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"how so?"

Cui Rui only felt his throat was extremely dry and his pupils were trembling slightly. It took him a long time to squeeze out a word.

"Everyone stay away and don't touch him!"

The excitement in Yu Jiang's heart had completely disappeared, replaced by a sense of solemnity.

Everyone did not suspect anything and moved away from Wei Jin's body.

The white demon felt strange when looking at the rusty corpse.

Very strange!

too weird!

The body is leaning to the left, with the right hand placed on the left side of the waist, as if supporting the body, and the left hand is stretched high and long, as if reaching for something...

If Cui Rui was being chased by a strange person and became like this, then this shouldn't be the action he took, right?

The only explanation is that Cui Rui knew how he triggered the death mechanism, and he wanted to trigger it back again!

But where is this action needed?

Bai Yao looked around and suddenly found that Jiang Baimeng didn't seem to notice what was happening here, still leaning against the window in a daze...

"Window...yes! Window!"

Isn’t that action the action of leaning out of the window to get something?

It is obvious that you can't get anything from the windows at the back.

But if it is placed in the driver's seat or the co-pilot's seat, then this action is enough...

"rearview mirror!"

Bai Yao immediately lowered his head, walked to the front and expressed his speculation.

"Rearview mirror?"

Cui Rui subconsciously looked towards the rearview mirror. Bai Yao was quick-witted and grabbed his head, forcing him to turn back.

"Is it open?"

Listening to Bai Yao's cold voice, Cui Rui was a little confused, "What do you mean?"

White Demon: "I said spiritual wisdom!"

"..."

Cui Rui's mouth twitched, "I just did it subconsciously..."

The white demon shook his head, "Now I need your conscious actions! Don't commit suicide, buddy!"

Cui Rui was speechless. It was his fault in the first place, and he should thank Bai Yao for saving his life!

Yu Jiang stroked his chin, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"If that's the case, then looking in the mirror in reality will lead you into the mirror world. At the same time, the mirror that serves as a medium will no longer be usable, and you must find another mirror to get out!"

Everyone nodded in agreement, otherwise Wei Jin wouldn't have to go through so much trouble to reach the rearview mirror and could just use the medium mirror to come back!

At this moment, the bus suddenly slowed down.

Everyone looked out the window and saw a hospital standing quietly not far away. A large sign on the roof read: Ningshui Psychiatric Hospital!

The LED lights on the sign kept flashing, and at the same time, a red lightning exploded from the sky above the hospital, illuminating the hospital in an extremely scarlet color...

"It's finally here..."

Tang Xinyue murmured, if it weren't for this hospital, they would have forgotten that the mission of the copy was to escape from the mental hospital...

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The bus stopped and the door opened.

Bai Yao took a look and saw five female nurses holding umbrellas standing outside the hospital. They had stiff and dull expressions, and their eyes seemed to be staring at them through the car windows.

Yu Jiang laughed sarcastically: "It was calculated that one person would die!"

"Let's go, it's time to get off the car."

Tang Xinyue took a deep breath and was the first to get off the car.

Everyone followed closely behind.

Bai Yao just walked towards the steps, then remembered something and turned back to shout: "Jiang Baimeng, we've arrived!"

Jiang Baimeng, who was sitting in the corner of the back row, suddenly woke up and realized that he was in the hospital. He hurriedly stood up and ran towards Bai Yao.

"coming……"

Bai Yao shook her head. This girl was really big-hearted. She even dared to be distracted in such a copy...

As they walked toward the hospital entrance, everyone kept their heads down as much as possible to avoid seeing the mirror.

Under the cold rain, everyone arrived at the hospital entrance.

Several nurses came forward and held umbrellas over their heads.

"Everyone, please follow me to the hospital. A doctor will diagnose your condition later..."

Everyone was shocked. They were not sick at all. How could they diagnose their illness?

Walking into the gate, Bai Yao looked up at the hospital building.

Large areas of white wall paint had fallen off, the iron fence outside the window had long been rusted, and even the glass was stained with blood, giving the place a long-abandoned look.

The first feeling Bai Yao had was one of depression!

Extremely depressing!

That inexplicable feeling is like a dark cloud hanging over my heart that won't go away for a long time...

When I walked into the hospital, it was unusually clean.

The decoration is weird.

The floor is all wood and the walls are all white, without even a single tile.

"Is it because the tiles reflect light and become mirrors?"

Bai Yao speculated secretly.

Soon, the nurses brought everyone to the waiting area, and in front of them, sat a strange man in a white coat!

As for why everyone could tell at a glance that he was weird, it was because there were obvious suture marks on the doctor's neck.

The doctor picked up a list, took a look at it, and said, "Tang Xinyue, come here for treatment!"

Tang Xinyue's heart tightened. Is she the first one?

But there was no other way at this moment.

She took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and slowly walked to the doctor and sat down.

At the same time, I also saw clearly what was written on the doctor's name badge: Zhou Bin, attending physician of psychiatry.

Doctor Zhou picked up a booklet and asked:

"What should you do if you burn your fingers while cutting peppers?"

Tang Xinyue was stunned. She thought the weird person in front of her would do something, but it turned out to be just asking questions?

But she had never cooked before, so she was troubled by this problem.

"Wash, wash your hands?"

Tang Xinyue responded tentatively.

Dr. Zhou shook his head and asked the next question:

“Why do many people dream about eating in their dreams?”

"..."

She is not a psychiatrist, how would she know such things?

"hungry?"

Dr. Zhou did not comment and continued, "If you can drink boiled water, why can't you drink it when you open the door?"

"..."

What the hell is this question?

Tang Xinyue was completely stunned.

It's a mental hospital, so the doctor must be mentally ill too!

"Because... the door is solid, so you can't drink it..."

Tang Xinyue was helpless. Without a 10-year cerebral thrombosis, she really couldn't ask such a question...

Seeing this, Dr. Zhou shook his head, picked up a ballpoint pen and started writing on the A4 paper.

"Tang Xinyue, diagnosis result: split personality!"