Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

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

I replied like this: "I have a delusion of murder. [F]"

So they laughed.

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

People who knew me started to introduce me as a "fun kid" to people who didn't know me, and then talked about their work.

I silently spread the jam on the bread, stuffed my mouth bulging, and stared at the TV in front of me. I think this gesture is more harmless and more convenient for people around to talk about their own affairs.

The content on TV is either a sports program or a news program, and I have never gotten what I want in the news. Although from the mouth of these newscasters, there is always no shortage of international disputes and even wars, but that is all ordinary people's things. I didn't see any events that made me feel "abnormal", nor did I have any signs of the end of the literary novel network, nor could I analyze the mysterious stupidity from the details.

The things on TV, peace or war, are all too "ordinary". These days-to-day conditions are so ordinary that I feel that they have been screened or made up entirely.

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

If they detain me here forever, many years later, I might admit that I am mentally ill, but now it is impossible.

The conversation with others gave me a lot of information. For example, the law of opening doors, the number of people on duty, the distribution of hospital staff, the equipment of weapons, the handling of sudden incidents, and some places of contemplation. Of course, they can't speak very clearly, but in their mutual play, chatting chores, jokes driven by curiosity and boredom, and the law of event invitations, many things can be analyzed. .

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

Regrettably, until I finished my breakfast, I learned some trivial things, and all the events that I needed to become a major breakthrough were none of them.

However, I have enough patience, if this is a reality, then it is impossible for this year to do nothing strange.

I mechanically scooped up milk cereal, but the hand holding the spoon shivered involuntarily. Because I suddenly thought that if there was really nothing to write a novel online, someone ended the end of the world at a time and place that I did n’t know, and the earth turned day after day as usual. Is it the target I fought for in the past?

Without the end of Ranwen Fiction Net, without the death of Ranwen Fiction Net, most people in the whole world can be saved, and the soldiers who died before have value. The living and the dead become heroes, even if they are unknown. So, is it an acceptable exchange of equivalence for the price of being a hero to be held in this closed hospital like a mental illness?

I couldn't answer this question, a huge fear caught my heart.

There seems to be a non-existent voice echoing in my ears:

——Gao Chuan, 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, Zhenjiang , Sakuya, Marceau ... who will tell me, should I really be a mental illness, should I live in a world where I will never see you again? "

"Hey, kid, what the **** is going on?" The external voice dragged me back to the gods, and the other side pushed my shoulder.

I seemed to be splashed with cold water and suddenly woke up, only to realize that the milk cereal in the bowl was empty. The people around me looked at me with weird eyes, and the atmosphere did not know when to calm down, which made people panic.

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay, think of something." I gave a strong 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 pushed me earlier patted me on the shoulder: "Hey, I think you'd better go to see the doctor." His expression was very serious, and he didn't mean to joke at all.

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

Watching him leave, I sat for a while, and the long table soon vacated, and then some people came, but I couldn't fill all the seats. I do n’t know what I should think about. I did n’t think about it. I just let my brain go blank until the emotions that filled my heart and contradiction gradually subsided. Then I picked up my plate and left.

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

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 canteen door, but the glare in the corner of my eyes noticed that the man in the cap looked again. Who is he? Why should you peep at me? Is it a patient or a staff member? I was thinking this way, my depressed mood gradually improved, and things started to get interesting.

If this peaked cap shoulders some secret missions and monitors me, then I can also get more from him.

But it's not the right time, and I don't plan to shoot outside the festival before finishing today's disguise. Since these days, I have to go to Dr. Ruan every three days for a physical examination, and she will give me some medicine. Her reason is that although the serious wounds healed a while ago, but there are many subtle hidden dangers, these drugs can make me feel more relaxed afterwards. At the same time, due to the severe blow to the brain, there may be some sequelae in addition to amnesia. Cooperate with Dr. Ander ’s psychological consultation and get advice. During the observation period, some special drugs must be used according to the situation.

