green hills

Luo City, autumn.

In the empty office, under the pale incandescent light, the middle-aged doctor pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Hello Chen Ji, I need to ask you some questions now. After you answer, I will make a score based on my judgment according to the five levels of "none", "very light", "moderate", "severe" and "very serious", is that okay?"

"Yes ."

"Do you want to end your life?"

"...End whose life?"

"Your own."

"No."

The middle-aged doctor hesitated for a moment: "Do you hold grudges? Is it difficult to forgive those who have hurt you?"

"I don't hold grudges."

"Do you often forget things? What memories do you have about the age of twelve?"

Opposite the doctor, Ten Eight-year-old Chen Ji's eyes drifted to the dark night outside the window: "Twelve years old? That summer, my deskmate Ma Kai secretly took away an eraser from me. I liked that eraser very much because it had the pattern of Itachi Uchiha on it."

The doctor's eyes returned to the previous grudge question, crossed out "1 point, none", and wrote "5 points, very serious" again.

He looked at the boy opposite him carefully. Eighteen-year-old Chen Ji was quite handsome. He seemed to have clean skin and clear and sincere eyes because he had not been out for a long time.

"The next question is, can you endure loneliness?"

This time, Chen Ji finally stopped to think about the question seriously. After a long time, he answered: "Yes."

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...

The questioning lasted for half an hour. When the hands of the quartz clock on the wall jumped to ten o'clock at night, the doctor said: "Last question, do you feel that someone wants to harm you?"

Chen Ji: "No, my family is very good to me."

The doctor's eyelids twitched slightly, and he quickly recorded in his notebook: 168 points of positive symptoms, 67 positive items, and a factor score of 3.8. After the death of his parents in a car accident, the patient suffered from severe "post-traumatic stress disorder" and was prone to violence.

"Classmate Chen Ji, the diagnosis results show that you have severe post-traumatic stress disorder and you need to stay in the hospital for observation. The nurse will take you to the ward on the sixth floor later. Your mobile phone needs to be handed over to me. External information will interfere with you and affect the treatment effect."

"Oh," Chen Ji didn't seem surprised.

"You sit here for a while, I have to inform your family about the results." The doctor stood up with the diagnosis certificate.

"Wait!" Chen Ji called to him.

"What's wrong?" The doctor turned around and asked.

"I haven't given you my cell phone yet," Chen Ji took out a cell phone from his pocket and handed it to the doctor.

"I'm just keeping the phone for you temporarily," the doctor put the phone into his pocket, turned around and went out, closing the door tightly before going out.

There was only a middle-aged couple in the empty and dark corridor outside the door, both of them looking uneasy.

The man came forward and said, "Lao Liu, is everything going well? Did he...find anything?"

"No, he still thinks you are fine," the doctor Lao Liu nodded: "This is the medical certificate. You can go to the court to apply to declare him a "person without capacity for civil conduct.""

The middle-aged woman smiled awkwardly: "Thank you, Old Liu, I will treat you to dinner later."

The doctor, Old Liu, smiled but said: "Dinner Just let it go. I don’t know why you want to classify him as a mental patient, and I don’t want to ask. But when the court comes to review, I can also overturn my diagnosis.”

Chen Ji’s second uncle Chen. Shuo Shuo quickly took out a bulging file bag from his black leather bag: "You count."

Doctor Lao Liu opened the file bag and took a look: "Okay, you go back, I will arrange it right away." He was excluded from the hospital. I saw that he had no intention of resisting, but to be on the safe side, I called two male nurses over." "Okay, I'll go," Chen Shuo walked to the elevator with his wife Wang Huiling.

As she walked in the dim corridor, Wang Huiling asked her husband in a low voice: "How much money did you give him?"

"Fifty thousand."

"So much? He just sat there and asked a few questions, why did he get so much?" The fat Wang Huiling stared at her bull's-eyes.

Chen Shuo was impatient: "Do you really think that you can just treat someone to a meal and that's it? It's only fifty thousand yuan, nothing compared to Chen Ji's house! Hurry to the court tomorrow to submit an application and wait until he is cleared for civil conduct. Liren, please transfer the house to our names first to avoid long nights and nightmares."

Wang Huiling whispered: "Is Lao Liu reliable? Don't let Chen Ji run out of the hospital."

"Don't worry, I heard that the sixth floor of Qingshan Hospital is like a prison and you can't escape. Stop talking about things in this ghost place. I always think it's eerie here."

When he walked out of Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital, Chen Shuo looked back unexpectedly.

In the night, the twisted and dense wall-creepers snaked around the building, almost blocking the windows. As he glanced over, there were shadows swaying in the gaps between the wall-creepers, as if there were many "people" watching him there.

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Chen Ji was held by two male nurses on the left and right as he walked in the dark corridor on the sixth floor. Only the safe passage signs on the wall provided some faint light.

There is no nurse station on this floor. There is only an iron door at the end of the corridor that requires a password to be opened. One male nurse covered Chen Yi's eyes while the other entered his password.

With a click, the door opened.

Inside the door is an empty hall with single beds placed every one and a half meters. In the darkness, the single beds looked like coffins, there were hundreds of them.

The next moment, black figures sat up on the beds, turned their heads, and silently stared in the direction of the traces.

The male nurse whispered: "Don't worry about them, finish your work and go out."

