Full-level Celestial Master is forbidden to paddle [Unlimited]

It was several hours later when Yu Yi walked out of Dean Li's office.Because of work arrangements, he had to mess around in the office all morning.After lunch, he walked towards the robin's ward by observing his condition.

The daily life of the entire mental hospital, like its closed space, follows a fixed and closed development trend.There are few people walking in the corridor, and the people who pass by in the hall from time to time are just like the screen in the hall that is flickering with snowflakes all day long and making harsh noises. .

Sometimes someone collapsed without warning, and sometimes a corpse was skillfully carried onto a stretcher. The cloud of death enveloped everyone in this mental hospital, soaking every careful and humble breath.

Yu Yi's eyes paused on a corpse on a stretcher, and then looked away.This is a world projected by memories, and all deaths are inevitable endings. He cannot change what has actually happened, and can only do his best to find the source of all these deaths.

What would be the source of the lethal mutation of the 18-year-old recessive gene accompanying this civilization?

Thinking of this, Yu Yi knocked on the door of the ward in front of him and walked in.The smell of disinfectant mixed with paint floated in the air of the ward. On the first bed, the lunatic was sitting quietly on the bed with his long curly hair hanging like yesterday.

The sound of the door opening didn't seem to be enough to wake the painting lunatic out of his own world, and his gaze was still out of focus.

"Good afternoon, little painter, the dean asked me to bring this to you." Yu Yi walked to the end of the painting lunatic's bed, coughed a few times, trying to attract the attention of the person on the bed.

The painting lunatic shuddered, and raised his head, his brown curly hair, which was not very docile, followed suit.His dark skin was very clean, and it seemed that he didn't find a chance to touch paints and brushes today.

"Good afternoon, doctor." The painting lunatic Na Na replied.

Yu Yi smiled and shook his right hand at the painting lunatic. In his right hand, he was holding a book wrapped in newspaper.He roughly flipped through the book, and learned from the simple text introduction on the title page that this is a heroic novel with simple language.

The novel is a typical bedtime reading with the template of "a certain hero saves the world". It tells a clichéd story that exaggerates the subjective power too much and seems unrealistic, but at least conveys the humanistic spirit.

This was originally one of the favorite storybooks of Dean Li's daughter. When he learned that he was going to visit the painting lunatic and the robin in the ward, Dean Li insisted on giving him this book and asked him to give it to the painting lunatic. Come.

The lunatic's eyes naturally focused on Yu Yi's hand following Yu Yi's movements. When the dusty newspaper cover caught his eyes, his expression brightened for a while, and a smile appeared on his face: "Is this "The Biography of Van Baker"? Doctor, thank you, Uncle Dean!"

Yu Yi picked up the vague memories about the book from the corner and shook it again and again, but to no avail, he naturally lowered his head, opened the title page of the book in his hand, glanced at it, and said, "Yes. Yes, no problem."

The painting lunatic stared at the book in Yu Yi's hand, and smiled happily: "Doctor, can you pass the book over for me? My leg is tied with a restraint belt, so I can't move it."

"Okay, but why?" Yu Yi handed the book to the lunatic, and glanced at the lunatic's legs. Because it was covered with a quilt, he didn't notice the trickiness under the quilt at first.

"Because I got into trouble again yesterday. It is said that the nurses have had a headache for a long time because of that wall." The painting lunatic held the book and smiled apologetically.

When the painting lunatic said this, Yu Yi's nose reflexively recalled the unique flavor of a newly painted hall wall.And judging from the thick coating on the nearby walls, it shouldn't be false that the painting lunatic is secretly a bully of the mental hospital.

Yu Yi shook his head with a smile, then saw the painting lunatic lower his head and whispered, "Doctor, are my paintings bad?"

"No, you draw pretty well." Yu Yi replied sincerely.

Although he couldn't appreciate the highly abstract paintings with crooked lines, messy colors and grotesque shapes that the painting lunatic painted on the wall yesterday, his ability to tell nonsense with his eyes open has been perfected.

"Really?" The painting lunatic smiled again, his dark eyes were transparent.Although this was a question, his tone already carried a familiar clarity.

"Really." Yu Yi immediately affirmed, "Everyone may just wonder why you painted on the wall."

"Because in this way, more people will see it. If there are more people who see it, maybe there will be someone who can understand me." The eyes of the painting lunatic suddenly became very bright. The environment and age allowed him to stay in enough places since childhood. In the safe ivory tower, perhaps because of this, when he talked about the painting, his voice was stubborn.

But this stubbornness was only for a moment, and he quickly returned to his original appearance: "I'm sorry for causing trouble to everyone. After my birthday is over, I will never do this again."

Yu Yi always felt that he should comfort the lunatic Hua, but he didn't know where to start, but the lunatic Hua took the initiative to expose this topic: "Doctor, are you here to find the robin today?"

"Yes." Yu Yi pushed the plain glasses on the bridge of his nose and said.

Although the actual purpose is not pure, but as Robin's attending doctor, it is more secure to answer like this.

"But, the robin has fallen asleep." The painting lunatic unconsciously rubbed the cover of the newspaper wrapped in his hand with his palm.