I do n’t know much about medicine. Dr. Ruan told me clearly that some of the medicines I use are only used in clinical trials, and there is no Ranwen Novel Net in the market. My special status in this hospital requires me to cooperate with the doctors' treatment, including the use of new clinical drugs. In other words, many clinical medicines were specially developed for my situation, which cost a lot of manpower and material resources. Once they are effective in my body, they can be considered as new special effects for commercial promotion.

Her outspokenness made me know that I could n’t refuse. I did n’t have any complaints from Ranwen.com. The contract was signed when I did n’t know. On the other hand, I did n’t plan to expose my cards because of this. . Therefore, I can only cooperate with her work.

Most of the medicines used in my body are injections, but Dr. Ruan has also prescribed some oral medicines and pills, let me take it under her face, and take the rest regularly after going back. After going back, of course, I did not take the drugs, and who knows what they did in it, but I did not throw them away, just hide them, and try to find out the true ingredients and effects of these drugs.

After entering Dr. Ruan's consultation room, Dr. Ruan stopped paying attention to my electric wheelchair, but when she first saw it, she was surprised that I could transform this wheelchair. At first I was a little stunned, but after that she didn't pay much attention to this matter. As usual, Dr. Ruan asked me about the medication for the past three days as usual. My answer also has no novelty. It has no obvious discomfort, which is similar to the past. This is the truth. Although so many drugs have been injected and taken, there is no change in the body. It is like drinking a large glass of plain water.

"There is no change in Ranwenhua.com," Dr. Ruan said as he pushed the syringe to expel the air inside. The clinic is full of bright light, the sharp needle tip, the splashing water line, and the smell of disinfectant in the nose, which always makes people goose bumps.

"Using drugs can't improve your physical and mental state, just to reset your state." She glanced at me with a bluffing smile, "Your body is congenitally weak, not just Exercise can make up for it. Being in a sub-health state for a long time, plus mental deterioration, now you are like a time bomb, and it also makes us worry about your future situation. Health is one of everyone ’s most valuable assets, we I really want you to return to the life of ordinary people, I hope you can cooperate. "

"You have said it many times, and I will cooperate." I said impatiently.

At the time of my answer, Dr. Ruan had pierced the needle into my vein, and I felt the martial force, the king of heaven, the holy king, the sacred king, the night killer, the **** throne, the throne of the gods, the **** of the throne, the strongest abandonment, the youngest week, the royal family, The Throne of the Immortal God of Thrones Nine Heavens Strongest Abandon the Young Da Zhou Clan's Martial Universe Qiankun Kills the God of the Throne of the Immortal Throne of Gods Great Abandonment of the Young Lord Zhou Chou Tian Zuiqiang abandoned the pain of the Royal Family of Shao Da Zhou until the medicine entered the blood vessel, and he could see the cyan blood vessel bulging along the arm. As before, my brain produced a drunken sense of vertigo again, and the sound of blood flowing and the heart beating seemed to come from my ears. I once mentioned it with her, but she claimed that this was a normal reaction. I really doubt what kind of medicine she gave me, because this medicine is blue, it always reminds me of the medicine "paradise", and the feeling is very similar to the feeling after taking "paradise", Only slightly.

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

This time it was all solid tablets. There were three vials in total, two of which were experimental new drugs, and the name of one was familiar.

"Trifluoperazine"-not a tranquilizer, but an exciting and activating drug. In the past battles, I have learned from people who have taken the experience that in addition to the obvious anti- hallucination delusions, this medicine also has a good effect on apathy, withdrawal and other symptoms. Suitable for paranoid schizophrenia and chronic schizophrenia.

"Trifluoperazine is not a new drug, but it has a certain role in promoting the efficacy of the new drug and reversing the mental state." Dr. Ruan wrote in the information and looked up at me.

