Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

No, no, this picture is different from what I remember. I pushed the wheelchair to the wall, took the picture off, endured the discomfort of the body, touched its texture with my hand, and looked at the details in the picture-the crow, the girl, and the woodland behind them The clumsy and innocent technique, with the smell of oil painting, seems to be standing there and back in the painting, witnessing how the crow pulls out the girl ’s eyeballs, full of rotting and wicked spirit.

When I met Quark for the first time, it did catch the eye, but there was no girl's body on the ground at that time.

Who is this girl? There was intense emotion in my heart, and for a while, I subconsciously wiped the girl's face with my hands, just like trying to remove the wire that covered her face.

However, I soon realized what kind of inappropriate behavior this was.

This is just a picture.

Who is the author of this picture? The doctor Ruan said it was me, but I don't believe it, there must be someone else.

I tried to dissect myself, and felt that the reason I felt sick was not only the distorted and aura of the painting itself, but also because it stained some sincere emotions in my heart.

Ah, quark ...

It is exactly the same as the real one in the painting.

Looking at the picture quietly, the disgusting feeling gradually subsided, and when my mood returned to calm again, the picture no longer looked bad and weird. I did n’t think much, I followed my feelings and hung it back on the wall.

At least it prevents people from going in and out of this room.

this is my room.

I pushed the wheelchair inside and out and checked it again to make sure that there were no monitors and monitors on Ranwen.com. The furnishings in the room are very simple. There are no beds, tables, wardrobes, and cabinets full of books. There are no literary fiction net chairs. There is a space specially opened up as a studio. Presumably the painting on the wall is done here, the paint bottles are piled up all over, and the brushes are scattered everywhere. No one seemed to have come in to sort it out, and the room was scattered everywhere before the tenant left.

It would be ridiculous to say that this is your own room. Although my parents are not at home all the year round, I always keep the room as tidy as possible because of the habit that I have already formed, and I don't have the hobby of painting in the novel.

The clothes in the closet also appeared to be messy, as if stuffed in. The styles of the four seasons are very complete, but the styles are not many. They are basically plain blue patient clothes. There are a few normal clothes, but the smell and touch are brand new as if they have never been worn.

In addition to the bookcase, books are also placed on the bed and table. There are a lot of books in this room, with a variety of types. What is surprising is that there are no books related to paintings on Fenwen.com, but rather most psychology and psychopathology, as well as a large number of suspense and fantasy classes represented by Allan Po In addition, there are other miscellaneous books on life, how much can judge the original owner's preferences, personality and knowledge components.

Some are gloomy, intellectual and paranoid, eager to stimulate, have a rational but negative psychological cycle, probably this type of person.

They say this is my room, so in their eyes, am I like this?

Anyway, this is the room I will stay in for a while.

I spent a lot of time to tidy up the room, sort the books back into the bookcase, and then take care of the closet. Although the floor was clean, I cleaned every corner carefully. I realized the difficulty of the disabled, perhaps because I was not used to it. It takes more energy and time to do these things in a wheelchair than usual.

After everything was placed where I felt it should be, the well-organized room finally made me somewhat satisfied.

This is a room with good air permeability and sound insulation. If you do not want to sit by the bed, you will soon be surrounded by a lonely tranquility. I can smell the distinctive smell in the air, it seems familiar, actually strange, always reminding me that this is not where I should stay for a long time.

If I do nothing, the life here must be calm and peaceful before the power of the end hits here, but I am afraid that I will melt in this illusory tranquility. Although I already have consciousness, while holding my cognition that is not a mental patient, I will definitely be impacted by the opposite attitude of the outside world. This impact is sometimes moist and silent, and sometimes violent and intense In the past two weeks, I have already experienced this.

Can you be unwavering in this torrent of shock? I am not sure. Perhaps he will be crazy and become a true mental patient, and such results have become inevitable in the examples I have read and seen.

Yes, while still being rational, I must leave here early, otherwise I will lose myself.

