I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

"Please forgive me."

Doctor Hao shook his head.

If his name was written, those actors who learned about mental illness according to the textbook might not be looking for someone to break his leg.

"It's almost time, I'll go back for lunch first."

Lu Jian looked at the wall clock.

"Okay, walk slowly."

Doctor Hao waved his hand.

"let's go."

Lu Jian said to his side.

Immediately, Dr. Hao saw that Lu Jian walked towards the ward with his hands half-raised in the air as if he was holding someone.

And there was no one there.

"Will those people in the film and television industry blame me for driving him crazy?"

Doctor Hao shuddered.

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===365. Painter===

"It's okay, I'll walk by myself, don't worry."

Biga waved his hand, signaling the nurse not to follow him.

"I'll just take a look around here in the mild disease area. Don't worry, I'm not wearing a bracelet, so it won't be mistaken."

He showed off his plastic wristband. The marks on it were similar to those of ordinary patients, except that one piece explained that he was mildly ill and came for an examination.

Ever since Lu Juan came to Jiangcheng Mental Hospital to collect materials and helped an entertainment reporter realize his illness. After resting and recuperating, Jiangcheng Mental Hospital has become a place of pilgrimage for many art lovers.

Some people think that Lu Juan's ability to create such a popular and well-received movie as "Magic Tide" is inseparable from the experience of the mental hospital.

For example, the appearance of those monsters may be derived from the imagination of a mentally ill patient.

For example, those bizarre settings may be the dreams of some mentally ill patient.

Serious artists are okay, that is to say, happy and happy.

Some performance artists try to infiltrate mental hospitals to obtain materials.

But now is not the same as before. The patients in the mental hospital are not monkeys in the zoo. Where can they visit if they want to?

The mental hospital has taken a lot of protective measures to drive away those reporters and artists, but there are still people who can take advantage of the loopholes.

Just like Bi Jia, he is a painter, he likes to paint some paintings that normal people can't understand, and he is very new.

He once created a painting using various fresh fruits to draw the fruits, and then showed the audience the process of the decay of these fruits, and named it "Fruit".

He also once created a painting, using uncooled glass to form a distorted and weird three-dimensional shape on the canvas, named "Melting".

Anyway, it's pretty advanced.

This time, Bi Jia came to the Jiangcheng Mental Hospital, planning to collect materials from the mental patients here.

He was able to come in because he was a psychopath himself.

Biga suffers from depression.

In short, he got a certificate of mental illness, and then did various manipulations to find a relationship to come to No. 900 Xicheng North Road for an inspection. Today is the day for the inspection.

He's ready to wander around here, looking for inspiration.

It's just that Bi Jia felt a little disappointed when he came into contact with a few patients just now.

"That's it?"

These patients are all too normal, and it feels like those people on Weibo outside have a much more serious illness than them.

"It can't go on like this."

Bi Jia believes that it may be that these mild patients are really just very mild mental illnesses, and the taste is not enough.

He needs to find critically ill patients.

Fortunately, Bi Jia had prepared in advance and memorized the structure of the mental hospital.

He sneaked into the critically ill area, still expecting to see some spooky patients, but found that the place was empty.

"Did they all go to rest?"

Big Jia felt something was wrong, he walked a few more steps, and suddenly heard some voices.

"Talk about the Poetry Festival in Utashima. This is a prosperous age where literati have gathered since ancient times."

A clear voice came, and Bi Jia followed the sound, and saw many people gathered in a room.

He poked his head and found that many patients were sitting together, listening carefully to a person like a high school student who was [-] days away from the college entrance examination.

Big Jia felt strange, he followed into the room, sat in the back, and listened carefully.

He felt that this story was a bit familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

But listening to it, Bi Jia quickly immersed himself in it.

Until there was a bang, the man patted the mineral water bottle, which woke up everyone in a trance.

"If you want to know what will happen next, let's listen to the next chapter to break it down."

He said something and waved his hand again.

"That's all for today. Dr. Hao said that you can't delay everyone's exercise, so I will say less."

Bi Jia looked at that person.

Suddenly startled.

Isn't this Lu Jian?

Although he sneered at that kind of commercial movie, he had to say that the art design in Lu Yi's movie was quite good, so Biga also contributed movie tickets for "Magic Tide".

He must know that face, it's Lu Jian!

Why is he here?

Come to collect materials again?

Just as Bi Jia was about to stand up, he looked at Lu Jian's bracelet again.

The above is genuine and is the sign of a critically ill patient.

Could it be that because Lu Yi was too involved in filming, he became mentally ill and became a mental patient?

Bi Jia had doubts in his mind.

When he was hesitating, Lu Jian walked towards him.

"Are you new here?"

Lu Jian asked kindly.

"Uh, yes."

Bi Jia decided to pretend not to know Lu Jian.

"The environment here is pretty good, so you don't have to feel uncomfortable. Talk to people more and communicate more, which will help your condition."

Like a bosom brother, Lu Yi patted Bi Jia on the shoulder.

"Actually, I've always had a picture in my mind recently."

Bi Jia said, since Lu Jian is here, why not ask him what inspiration he has, maybe the two people's ideas will catalyze a wonderful chemical reaction when they meet each other.

"What painting is it?"

Lu Yi is like a psychiatrist, patiently communicating with Bi Jia.

"I don't know, I think this painting is missing something, maybe some exciting, passionate, moving elements."

Bi Jia shook his head.

"You want to draw it?"

"Ah."

Bi Jia nodded, and then saw that Lu Yi took out a sketchbook and gave Bi Jia a pen.

"Come and try."

Bi Jia probably knew that this was a method of psychological testing. By asking the subject to draw pictures to spy on his heart, there were also some tests that used special patterns to distinguish the subject. As a trendy painter, this kind of He still understands common sense.

"First, let's draw a person, you can draw whatever you want."

Lu Jian guided.

Bi Jia followed the guidance of Lu Yi and began to write. According to Lu Yi, he emptied his mind and only followed Lu Yi's prompts to create. When Lu Yi said to draw something, he drew the first impression that appeared in his mind. come out.

Soon, Bijia entered a trance state, and he felt extremely happy, as if his soul had been released from his body.

The never-before-seen comfortable creative experience made Bi Jia immersed in it, and before he knew it, ten minutes passed.

"Okay, it's done."

Lu Jian snapped his fingers, and Bi Jia came back to his senses.

He looked at the picture he drew and couldn't speak for a moment.

It was a person sitting on a chair, with no gender or age, just sitting there.

But from the strokes, one can feel that the person exudes an aura of tension, fear, despair, and fear.

Some kind of indescribable tentacles and mucus spread from the opponent's body. Just seeing this picture, Bi Jia felt dizzy and confused.

Moreover, this is still drawn from my own pen!

But looking carefully, the man has a sad and pitiful feeling, which is unbearable to see, melancholy, and the sad emotion is like a hand, gently brushing over Biga's heart, so that his symptoms can be relieved.