said, "Although that game is very interesting, you always say that, you can never go out."

That's right, before this serious injury, I was a mentally handicapped person with paralyzed personality disorder and persecuted paranoia in their mouth. They were the "old man" in the hospital.

These people may be acting, or may have been hypnotized, but it must be said that if I really amnesia, they will definitely be brought into the status of "mental illness" by their words and deeds. However, I can feel the martial arts, the Holy King, the Holy King, the night killer, the God Seal, the throne, and the strongest abandonment of the young Da Zhou Dynasty. Martial Qiankun will kill the gods and seals the throne in the night to seek the devil Ao Ninth Heaven's strongest abandoned Shaozhou Zhou's royal family Really unforgettable memories, I keep in mind my mission, no matter who is set up this trap for whatever purpose, it will not make me a little shaken.

I mentioned discharge before. The admission contract is very strict, but in theory it is possible to be approved to go out. It is not clear to the staff. As for the patient, as long as the patient has this intention, the relatives of the patient submit a formal application, and the attending doctor will issue a certificate to meet these three standards. After some details of the consultation, the patient can leave. Here. However, in fact, including employees, I have not seen and heard of anyone who has actually been discharged from the hospital within two weeks in this hospital, and I have rarely heard of anyone leaving here.

I have been paying attention to the main entrance of the hospital. In two weeks, the door enough to let a heavy truck pass through was only opened once, and it was not even clear who was coming.

More often than not, the hospital where it is located is completely closed and there is no sentinel tower for monitoring, but the dark concrete wall up to ten meters and the power grid on the surrounding wall are claustrophobic and stern. And cruel breath.

Of course, such an environment will inevitably make people feel like they are being imprisoned and imprisoned. I have tried the tone of some patients and employees, but they don't seem to care, and they are already used to or numb. Indeed, without mentioning the actual imprisonment measures, the life here is peaceful and peaceful, without the disputes and worries of Ranwen Fiction Network. Keep thinking.

I have done a lot of temptation and speculation, but so far there is still insufficient evidence to prove that this hospital belongs to the network ball, the end of the truth and the black nest. In spite of this, the huge area, complicated facilities, seemingly sturdy rules, inexplicable medical records, and mysterious people, everything seems peaceful, but full of doubts and weirdness. "Hidden and emphasizing the shady" makes it hard to believe that this is a very normal, private welfare institution that has no involvement with any underground forces or government organizations.

The doctors here are dutiful and do not have any unpleasant relationship 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 also the patients in the same situation, are conspired by conspiracy monitors.

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

Despite this, I am still Gao Chuan, and I still remember the mission I shouldered. Whenever the night is quiet, I can feel the martial arts. The royal family will kill the God Seal of the Throne in the night and ask the devil to be proud of the Nine Heavens. The throne begs for the most powerful world to discard the heterogeneity in the body of the young Zhou Dynasty.

I could hear a faint voice whispering in my ear, and my right eye was agitated like a heart.

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

It made me hopeless and patient. I firmly believed that before the end of 1999, I would be able to escape from here and even find out the secrets hidden in this hospital.

My recovery was amazingly fast. I started rehabilitation after a week of awakening. Two weeks later, the attending doctor Ruan Li judged that I was able to take care of myself, and allowed me to apply for discharge.

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

The dormitory areas of employees, ordinary patients and mental patients are separated, forming an obtuse triangle in the position. At the center of the triangle is a small garden with a small fountain. No less than three minutes.

Red brick dormitory buildings can be seen from far away. The mottled wall of the building looks 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 main door, the babble of the door shaft turning and the slightly dark light inside the door made me feel a confused mood. The dust flying in the light leakage, the faint moisture, the smell of the sun and the disinfection water, the light and temperature conversion when stepping on, it feels like the tide is coming, as if I really lived here. Average.

There was a noise behind him, the door closed by itself, and the light was dimmed again, as if standing in the moment before the end of dusk. The skylight leaking from the side window and the small window above the side is clearer. In the scattered light beams, countless particles are flying, making people feel a little messy, but in fact, the wooden texture of the floor, window sill and walls are very clean, if not very remote corners, you can't let your fingers stain gray.

Footsteps came from the end of the corridor in front, a fat man dressed as a cleaner pushed out with a mop, he was almost forty years old from the outside, but there was a childish smile on his face, and a grunt in his mouth The sound of beeping sounded like we did not see Ranwen Fiction Net seeing us, and rushed past him all at once, turned and ran up the stairs.

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

"Yes, the situation is much better than you." Dr. Ruan said unabashedly.

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

"Doctors should not say such things to patients." I said.

