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Because of Sangsang's visit, I rarely had a good night's sleep.

It was already past midnight when Sangsang left, and the head nurse who made the rounds woke me up early in the morning, but this did not affect my good spirits. The head nurse looked at me, and then at the green light above my head, a little surprised : "You recover quickly."

"It's said to be a stress reaction." I stared into his eyes, "It's normal to recover quickly—doctor, can I have another mental examination?"

He looked back at me without hesitation: "Of course, come with me."

I followed him into the examination room, and sat in a cabin-shaped armchair under the guidance of the attending physician.

Surrounded by the equipment, I felt faintly uneasy, and pretended to be funny and asked: "This is not an electric chair, is it?"

"You're joking." The doctor denied me expressionlessly, "Please look up."

I looked up and saw a light screen hanging from the top of the armchair. As the instrument was running, increasing numbers began to appear on the light screen.

"This all-round mental detector will conduct a relatively complete mental examination on you." The doctor explained, "Barrose will not use the inferior equipment with a high error rate outside on you. Here, every item of your data It will be the most timely, authoritative, and accurate."

"That is to say, whether I can be discharged from the hospital depends entirely on the inspection of this machine?"

"You can say that." He looked at me, and suddenly showed a smile that was not a smile, like a stiff mask inadvertently twitched, "Of course, if you think our equipment has made a mistake, you can also apply Use other facilities for follow-up consultations, but the equipment used must have undergone at least the same level of authoritative inspection."

I stopped talking and continued to look up at the light screen above my head.

The green numbers appear line by line, including height, weight, heart rate, and breathing rate, and the last line that keeps increasing is the mental fluctuation value that is the focus of monitoring this time.

I watched it keep increasing without saying a word. Not surprisingly, it quickly exceeded 150, turned yellow, and continued to increase significantly. When the value exceeded 200, the growth rate gradually weakened.

I glanced at the doctor out of the corner of my eye. His expression was more serious than mine. If it wasn't for Wild Rose, I would definitely regard him as a dedicated and responsible doctor.

Fortunately, my mental fluctuations began to rise and fall at the same time after 300, and there was basically no change when it rose to around 350.

"I think my treatment can come to an end." I breathed a sigh of relief, "The value measured by Mr. Police at that time may be related to the sudden stimulation I suffered. Now I have calmed down. Although the value is not in the normal range, but At least you don't have to live here anymore."

The doctor frowned, and a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face: "Sorry, Mr. Meng, although what you said makes sense, but..."

Before he finished speaking, the instrument under me suddenly made a sharp beep.

I was startled and wanted to jump up from the armchair, but two protective belts stretched out from both sides of the armrest with a "swish", binding me firmly to the chair.

"What's going on here?" I struggled vigorously, "Your instrument is broken, stop it quickly!"

The doctor looked up at me and said meaningfully: "It is indeed broken, but not now, but just now."

I followed his gaze, and was horrified to find that the number that had just stopped growing suddenly changed rapidly, changing from yellow to red almost instantly, and finally stopped at a number that made my eyes tear open: "508".

"It's impossible!" I gritted my teeth, "It obviously stopped just now, what did you do to it?"

"I haven't." The doctor stretched out his hands that were always in his pockets and shook them at me, "I think it may have misreported the data for some reason just now, but it is fully intelligent and will soon You can fix your own problems, adjust the wrong data, and I think the numbers you see now are the correct answer."

"I don't believe it—you let it loose me. It is impossible for my mental fluctuation value to remain unchanged. I can speak now. Isn't this the best proof?"

"You said it yourself, your aphasia is a stress reaction, and you can recover when you calm down." He approached me, passed me, and gently stroked the machine that imprisoned me, "So this number reflects It’s actually your real condition, isn’t it?”

Ghosts believe his words!

I remembered what the patient said to me yesterday. This group of damn doctors manipulated the equipment and drove every resident here into a real lunatic. I know my condition better than anyone else, and my spirit is fine. , I'm sober, I can't yell at him like a madman, it will only add more chips to him.

"Anyway, please let this machine let me go." I tried to discuss with him rationally, "I have never done anything to hurt myself or others, even if my condition is abnormal, I don't need to be restricted .”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Meng." He refused me without hesitation, "It's not my judgment to tie you up, it's the choice of this instrument. I can explain to you, you know what it means if the mental fluctuation value exceeds 500 ?"

I took a deep breath: "I know, it's a crime."

