It's time, it's time to become an evil god

"do not know."

Bai Ge took the pickaxe from Nobi Shin's assistant, threw it to the other party, and said impatiently, "But next time, can't you build a few Lifan worlds?"

Nobita thought for a while, and said seriously, "If it's the Lifan world, I'd like to be a vegetable for the rest of my life."

Click.

Suddenly footsteps came from behind, and Bai Ge turned his head, Nobita's mother, Yuzi, was standing not far away at some point, holding a fruit knife in her hand, her bloodshot eyes filled with crazy emotions, slowly approaching the two of them.

Nobita tentatively shouted, "Mom..."

However, the other party just waved the knife mechanically, muttering, "You, as long as I kill you, everything, everything will return to normal..."

"Mother……"

Nobita saw that the familiar relatives in front of him seemed to have turned into strangers in an instant, turned his head unbearably, and said to Baige with a complicated expression, "Doraemon, do it."

"it is good."

Doraemon nodded. Facing the fruit knife in the hands of his mother who had lost his mind, he was well-prepared and calmly took out the apple and handed it over.

Nobita instantly felt his blood pressure rise, "What are you doing, Doraemon? I want you to get rid of her."

Click.

Yuzi stopped suddenly, her eyes were filled with crazy emotions, she opened her mouth suddenly, a few blue dead fingers came out from the depths of her throat, as if something wanted to come out of it.

"What the hell is this!"

Nobita asked in horror, "Is this also my subconscious mind?"

The TV that was turned off suddenly flickered with snowflakes on the screen, and then a gray-toned picture appeared. In the corridor stood a strange woman with long hair covering her face and covered in blood. She was holding a pair of scissors, and she walked towards The camera is slowly approaching...

dong dong dong.

Something outside the door violently knocked on the window, and countless bloody hand marks appeared on it, as if it wanted to break through the closed door and rush in.

Nobita backed away in fright, holding Doraemon's hand tightly, and said with trembling lips, "What, what should I do, Doraemon, use your invincible treasure bag to find a way?"

"What else can I do?"

Bai Ge suddenly seemed to understand something, turned his head and looked at Nobi Nobita in front of him.

"Since they killed you and restarted, have you ever thought about ending everything by committing suicide?"

"suicide?"

A flash of inspiration flashed in Nobita's mind, as if he had thought of something, he stuffed his hand into Doraemon's pocket, and shouted, "Quick, Doraemon, give me a new gun!"

At the moment when those monsters were about to pounce, Nobita chose to pull the trigger of the life-restarting gun.

Everything around was shattered like a mirror, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness, without sound, and then Baige seemed to see a dazzling light entering his eyes.

Bai Ge reluctantly opened his eyes, but there were no ghosts or dead bodies around, only a dim yellow light hanging above his head, emitting a dazzling light.

The cold and rough walls, the gloomy tones outside the window, seemed to be the world he was familiar with.

A soft call came from the ear.

"Yo, you fell asleep for so long, you finally woke up."

Subconsciously narrowing his eyes, Bai Ge lowered his head and looked around, only to see himself sitting on a chair in a blue and white striped hospital gown, with his hands chained.Hanging above the head is the old slogan of actively cooperating with treatment and getting out of the mental hospital as soon as possible.

Another round of cosplay?

Bai Ge observed the surrounding situation, and there were four identical chairs beside him, full of guys in blue and white striped hospital gowns.

The one on the far left is a strong man with a horrific scar on his face, with his arms folded around his chest, silent, which once reminded him of Zhang Yaoyang, the ruthless and talkative crow brother.

The second man from the left has very serious dark circles, and his whole body looks sluggish, his eyes are timid, and he dare not look at other people all the time. He looks like a teenager with Internet addiction who lacks the care of Professor Yang.

The third man looked gentle, with a formulaic smirk on his face all the time, motionless, but his eyes were rolling. He was pretty, but a little ugly.

The last patient was a young man with scars all over his body, his hands were still covered with plaster and bandages, and he always maintained a deadpan indifference.

The doctor in a white coat with his back turned to him didn't know what he was busy with, and he kept silent.

The silent man sitting next to Baige finally couldn't help it anymore, "Hey, number five, why have you been talking to yourself since just now, and introduced each of us, and why did you introduce me? At the time, I even added a sentence that looks like Brother Crow Zhang Yaoyang? Are you out of your mind?"

Under the dim light, half of the face of the troubled man was always hidden in the darkness, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

Bai Ge rolled his eyes at him, and retorted plausibly, "Isn't it normal for a mental patient to have a mental illness?"

The other party was choked by Bai Ge, and he was speechless.

"Humph."

Bai Ge smiled coldly, lowered his voice, and said, "Do you think there is a normal person hiding among us?"

"..."

Everyone was silent and reluctant to talk to Baige, but they all subconsciously glanced at their companions who were also alert, but no one looked at Baige.

Because this person seems really abnormal.

"Shut up, do you still want to go out?"

The doctor turned his head impatiently, and all the patients immediately sat down obediently, not daring to make mistakes.

"so boring."

Bai Ge, who captured this scene, stretched his waist, trying to liven up the atmosphere. He looked at the doctor who was still preparing medical equipment, and said with a smile, "Doctor, why don't you give us a show of eating shit?"