"In general, this is true, but you won't care even if I said it. Your condition is already very serious, although you will feel like a normal person. Although you will soon be behind your ears, I still I want to remind you that you are a patient in a special situation, no matter how you feel, how much knowledge you have, do n’t forget this, and do n’t be deceived by your cleverness. ”Dr. Ruan was in my face, from The lady ’s cigarette was taken out of her pocket and lit, “I like it here, because smoking will not be caught.”

I closed 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 not go in my heart, but staying here for a time, I am now getting used to this kind of saying. Every day when I wake up and go to bed, I remind myself that this is a trap for the enemy. Nevertheless, I now say that these words always jump out of my heart suddenly at certain times, especially when the night is quiet.

I'm scared if one day they will think they are mentally ill, as they wish, and those people and things that are remembered in memory, those unforgettable love and hatred, are just an illusion that only appears in my mind.

In the same way, I also know that such thoughts have repeatedly appeared, proving that its weight in my heart is constantly strengthening, which means that I am more and more concerned. I'm scared, whether I will become like myself someday.

If what I care about and what I believe in is denied by myself, what am I left?

This must be more chilling than death than death. Although I am afraid of fear, the disturbance here always strikes me both intently and inadvertently.

I told myself, Gao Chuan, you have to be strong, maybe someone can kill you, but no netizen novels can knock you down, because it does not matter, but from the heart.

If you are dazzled, look down.

If the sound is noisy, hold on to silence.

If there is a shake, it is even more determined to move forward.

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

Dr. Ruan glanced at me, suffocated, and got up and walked towards the second floor.

I walked from the disabled passage to the second floor, and I saw an obese mentally ill man pushing a mop, and a whining voice ran into the house that opened the door, and ran out again, turning around and running towards us, around We made several laps.

"Nguyen, Nguyen--" He smirked, slurred, and stuttered to the doctor: "I, I, drive the train. The train, woo woo woo"

Dr. Ruan touched his head, his smile widened, and turned to me and said, "Gao, Gao brother, you, you, tonight, tonight, gd-nght, hee, hee hee hee ... … "

Hahahaha--

Laughter became muddy as if sinking in water.

I do n’t know if I was dazzled, or preconceived and gave him a bad impression. It seemed that for a moment, his cracked mouth almost reached the root of his ear, and the smirk became chilly and strange. When I recovered, he and do n’t look away, pushed the mop and ran away, leaving a long watermark in the corridor, as disgusting as a mollusk crawling across.

The corridor on the second floor is not as deserted as it is below. Many doors are open. The sound of the TV, the noise of the radio, reading aloud, playfulness and laughter are confused, and it is unclear whether it is busy or noisy. A patient walked back and forth in the hallway, as if thinking deeply, but I knew at a glance that the other party had no purpose at all, just walked like this. There are also patients who are basking in the sun by the window. An old woman is sitting at the open doorway, her hands are empty, but she looks like she is getting wool.

Many people are doing their own business, as if they didn't see us at all, and we ended up bypassing them.

Three girls who were younger than me gathered in the room to play with building blocks. When I walked in, they met with their eyes. I was surprised to see that they looked familiar.

Eight scenes? Sakuya? Marceau? These three names appeared in my heart, and I quickly shook my head, and 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 hard. Fortunately, Dr. Ruan walked in front of me. I have to care about the three girls, but I think this is also a trap.

Yes, I use this reason to persuade myself, because it is a trap, so I care.

Not only these people, but even the air here hides some hallucinogenic components.

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

Dr. Ruan stood aside and motioned me to open the door in person. She made it so clear that she clearly had a certain purpose, but I did not rebel against it. I pushed the wheelchair to the door and tried to hold the door handle.

There is no strange feeling in Ranwen.com.

Twist the handle and push it inwards, as the door gap expands and the scenery squeezed into my eyes seems to embrace me with open arms.

An oil painting hangs on the wall directly opposite.

The oil painting is set against a background of a forest with a crow and a girl lying on the ground. The girl was quiet and lifeless, and her face was facing me, but she was covered by her falling head, and her facial features were looming. Because she could not see clearly, she felt familiar and strange. The crow was standing on the girl's neck, with an eyeball in his mouth. Although he looked sideways, the eye was very vivid, staring straight at me.

In an instant, my stomach seemed to stir up, a stream of acid poured from the throat ~ www.readwn.com ~ I subconsciously covered my mouth, and when I came back, the sweaty wet shirt made the body cold.

what is this? what is the problem? No, no, 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, is it uncomfortable? I also feel uncomfortable, so I hate to open the door. Do you remember? This is you We painted it yourself, and we warned you that this picture does not have any benefit to your condition, but you just do n’t listen. Even if you take it away, you will redraw it and hang it again in this place. " The woman's dull voice came from behind, "So, after being stimulated, can you remember 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 seeing this After painting, how much should I admit? "

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

I breathed out loud and vomited hard, as if to vomit some of the mutated badass in my body.

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