"Not only that." He smiled strangely, "You should have known that even serial murderers, murderers who mutilate their victims, may have a mental wave value of only around 480."

"I've never done anything like this."

"You don't, 500+ patients tend to disdain to do this kind of thing, they will start their show with grander and more creative means, they will treat themselves as martyrs, but in fact they are just antisocial madman." The doctor sat down in front of me, crossed his hands, and looked into my eyes, "You said you didn't kill and dismember the body, so have you tried anything else? For example, set a fire to all the doctors and patients here Burning to ashes, or blowing up the entire pier? Need I remind you again? Have you ever thought about blowing yourself and the whole world to pieces with a small chip bomb?"

I suddenly narrowed my pupils.

If it was said that the raging anger was still surging in my mind just now, but at this moment, it was completely replaced by fear.

They know everything.

They have been monitoring me, not only spying on my words and deeds, but also knowing every thought of me like the back of their hands.

My thoughts, my persistence, my desires and obsessions, all of them are life-or-death major choices in my mind, but in the eyes of this group of people, they are like highlights of a talk show on TV. Sincerely, it just needs to be accompanied by a joyous, grand canned laugh.

I should have known from the beginning of the music in the bathroom that my brain has long been a tool used by others for fun. Briar Rose has not treated me for a long time, but is playing with my nerves like a cat catching a mouse. I believe that I am healthy and hopeful, and after a while, I slap the bright red number on my face-it is impossible for me to get out of here through legitimate channels. I believe that as long as they are willing, they don’t even need to do anything. Any instrument will give a value over five hundred.

All questions come back to square one, how did that maniac get the chip bomb in this place full of eyes inside and out?

That's not a bomb at all!It was just a play, a small and exquisite prop, which gave me unnecessary hope and at the same time confirmed my madness. The wild rose threw me a bait, and I took the bait without hesitation, and sent the evidence that I was a madman to me. into their hands.

If I were a normal person, I should have doubts on the first day I got the chip, but I needed it so much, I took it urgently, the doctor said it was right, I really secretly longed to use my own flesh and blood to treat it. This bad world blows up all together.

Am I insane?

Am I a lunatic! !

I seem to hear the loud laughter coming from my head, which is the mockery of the world to me, and then the alarm rings in my ears, my eyes are wide open, the eyes are lax, and the eye sockets seem to become empty Not only that, my whole body became empty, all organs disappeared, my body was full of air, floating in the air like a balloon.

I'm dying!My body is going to explode!

In a trance, I saw my eyes reflected on the light screen. Those bloodshot eyeballs were terrifying, and three bloody numbers were reflected in the dark blue pupils: 553.

"The mental fluctuation value exceeds 550, accompanied by strong visual hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, and anti-social behavior tendencies. Such patients are strongly aggressive, often either destroying themselves, or causing serious harm or destruction to others or social order.

Immediate intervention is required and recovery is not possible. "

—— "Code of Adult Mental Health Education"

I was wheeled into the operating room.

The layout of the operating room is very familiar, so familiar that it makes people feel familiar. I have walked into such a room countless times when I was working in White Rose. There is a bed, cold intubation, blue petri dishes, and surrounding the room. giant supercomputer.

It suddenly occurred to me that when I was still studying a long time ago, I naively joined a student organization and called on the society to treat ordinary people and women equally. Only now did I understand that we are originally the same.

The cannula will enter my brain, and my consciousness will be played wantonly. If I still have that piece of chip bomb in my mouth, I will definitely bite it without hesitation.

The moment I lay on the operating bed, out of the corner of my eye I noticed the scalpel next to my pillow. This reminded me of the leucocephaly surgery that was popular in the last century. Or cut my memory?There is nothing new under the sun, but technology has improved after a hundred years. It is also the use of surgery to make people tame and harmless. The latter at least preserves people's productive labor and reproductive ability.

The attending physician put on white plastic gloves slowly, and politely greeted the programmer who wrote the code behind him. I took advantage of the moment when he turned his head, and quickly took the scalpel into my hand.

This action was not hidden from the doctor's eyes, and I didn't expect to be able to hide it from his eyes. I pressed the blade against my neck and calmed my wrists, making sure that if someone competed with me, I would cut my own throat first.

"You're really going to cause me trouble." The doctor complained coldly, but didn't show any nervousness at all. He bent his knuckles nonchalantly and knocked on the operating table.