"shut up."

The irritable doctor slammed his fists on the table, and took out a bottle of antihypertensive medicine from his pocket, unscrewed the cap, poured two pills into his mouth, and gave him a hard look, "I feel that studying medicine can't save me. Your kind."

Bai Ge immediately stood up and protested, "Ahem, doctor, please don't demonize me, thank you, this is wrong."

"Humph."

The doctor wearing a mask asked sarcastically, "Am I still wrong?"

"Yes."

After a pause, Bai Ge said seriously, "Monsters are not as scary as me."

Chapter 43 What the hell did you see

I slept well yesterday, and today is earlier

The atmosphere seemed dead silent and dull, Baige could vaguely hear the rustling footsteps coming from the corridor, as if something was constantly moving around, arousing everyone's vigilance.

After the doctor in the white coat finished his work, he pushed the platform cart to the crowd, looked around the restless mice with cold eyes, and said without emotion, "I'm Dr. Li, you all don't need to be nervous, this is the time for you." It's just normal psychotherapy."

Bai Ge suddenly raised his hand and asked, "Doctor, I have a question. Since it's ordinary psychotherapy, why do you still need to prepare a scalpel and bone saw? I feel like I can do another rescue, really."

After being silent for a moment, Dr. Li cursed, "You and he are the ones who talk the most."

"..."

The others closed their mouths and stopped speaking, as if they were quietly waiting for something.

Impatient, Dr. Li picked up a pocket watch, put it in front of everyone, and said, "At 39:[-] in the morning, the talk therapy begins."

All the patients looked at the rotating pointer on the metal dial involuntarily. The room was so quiet that only the sound of breathing, heartbeat and moving pointer could be heard.

Tick, tick.

The moment the pointer passed a certain number, everyone felt indescribable drowsiness welling up in their minds, and even their eyelids began to become heavy, and they couldn't help but want to close their eyes. remained awake.

Closing his eyes uncontrollably, Bai Ge was startled, and hastily opened his eyes again, the entire duration was less than a second.

At this moment, a strange change occurred in the treatment room.

There was an indescribably strange feeling in the treatment room, but there was a vague feeling that something was wrong. The ward I was in now was not the same as the ward a second ago.

"It's [-]:[-], and the treatment has officially started."

Dr. Li's figure was standing in a place where the lights couldn't reach, and his voice became different from before, stiff and cold, as if it was a cold corpse in the morgue.

The overhead lights went off and on again, like a person dying and coming back to life.

"You suffer from severe paranoia and schizophrenia. Today's conversation is to prepare a unified treatment for you."

Dr. Li flipped through the medical records on hand, and continued with a steady voice, as if he were an observer from the sidelines, "You don't need to be nervous, you can be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible by actively cooperating with the treatment, and I will play a game with you next, you just need to tell me what's in your heart Deep, true thoughts."

"What game are you playing?"

Bai Ge raised his head, his eyes lit up for an instant, but the people around saw this scene, but their hearts thumped a little, feeling bad.

He said eagerly, "I used to be a powerful player who reached the semi-finals in the Yu-Gi-Oh! KC Cup."

Dr. Li frowned, and repeated the other side's question, "Strength player?"

Bai Ge nodded seriously, "That's right, it's the kind of thing that sends the opponent into the hospital when playing cards. It once caused the players who matched me in the finals to automatically abstain immediately after seeing my name, so they successfully entered the semifinals."

"As for why I didn't win the championship, it's because the top three players are stronger than me."

Are you playing cards or a boxing match, hello?

Dr. Li complained quietly, "Then you must be the best boxer among poker players, the most powerful poker player among boxers?"

Suddenly, Dr. Li shook his head and suddenly came to his senses, "That's not right, why did I follow his words to complain."

Dr. Li took a deep breath, trying to regain his concentration. He picked up the pocket watch on the table, and the pocket watch in his hand had turned into a twisted Dali species at some point.

The doctor first looked at Bai Ge, raised his finger to Patient No. [-] sitting diagonally opposite, and asked, "Tell me the truth, your first impression when you saw him."

Bai Ge stared at No. [-]'s fierce face earnestly. The unfamiliar face seemed to become more and more familiar, as if he had seen this person somewhere before, but deep in his memory, he was trying to deny himself.

The ticking sound of the mechanical watch lingered in my ears, Bai Ge's vision seemed to be gradually blurring, and the scene in front of me became unreal.Bai Ge could only embed his fingernails into the flesh hard, using the pain to resist the drowsiness of consciousness dissipating.

After the half-pay, Bai Ge raised his head, let out a deep breath, and said slowly, "I think he's a piece of trash."

"Dare you say I'm trash?"

The face of No. [-], who was underestimated by others, became gloomy, and his fists were clenched and rattling.

"Stop."

There were frequent accidents during the treatment process. Dr. Li frowned and warned, "Patients, please pay attention to your quality during the treatment process, and don't talk rubbish."

"sorry."

Bai Ge nodded and bowed slightly to Patient No. [-], and said sincerely, "If you feel that talking about garbage hurts your fragile self-esteem, then I will give you a friendly and polite answer."