The two of them pressed Chen Yi to lie down on the bed and fixed his hands and feet with restraints.

"Wait!" Chen Ji said.

"What's wrong?" The male nurse was impatient.

Chen Ji: "Don't you need to change into a hospital gown?"

"...You must be sick," the male nurse cursed in a low voice, turned to his colleague and said, "Leave quickly."

With a clang, the iron door closed, and the room fell into silence again.

Chen Ji turned his head and looked around. The windows in the ward were all welded with stainless steel security windows.

Swish, swish, swish.

There was the sound of clothes and bedding rubbing together in the ward, followed by the sound of soft footsteps.

Chen Ji heard those voices approaching him. The voices were getting more and more numerous and getting closer.

"No..." Chen Ji helplessly opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling: "Just tie me up? How presumptuous."

In the faint moonlight outside the window, he saw five or six heads poking out like turtles, crowding the ceiling in his field of vision. There were weird smiles on each of their dark cheeks.

Chen Ji: "It's really scary. My mental illness was cured..."

Someone asked in a low voice: "Do you think he usually poops before or after meals?"

"Wait for me to call the United Nations and ask the United Nations," said a middle-aged man, taking out a calculator and quickly pressing a series of numbers. The crisp female counting voice was particularly abrupt in the ward.

Before he finished pressing, an old man pressed down on the calculator.

"Return to zero."

All sounds disappeared, and the patients made way for the old man.

The old man came to the bedside, bent down and looked down at Chen Ji: "You are really here."

Chen Ji: "What do you mean?"

The old man took out a piece of paper: "Someone once said that you would be here today."

On that piece of paper, his appearance was clearly drawn with a pencil, lifelike.

Chen Ji was in awe: "It's very reasonable."

...

...

People who can enter a mental hospital are either too stupid or too smart.

They are just dealing with themselves in a paranoid world, endless and unable to escape.

Chen Ji has some respect for mental hospitals.

So when he saw the sketch, he suddenly felt that the world began to become mysterious: "My head feels so itchy, as if I'm about to grow a brain! Old man, did you draw this?"

"I didn't draw it, but I can show you the person who drew it." The old man untied Chen Ji, and all the patients made way for them.

At the end of the passage, a young man sat stupidly beside the bed, staring blankly out of the window.

"What disease does he have?" Chen Ji asked.

"Severe paranoia. He always said that he lived in another world and that this world was his dream. Later, he developed dissociative symptoms and became completely stupid," the old man replied.

"When did he come in?"

"He came in a year ago. He said you would show up today to prove that he was not lying."

Chen Ji looked at the old man in surprise: "What is your illness? You think very clearly."

"I'm not sick," the old man said.

"A bit like a mental patient..."

The old man was angry: "I'm really not sick. I did something wrong before and hid here. If you don't believe me, ask me on the Paranoid Thinking Scale."

Chen Ji: "Like your father or your mother?"

The old man: "You like your mother." "

Chen Ji: "..."

He came to the delusional young man and said, "Hello?"

But the young man just stared out the window in the darkness and did not speak.

Old man: "He hasn't spoken for half a year."

"What's his name?"

"Li Qingniao."

Chen Ji felt a little regretful. He looked at the dumbfounded Li Qingniao carefully and asked in a low voice: "Old man, has he ever mentioned what the world he lives in is like?"

"No," the old man shook his head.

Chen Ji asked again: "Old man, has he received any treatment after entering the hospital? Is there any way to restore his consciousness?"

"What kind of treatment is it? He is admitted to the sixth floor. Lou has given up treatment, just stay alive."

"Huh? No more resuscitation? What if it is cured."

"It can be cured," the old man touched his chin.

"How to cure it?"

"There was a little girl with severe depression who lost more than 30 pounds in more than a month. Later, her father won more than 20 million in lottery tickets and took her out of the hospital, and she recovered."

Huh?

Chen Ji slowly turned to look at Li Qingniao: "I will give you 20 million, too."

Li Qingniao, who had been silent for half a year, suddenly said: "You are going to that world too."

Huh?

The old man’s eyes widened.

Chen Ji quickly continued to ask: "How to get to that world?"

Li Qingniao remained silent again.

Chen Ji: "I will give you another 20 million!"

Li Qingniao: "The people from Luzhou in Beiju will be responsible for the smuggling."

Chen Ji: "I'll give you another 20 million...what will that world be like?"

Li Qingniao paused for two seconds: "You only have more than 40 million in your card."

Chen Ji: "???"

Brother, are you pretending to be sick?

He stretched out his hand to pinch Li Qingniao's cheek, but no matter what he did, Li Qingniao stopped talking.

The old man hunched over and asked with his hands behind his back: "Young man, why did you come in?"

Chen Ji responded: "My parents passed away and I have been a little autistic in the past six months, so my second uncle and second aunt sent me here."

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly: "Young man, how much inheritance did your parents leave you?"

Old trace: "A villa with more than 20 million yuan, tens of millions of deposits."

The old man thought thoughtfully: "Then you have to be careful about your uncle and aunt, in case they apply for Please ask the court to rule you as "incompetent for civil conduct." You can't keep this property."

The traces of expression were submerged in the darkness of the ward: "How could it be, they are my relatives."

The wind picked up outside the window, and the wall-climbing tiger was swaying. The shadows of the leaves filtered through by the moonlight were swaying and beating on the ground like black flames.