I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

"interesting."

He looked at the woman.

"Okay, let's play, who will draw first?"

The woman didn't respond either, but picked up the pen on the table and started drawing on the paper.

A few minutes later, the woman drew a picture and put it on the glass for Lu Trip to see.

Lu Jian saw that it was a distorted city, including some angles and structures that would not appear in normal space. It was hard to imagine that this was drawn by a mental patient in just a few minutes.

If you don't tell Lu Jian, he may think it is the work of an abstract painter.

"No, isn't the difficulty of your painting a bit too high?"

Lu Jian complained.

Shouldn't it be normal to draw some cats, dogs, elephants and airplanes?

Although this sketch-like painting is very detailed, it is impossible to guess what it is!

"Is this the city you saw from the boat?"

Lu Jian asked tentatively.

He didn't know what the city was called, let alone why this woman could draw it in such detail.

No, Lu Juan thought, this image seemed to be engraved into the woman's head, not that she was describing the city, but the city was chasing her.

"It's there."

The woman said, there was a kind of forbearance in her voice.

"It's there!!!"

Lu Jian noticed that her hands clenched into fists, and her nails pierced deeply into the flesh.

"Well, you're safe now."

Lu Jian comforted.

"No, you don't know, it's there!"

The woman's voice became flustered, her eyes were full of fear, and her eyes had already moved away from Lu Trim, as if she was staring behind Lu Trim.

"It's there!"

The woman screamed, and she looked at somewhere behind Lu trip in fear, hysterical.

Lu Jian felt a chill, and he looked back.

Apart from the little nurse behind him, there was nothing else.

"what happened?"

The little nurse looked innocent, looked at Lu Jian and looked back, she also looked around her, there was nothing.

"No, nothing."

When Lu Jian turned his head, he saw the woman's face pressed against the glass, showing a manic and distorted appearance.

"It's here!"

"It's here!!"

"It's coming!!!"

The woman's mouth made an indistinct sound, and the whole person was stuck to the glass, almost climbing up. This scene was horrifying. The little nurse was startled and called out to the nurse in a panic.

Seeing the woman being pushed back by the nurse, injected with sedative drugs, and slowly falling asleep, Lu Yi and the little nurse left the ward.

"Has this woman been like this before?"

Lu Bian asked.

"She was actually fine before, but she would be very manic when she got sick, but it's the first time that she's as serious as today"

The little nurse was still in shock, she looked at Lu Jian, and hesitated to speak.

It can't be said that she is so crazy because of you, right?

After this incident, Lu Yi and she had no choice but to leave the intensive care building.

Lu Yi plans to walk around in this mental hospital again, have a meal, and experience life.

He came to the cafeteria. The dishes here are relatively light, not spicy or greasy. Lu Jian ordered a stir-fried wax gourd, a sliced ​​potato meat, a bowl of pork rib soup, three or two meals, and sat down with the plate.

The little nurse ate very little, and she sat opposite Lu Jian.

The canteen for mildly ill patients sometimes has medical staff come here to eat, creating a feeling that patients are also normal.

While eating, a patient suddenly sat down next to Lu Trian.

He took two bites and looked at Lu Jian again.

"Are you Lu Jian?"

The patient asked suddenly.

Lu Jian was stunned, and looked at the other party, who was not an acquaintance.

"I've seen your movie, it's good."

The man continued.

"I didn't expect to have my fans here, thank you for your support."

Lu Jian didn't know whether to be happy or sad for a moment.

"I heard that you are going to make a movie again, can you tell me what it is about, you see, after all, I can't go to the cinema to watch it."

the patient asked curiously.

"It's just a story about finding a missing home. If you want to watch it then, I can contact the dean and set up an open-air theater for our courtyard to play."

Lu Jian simply answered.

"That's it, that's great. I really like your movies, especially those actors. I feel that the acting skills are very professional. Where did you find them?"

The patient continued to question.

"I didn't find them, they found me."

Lu Bian explained.

The patient asked a few more questions, but Lu Tuantou didn't hide anything, and answered a few words.

After eating, he felt a little strange when he saw that the other party was about to follow, so he found an excuse to prevaricate, and dragged the little nurse to the corner.

"Nurse Tao, was that patient just now seriously ill?"

Lu Bian asked.

"Him? He seems to have been transferred from the hospital two days ago. He has a mild illness."

The little nurse didn't know why.

"There is a problem."

Lu Jian pondered, then spoke again.

"You help me arrange it, let the two of us meet in the conference room."

===251. There must be something wrong with him being so normal===

Jiang Weicai was a little confused.

As an ordinary reporter, he just sneaked into the mental hospital to find information about Lu Lian, so why did he get so much attention?

Jiang Weicai found Lu Juan during lunch, and wanted to go over to ask some questions, but Lu Juan didn't know if he had noticed something, so he kept his mouth shut and only said some words to perfuse himself.

Does this person treat his fans like this!

Returning angrily, Jiang Weicai was going to look for another opportunity to collect some information, but he didn't expect that he would be approached by the doctor.

In the conference room, Jiang Weicai sat on the table, and there was a mirror on the wall next to him, reflecting his face.

The door of the room was opened, and Jiang Weicai saw a man in a white coat walk in.

That turned out to be Lu Jian.

He looked like a psychiatrist, and sat opposite Jiang Weicai.

"Name."

"You didn't just now"

"Name."

"Jiang Weicai."

Jiang Weicai replied honestly that Lu Juan looked like a policeman interrogating a prisoner, not angry and pretentious.

"Your symptoms are delusional?"

Lu Jian looked across.

"Yes, I often fantasize about things."

Jiang Weicai felt that he could not expose himself, otherwise something bad might happen to him, he hurriedly explained.

"How long have you had this symptom?"

"It's been, since many months ago, doctor, can you help me?"

Jiang Weicai felt that his acting skills were really good, and even thought about making his debut in the showbiz for three seconds.

"You are still in this situation."

Lu Jian said seriously.

"But you have to cooperate with the treatment."

Hearing this, Jiang Weicai also sat up straight and pricked up his ears.