"I see." Yu Yi nodded and said with a smile, "It's okay, I can chat with you. What kind of person do you think Robin is?"

"He is a very good person." The painting lunatic said without hesitation.

Yu Yi agreed: "I think so too, but it's quite rare..."

"What's rare?" The painting lunatic looked up at Yu Yi.

Yu Yi looked at the painting lunatic and asked with great interest, "It's rare for someone to think so. He is not the type to actively communicate with others, he can't speak, and he can't understand what others are saying. Just rely on the paper Don’t you find it difficult to communicate with each other?”

"Of course not!" The painting lunatic was silent for a while, and then said seriously, "I think he can understand."

"Yes, he should have understood, but there may be a problem with his perception of himself. This is a mental illness." Yu Yi nodded and said in a rather official tone.

"No, it's not." The painting lunatic retorted eagerly.

"It's not what?" Yu Yi followed suit.

"He may not understand our language, he may not be able to speak, but he is the person in the world who can best understand what I am painting." The painting lunatic sat on the hospital bed and said seriously.

"Can't understand our language?"

"I mean, maybe he doesn't feel the same world as we do."

"How to say?"

"Because he is in the desert, the desert sky is always different from ours."

Yu Yi nodded to express his understanding, but it was only limited to his understanding. He couldn't empathize with him: "You think he is the person who understands you best. Relatively speaking, you may also be the person in the courtyard who understands him best."

"Yes...is that so?"

"Yes. So, I need your help."

"What help?" The painting lunatic looked puzzled.

Yu Yi looked into the eyes of the painting lunatic and said: "It has been several months since the robin came to our hospital, but until now, he still firmly believes that he can't hear or speak. This is a disease. As a knowledgeable The doctor in charge of the robin, I really want to cure his illness, but so far, I haven't found the source of the problem, so I want to ask you, is there any serious psychological problem in the robin? "

"No!" The painting lunatic shook his head firmly.

"That's it." Yu Yi withdrew his gaze, and said in a voice full of regret, "I originally thought that the robin's refusal to communicate with me at the beginning was a big improvement, but there are some words, It's still hard for him to tell others... By the way, if he does anything special in the future, please tell me."

"No problem." The painting lunatic smiled quietly.

"Thank you. Then I'll go first?" Yu Yi said goodbye and walked towards the door of the ward.

"Doctor." The lunatic's voice came from behind.

"What's wrong?" Yu Yi turned his head.

"Don't you see the robin?"

Yu Yi rubbed his chin, thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "No need, it's not good to wake him up."

The painting lunatic nodded.

The door of the ward was quickly closed.Today's routine examination is over, so only the painting lunatic sitting on the bed and the robin sleeping peacefully through the curtains are left in the ward.

The painting lunatic watched Yu Yi leave the ward, then fixedly stared at the glass on the door and the occasional shadows of passers-by reflected on the glass.Even if the air in the summer afternoon was mixed with the smell of disinfectant, it was still hypnotic. The corridor outside the ward, where there were not many people walking around, was even sparsely populated at this time, and the scene reflected on the glass quickly settled down.

The painting lunatic lowered his head, opened the newspaper cover of the book under his hand, and looked at the title page of the book.After looking at the few lines of words for a long time, he closed the cover and put the newly acquired book on the bookshelf beside the bed.On the bookshelf is a row of books that are also wrapped in newspapers. The titles of the books are marked with markers on the spines. Most of the titles are in the same format as "XX Biography".

The painting lunatic stroked the spines of a row of books with his thumb, then stretched his hand to the window, took out a pair of small scissors from the bottom of the quilt, and quickly cut off the restraint belt on his legs.He moved his knees and sat by the window.

Opposite him was the cloth curtain that separated him from the robin's bed.Looking at the cloth curtain, he suddenly said to himself, "I've been waiting a long time. The doctor has already left."

No voice responded to his words.

The painting maniac didn't seem to care about this at all, and continued: "I used to like reading hero novels very much. Because in the novels, there is always an indestructible hero who can save the world from fire and water. I often think, if It would be great if we had heroes like that.”

There was silence in the ward.

The lunatic still didn't care, and said to himself: "But, I found out later that there are only people like me who are waiting for heroes in this world."

"You said, will I not wait until the cure for genetic diseases is available?"

There was a sound like a breeze blowing through the cloth curtain in front of him.The cloth curtain separating the two beds was suddenly pulled open.Behind the cloth curtain, the robin was staring at him quietly with his thin back bent. In his hand, he held a piece of white paper with more than ten lines written on it.

"It won't," wrote the line to which the robin pointed.

And there is such a sentence on this line: "I seem to come from another world."

……

Yu Yi was sitting in the office, listening to the voice of a painting lunatic coming from the talisman paper in front of him.

The moment the painting maniac mentioned the robin, he felt something was wrong.The next words of the painting lunatic and the stiff body language all confirm this point.So he deliberately used the fact that "the robin is sick" to provoke the madman a few times, and the results showed that if one of the madman and the robin is Ji Heqing in this projected world, the robin is Ji Heqing.

Even if the robin is not Ji Heqing, it is very likely to be a person from another underground world.

The author has something to say: I didn’t do it yesterday because I’m going to write the following plot first... The front is too stuck, and the latter is more passionate.