I froze, but the next second, the knife in my hand disappeared.

A cold hand grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away as if trying to crush my bones. The scalpel was in his hand in just a moment. I don't even know how he pulled it away. snatched away.

"Very well done." The doctor boasted, and I angrily turned my head to look, but only saw a slender figure in a white coat.

Probably the assistant in charge of assisting the operation.

His hand was still tightly wrapping my wrist, I struggled, but he squeezed it even tighter. When I touched it, I suddenly felt a little slippery. There seemed to be a thin layer of webbing between the wide palm. .

I stopped abruptly.

Half of the strength in the man's hand was removed, and he quietly stroked the back of my hand with his fingertips, rubbing it comfortingly.

I suspect I am hallucinating.

With my current mental wave value, hallucinations are not a strange thing.

I almost shed tears again.

While preparing for the operation, the attending physician gave me a playful look: "What? Are you afraid? Or do another test, and if it falls below [-], you will be given probation."

I ignored him and turned my head away.

He bent down to look at my expression maliciously, and in the next second, a stream of warm liquid sprayed out and splashed all over me.

I widened my eyes, and saw that Sangsang tore off the blue mask used to cover his face, and stabbed the attending doctor in the heart. He looked coldly at the gushing blood, and turned the handle of the knife on his fingertips. , and then pulled it out neatly, and the doctor who was mocking me in every possible way not long ago was killed immediately, without even having time to make a sound.

It was only when the corpse fell to the ground that the programmer on the first plate realized that he had seen a ghost and ran out. He didn’t even look at it, and pulled me out of the straps of the operating bed with one hand, and the bloody scalpel shot out from his hand. It came out, pierced the man's throat, and nailed him to the wall. The blood spurted out from the ruptured artery stained the entire wall red like a spring.

I froze and couldn't move for a while. This was the first time I saw a person die alive in front of my eyes, and it was also the first time I saw so much blood.

The strong smell of blood made me unable to breathe. Sangsang didn't care at all, she put me on her shoulders like a sandbag, kicked the toughened glass window with her flying kick, and jumped out of the broken window hole with her arms around me .

I almost doubt that I am really dreaming.

All of this is beyond the reach of human beings. I looked at the dizzying floors below, and I saw Angie, who was holding me, deftly descending along the wall with strength, her white coat was blown up by the wind, and she was approaching the ground. At that moment, he grabbed one side of the curtain, jumped out, and took advantage of the momentum to leap to the surface of the sea.

I saw the familiar speedboat in the distance.

He put me in the stern, and then rushed to the building not far away again. The siren rang through the pier, and many security guards from Briar Rose had stepped on the water to catch up to the shallows. I looked worriedly at the unarmed Sangsang, who was pale. There was no expression on his face, the blood splattered, the siren blared, and more and more corpses, nothing could move him; his strength completely surpassed the scope of normal human beings, and his way of killing even in the movies and TV shows It is also unheard of in the play. He can strangle people like a giant python, twist his neck with one hand, and pierce his fingertips into people's hearts.

His fingers are extraordinarily long, and the slightly opened webbed palms seem to be natural blood grooves when killing people.

I took a few steps back and for a moment thought of jumping into the sea to escape, when a hand grabbed my ankle.

Lu Xuyan sat in the driver's seat, looked at me quietly, and said to me with his eyes: Don't run away.

The speedboat sailed farther and farther away, and the figures on the beach became smaller and smaller. Soon I heard gunshots, but the screams did not diminish because of the gunshots.

I may be crazy, but I'm not stupid. At this moment, I can be sure that my Sangsang is not an ordinary Angel.

No, he might not be an Angie at all.

He shouldn't be stuck in the showroom like a piece of merchandise at all, and he should never be forced to be my wife because of Hawkins' revenge, a fight like that can be judged at a glance, he is not strictly formal Training is a humanoid weapon made for killing.

I dare not think any further.

All this has touched the forbidden zone in my heart.

Haiwei Wharf quickly disappeared from our sight, and a snow-white figure jumped up from the sea water, standing wetly beside me.

Sangsang took off the blood-stained white coat and threw it into the sea. The clothes torn by the sea wind quickly disappeared in the black waves.

He leaned down and held my face with his blood-stained hands. It could be seen that the hands had been carefully washed, but the fingers were still filled with dark red that could not fade away.

"It will end soon, Meng Liang." He leaned over and kissed my face, "This will end soon."