"If I see something that is impossible to exist, or feel upset, I always hear some unbearable sounds, including long periods of frequent distraction, and sleepwalking ..." She tapped on the table with her pen, "In short , If you feel something is wrong, take three trifluoperazines. Don't eat more, these medicines have side effects. "

I nodded and said that I would do what she ordered. I think that among all the drugs available, this bottle of "trifluoperazine" and the sedative drug "Fenaijing" not long ago are the most valuable.

I put three bottles of medicine into my pocket and left. There are other patients outside the door. Dr. Ruan is not my primary doctor.

I walked outside for a while, and went to the farmland under the mountain bag specially, and asked the people there for some plant stems. I heard that the smell they released after burning would make people sleepy, so I asked them to help collect it. Because these plants grow in rugged places, for me who rely on wheelchairs to move, it is difficult for me to cut down by myself. I had to ask different people in private to accumulate a satisfactory amount. In addition, these people have not had any friendship with each other before, and it also guarantees that my actions will not be doubted.

When I returned to the dormitory building, there was a loud noise from the building, which was a rare thing compared to usual. Judging by the accent, one side is a demented fat man who always plays with a mop, and the other side is a stranger. Although some patients never speak, their voices are also strange 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, who actually came to this gathering place of mental patients, and also had a dispute with the indigenous people.

When I was about to enter the hallway, something fell heavily on the floor. When I turned the wheelchair, I saw a middle-aged man lying on the ground and pretending to be dead. The cap fell aside. I thought for the first time that he was here for the reason he appeared here, but why would he be in conflict with a demented fat man playing with a 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 indulged in their own world, or some dementia, many people have lost the ability to communicate, more like a lifeless elderly caregiver.

The most active is the demented fat man. He is always very energetic, but he is not incapable of communicating, giving people the impression of being good and nice. I have never seen the anger like he is now. The demented fat man screamed and waved his mop without hitting the man in the cap, but the other party was so frightened that he held his head and could not climb for a long time.

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

"What happened?" I shouted loudly, I wanted to call the fat man's name, but now I still don't know what his name is.

The fat man heard my shout, and the mop was held high above his head to stop, so he turned his head and looked over with his cheeks. The men in peaked caps took the opportunity to crawl towards me and rushed towards me, glanced at me with an embarrassed expression, and laughed and hid behind me.

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

I didn't care about him by burning novels.

"Then, that, that bad, bad guy." The fat man stuttered, his face angry: "He, he is a thief, a robber, he, he will pry, pry the door." The fat man pointed at me with a mop Said the door of the room, and then pointed to the room of the three girls and said, "Also, still robbing ... grabbing something?" He glanced at the door.

I couldn't help but also get angry, and I was a little nervous. I tightened my face and looked at the man in the cap behind him. 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 the door of my room and checked it carefully. There was nothing strange about Ranwen Novel. The door was still locked. Even if the door lock of this door is opened, I cannot enter, because I have considered that this situation will occur, the door lock has been modified, and three insurances have been added. The original door lock is actually a trap. If someone really tries to open it through various channels, it will trigger the pull-in mechanism, lock the three insurances, and activate the organs against the wall in the room at the same time. Although this way, you have to spend a lot of effort to enter the room, but the safety is greatly increased.

"I ~ www.readwn.com ~ I fight, he ... can't open, hee hee hee." The fat man waved his mop proudly.

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

"Oh, oh ..." The fat man smiled innocently, and after a while, he pushed the mop and whined out toward the other end of the corridor. Seeing him rushing over, the cap man flashed aside quickly.

Although I was angry and vigilant about the behavior of the men in peaked caps, judging from the way he dealt with fat people just now, at least in the present, there is not much maliciousness in Ranwen.com. I want to know what he really wants to do. I foresee that the calm and depressed life will change because of his coming 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, and seemed to be thinking about how to speak, but I didn't understand him by Ranwen Fiction and first entered the room of the three girls. Seeing that they were intact and still playing the strange card game with their own care, they settled down again. . ...

Seven texts of interim 273 deaths in restricted grade doomsday syndrome