No ranwen fiction netizen spoke to me, no, to be precise, no ranwen fiction net recognized me and the people I recognized. I am lonely here, a black sheep mixed into the flock of white sheep. In this hug of loneliness, I think, remember, look forward to, daydream until I fall asleep.

Without Ranwen Novel Net dreaming, it was already the next day when I woke up. There is no alarm clock for Ranwen.com, no wake-up service for Ranwen.com, and there is not even something that Ranwenshu.com imposes on you, such as going to school, working, or fighting. Opening your eyes is a world of ease and peace.

It was a dream life a few months ago, but now it scares me.

It seems that there is also a malicious peeping in this transparent and clear air, and will wonder if anyone will open the door while he is sleeping.

However, I didn't have any clue at the end.

After I finished washing, I changed into the long-served private clothes of the original owner in the closet, which made me hold a "different" sense of difference.

When I went out, I saw the scenes I witnessed when I first came here yesterday, almost making people feel the illusion of video playback. The room listed in the corridor is still open with the same door, maybe even the angle of opening is the same, but this is just my idea. In addition, the people who came to the corridor and what they were doing were exactly the same.

The silly fat man ran back and forth with a mop. The old woman assumed to be playing with wool. More than a so-called man quietly looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle. of. The air was filled with the sound of TV, the noise of the radio, the loud reading, the confusion of playfulness and laughter, which was monotonous and annoying.

The only one who talked to me was the stupid fat man. He made a grunting voice and stuttered to let me go to the medical area, saying that he was speaking for Dr. Ruan. This makes me feel that he seems to be the most normal person among mental patients here.

"Me, we still play, play games, okay?" He said to me before I was about to leave.

"Game?" I don't understand what he meant.

"You, you play a lot, but you don't bring me, I play." The silly fat man said with a wronged expression.

I was still staring at him in confusion, he and I stared at each other for a long while, and turned away silently and ran away. I try to analyze the meaning of these words. Perhaps in the lost "past", "I" is not like the present. I used to play some kind of games with a group of "partners" and usually excluded this stupid man Right.

However, those "partners" have not visited me so far.

However, if they do appear in front of me, I will treat them as lurkers and watchers.

All in all, I did n’t feel sorry and lost for Ranwen.com. I have already made preparations to keep a distance with vigilance even if someone extends a friendly hand. I don't want to cause trouble, and I don't want to be entangled with the people here, and no matter what deep relationship I show, once the time is right, I will fly away.

That's right, I watched the back of the stupid fat man, and my heart was so cold.

I pushed the wheelchair and walked past the room where the three girls I saw yesterday. A thought of nothingness suddenly appeared in my mind, driving me to look inside again.

They are also in the room and playing the same game. No, they just held the building blocks, held the retrospective pose and looked at me. Is it because they have a keen sense of surprise, or are they always in this position? I gave birth to such a stunned thought.

The feeling of seeing Miyake, Bajing, and Marceau as a child was gone, but was stared at by the three girls who were frozen like statues, with a calm and strange expression. , Made me feel that my eyes became weak and weak, and I was hit back by a sudden and smashed into the body with pain.

I don't know what kind of expression on my face, my body is stiff as if the joints are rusty, and I push the wheelchair creaky away from the door.

What are these three girls ~ www.readwn.com ~?

They reminded me again of the crow paintings hanging in the room.

I squeezed the bridge of my nose vigorously, thinking if I asked the doctor to smoke yesterday.

Although the medical area is only a branch here, the construction area is not large, but the general hospital has all the branches, and there are also psychiatric related departments. The hall is divided into several large rooms, which are usually used by doctors to give collective lectures and treatments to patients. For example, some common medical science knowledge, psychological inquiries, and some universal self-control practices.

Most activities, such as meditation and yoga, hold a certain amount of time every day, and some are said to have not been interrupted since the establishment of this hospital. In addition, a small number of activities will continue to change types .

Without special instructions from Ranwen Fiction Network, anyone can freely enter and exit these halls at any time in the classroom.

In the lobby, Dr. Ruan demonstrated to more than a dozen patients how to control their emotions by gazing at the colors. Many simple professional vocabulary words were written on the blackboard, and an image was drawn. . ...