core ruins

last fall.

"Doctor, I can use—" Before the young male patient sitting on the hospital bed finished speaking, the doctor turned around and closed the door with the medical records in his hands.

The doctor leaned on the door and wrote "Ditto" in the column of the conversation log in the patient file of the mental hospital, and then walked to the next patient's room.The doctor sighed and thought as he walked: At the beginning, he saw that the patient was pleasing to the eye and obedient, and he wanted to treat him better, but he turned out to be a complete lunatic... The doctor lowered his eyes and thoughtfully wrote "" in the description of the disease. High IQ, anti-human personality, severe self-mutilation" took a pen and nodded slowly.

"Doctor, can I exchange the design drawings and specific creation process of mechanical life with you for a day's walk? It's just outside the playground."

The doctor who heard this sentence for the first time smiled and said nothing, just recorded the conversation bit by bit in the medical record.This new patient who just arrived today makes a good first impression.The first is the good-looking face.He has a three-dimensional outline, deep eye sockets but is not of mixed race, basically has no facial expressions, is very quiet, and will not perform crazy physical behaviors or speak nonsense.Although his lower leg and right hand were cut off by himself, the doctor is used to this kind of self-mutilation which is still beautiful.

In the following period of time, every time the doctor routinely came to have a short communication with the patient to observe his mental state, he would always ask this question very calmly, even if the doctor ignored or refused, he just nodded silently, Don't ask me any more today, but the next day will still be as usual.The doctor was getting bored, and would always frown and smack his lips when he heard this sentence again.It didn't take long for doctors to skip this ward during routine check-ups.But he enjoys the silence very much, and he prefers to look at the ever-changing sky than looking at human faces.It seems so, the doctor occasionally observed the patient through the window, and came to such a conclusion, but at the same time, he was surprised by his illness... What about high IQ and anti-humanity?How could there be no performance at all?But immediately in the ward not far away came the sound of metal collisions and harsh cries of an emotionally out-of-control patient trying to break free from the restraint belt. The doctor stopped thinking about it and walked directly to the ward over there.

This is a recently completed private mental hospital located in the suburbs. It only accepts a few patients sporadically, so the degree of damage to the building by the patients is greatly reduced, and it looks quite grand from the outside.The doctor stood in front of the hospital with a bunch of folders in his arms, looked up at the hospital, then turned around humming a song and left.She received a notice from her leader in the morning that the private hospital had been transferred to someone else, and the original staff could be transferred to a general hospital, and some patients would also be transferred.Of course the doctor is happy, what future can there be in this small private mental hospital?When I came here, I just wanted to use it as a springboard. After gaining experience, I would transfer to other hospitals. This time, the pie fell from the sky. I hadn’t taken the initiative to change jobs, and the hospital was acquired even though it was still in tepid operation.

Seeing the doctors and patients walking away, Shang Lian, who had been resting his chin on the window sill, straightened up and moved his left wrist, then bent down and took out the mechanical leg and right hand he had made from under the bed installed.The moment the robotic hand touches the skin, it automatically turns into a black glove, and the mechanical feet also turn into leather shoes.

While taking off his pale hospital gown, Shang Lian changed into his favorite dark blue shirt and pure black trousers, while feeling the compatibility between his body and the machine, he said silently: "Madness is a cover up, and pretending to be crazy is also a cover up. But the drawings I mentioned are true."