My Sister is Fuji

"We classify the severity of the patients, and lock them in a separate room. Normal and non-dangerous patients, four people in one room, closed management."

Director Chen said, and came to the third floor.

This floor was quiet and eerie. There were a few patients sitting here and there sporadically in the corridor, casting strange glances at Lin Hao and Director Chen.

What attracted attention was the girl in a white hospital gown standing in the middle of the corridor.With a handsome appearance and a pale and haggard face, he is at the age of 23 and above.

She lowered her head, and when Lin Hao approached, he heard some strange syllables murmured from her mouth, which seemed familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

Lin Hao couldn't help but pause, where did he hear it?

The syllables on the girl's mouth are very strange, just like marking English words in Chinese. For example, "yes" written in Chinese is as stiff and non-standard as "shredded coconut".

The tone and syllables are distorted, but you can still vaguely feel the meaning of the girl's words - it's really a wonderful thing, but Lin Hao just can't remember where he heard it.

Just like rumors, it was just a common meaning, but more and more people spread it, and its own narration was exaggerated, and it was farther and farther away from the facts and No.1's dictation.

The girl may have passed her syllables from other mouths, adding her own fantasies, making the syllables weird and far from the original.

Lin Hao couldn't help being infected by the girl, chewing on the weird syllables, and when he passed by the girl, the girl gave him a look of help.

Lin Hao passed by, walked several steps, and then stopped belatedly.

"That girl—" Lin Hao stared at Director Chen sharply.

"She is a painter." Director Chen said flatly, not paying attention to Lin Hao's sharp eyes looking at him, and regretting to himself: "It's a pity, she is quite famous, she can be regarded as a young artist in the painting world. A cutting-edge painter. Unfortunately, he was insane and was sent to a mental hospital by his family."

Lin Hao stared at him closely, meaning to ask him to continue talking and explain things clearly.

Director Chen continued: "When she got sick, she said that she saw a man, but the family members were very sure that she had stayed at home and never left the house—she couldn't tell the difference between fantasy and reality. "

Director Chen said without a trace of emotion: "But this is normal. Many novelists and painters in history suffered from mental illness. The latter have delicate emotions, and their senses are different from ordinary people. They exaggerate what they see and hear. Fantasy. The former has a rich imagination, is prone to turn day and night upside down, indulge in illusions, and is prone to anxiety and depression, which can lead to other serious mental illnesses."

Lin Hao stared at Director Chen seriously: "What did she do to be locked up in the hospital?"

"draw."

"draw?"

"Draw a picture of a man. I have to say that she is a top young painter in the painting world, and the people in her paintings seem to come to life." Director Chen recalled the scene that day: "She has been painting, drawing a picture without sleep. Painting. Their family thought she was sick, so they forcibly pulled her away and sent her to a mental hospital."

"That painting, I've seen it—it's an evil painting. The background seems to be a starry sky at night, with stars gathering, and it seems to be a disgusting locust flapping its wings, and it seems to be in a dreamlike fog. .”

"It's a good thing she didn't finish the painting—the painting seemed to be alive, squirming like begging. She hasn't finished painting the person. The person, whose body is as erratic as a shadow, may be a man, or it may be The woman—who knows, but according to her analysis, it should be a man, a man in black."

"The hair is black and white, as if life is condensed, and everything comes to the end of the dead gray color."

"That man's head seems to be turning around... Fortunately, fortunately, he didn't draw it."

Director Chen, who has always been sensible, mentioned the man in the painting, and his face became terrified, "At first glance, I thought this was an evil painting, and this thing should appear on the altar of a cult. It's so real... Should it be said that she is indeed a famous painter, she dragged the fantasies she saw into reality—this kind of thing can only exist in fantasies and illusions, and reality simply does not allow such strange things to appear.”

Lin Hao was sweating coldly. He guessed what the girl saw, tried his best to restrain his tone, but still couldn't help trembling: "Where's that painting?"

"Burn it!" Director Chen said, his voice hoarse.

"Why?!" Lin Hao didn't understand.

"That painting is really horrible... It can be considered as a treatment. With the approval of the girl's family, we will burn the painting in front of the girl."

"Burn it?!" Lin Hao was surprised, the girl...

"Things are different from what we thought. When the painting was burned, the girl's expression was as ferocious as if possessed by an evil god, and her tentacles were twisted. She was so strong that she almost broke away from several security guards."

"After the painting was burned, the girl passed out."

"Then the girl became like this!" Lin Hao was furious. Such a young girl turned into such a demented look, what did you guys do!

He seemed to see the girl's irresponsible parents and the doctor who treated her inhumanely.

Director Chen glanced at Lin Hao casually: "Do you know what treatment is? Every other line is like a mountain."

This sentence made Lin Hao choke.

Director Chen said: "After burning the painting, we thought that the girl's nightmare was over. But we were wrong, the girl still dreamed of that man. She said that she was in pain, like falling from a high altitude, like the deep sea whispering in her ears, feeling Until the passage of time and space, endless torment, and finally she can't distinguish between reality and illusion—maybe she turned into the man in black, murmuring that incomprehensible syllable constantly."

Listening to Director Chen's plain statement, Lin Hao couldn't help shivering.Looking at the poor girl behind him, he seemed to see the man in black for a moment. Lin Hao trembled in fear, and immediately turned his head back.

He was really afraid of one thing, that the girl would suddenly turn her head around.

He found that he was also a little confused, whether the man in black he saw that day was also his fantasy-how could there be white mist on a normal day.

Lin Hao couldn't help being confused, and had philosophical thoughts: what is real and what is illusory, and is his own world false and non-existent?

The non-human things I have been investigating all the time, whether it is a piece of text, whether it is a piece of music, whether it is a piece of video, whether it is a picture-whether the brain is deceiving me.

Lin Hao had never been so dazed and desperate. He bit the tip of his tongue and forced himself to wake up, feeling the sweetness in his throat. Before he knew it, he followed Director Chen to the fourth floor.

Lin Hao asked dryly: "Doctor, do you think our world is fake? They understand the truth of the world, and cannot bear the information, just like a balloon that cannot hold the water in the lake, and slowly bursts."

Director Chen looked at Lin Hao with strange eyes, and Lin Hao woke up with a start. He said such crazy words.

"It's too idealistic." Director Chen turned his head and said, he thought that Lin Hao was infected by the atmosphere of the mental illness and became abnormal.

After walking a short distance, we reached Area B.A nurse came out of the front ward.

Director Chen stopped the nurse and said to Lin Hao, "This is Xiao Huang, the nurse in charge of Su Qi. If you have any questions, just ask her."

Lin Hao thought for a while and asked, "How is he doing?"