What is it like to be a wizard in modern times?

No. 449 Su'an Road, this place is very famous in Shenshi, as famous as No. 879 Linzhou Road, which is three stops away from the subway. As long as you mention the address, the people of Shenshi will know what you are talking about.

One is a psychiatric hospital, the Third People's Hospital of Shen City on Su'an Road, one of the earliest specialized hospitals for mental illness in Huaguo, and the other is a prison, mostly Linzhou Prison for violent crimes.

Both places are haunted.

Lin Zhou Prison was originally a mass grave. There were dozens or twenty different versions of the haunted story from long ago. Later, it became a prison to lock up a group of criminals with dirty hands. I don’t know why, but instead Much quieter.

However, the story of the Third People’s Hospital, referred to as the Third Hospital, did not spread so early. It began to spread three or five years ago. It was said that there was a patient who used to be a little singer, but later became seriously ill and jumped from upstairs without being watched. When I got down, my head was smashed and my brains were all over the floor. Several nurses I saw were so frightened that they resigned.

Since then, there have been singing sounds in the hospital from time to time, singing the song from the little singer's album, and it is said that he also sang that song before he died.The hospital got scared when the story spread, so it simply sealed off the ward [-] where the little singer lived before his death. Half of the floor here was used as a warehouse, and patients were no longer housed.

Originally, the mental state of the patients living here was not very stable, so they could get scared by being haunted.

……

...He actually didn't intend to scare people.

Eight Zero Three, who once lived in Ward [-], is still living in Ward [-] now, and he has nowhere to go except here.

I don't know if it was because he committed suicide by jumping off a building and broke his brain. He can't remember many things during his lifetime.He knows that he is a singer and he still remembers some programs and activities he has participated in, but he can't remember who he is, and he can't remember how to sing.

Many times when he heard music playing on the radio, or some other activities in the hospital, he felt that he could sing well, but when he opened his mouth, he was at a loss as to what sound to make.

Maybe he would have cared about it before he was alive?After all, singing is the life of a singer, but he forgets many things after his death, whether he can sing or howl in a nonsensical way, it's the same for him.

It's like listening to those little nurses listening to (it is said to be) his songs during his lifetime, and regretting his brilliant talent and early death. If he was alive, he might feel excited, joyful and somewhat ironic. Now it's just like listening to a stranger's story.

But one thing to say, the song is really nice.

Ba[-] floated in Ward No. [-] without touching the ground, inspecting every particle of accumulated dust, moldy walls, and moth-eaten curtains as if he inspected his own territory.

And a rose in a broken vase on the windowsill.

A delicate white rose, with its petals stretched out to its heart's content, with rotten yellow lines wrinkled on the petals, placed in a vase in a posture of dying, seems to be a natural match with this dusty room.

The rose that [-] picked up in the grass downstairs, the grass directly below the window in ward [-], the nurses said that he fell headfirst from the window on the stone edge of the grass, and died on the spot. What pain.

When he saw it, the rose was lying in the grass just like when he fell down—a pitiful and resigned look, which made him uncontrollable, and secretly picked up the rose in the middle of the night, and raised it in a place where the little nurse secretly dropped it. In a broken vase here.

The material of the vase is actually very good, and the price on the market is four or five digits. It used to be placed in the dean's office as a decoration, but the little nurse accidentally smashed a gap and dared not admit it, so she stuffed it into [-] The ward pushed it to the haunted head.

It was a strange thing that the lost vase inexplicably appeared in the abandoned ward with locked doors and windows. In addition, it was windy and rainy that day, and the cloud outside was so low that it was about to hit the ground. Hurry up, and add new material to the haunted rumors of the hospital.

Eight Zero Three doesn't mind being blamed for things like this occasionally, he's a dead man and he's not interested in asking the living, and unknowingly, there are more and more legends about him in the hospital, and he turned into a siren to kill people with singing The presence.

Obviously he can't even sing the simplest song "Little Star" well, and he can't even get half a note in tune with his mouth.

Ba Lingsan sighed, the living cared about telling the stories of the dead, and the dead had no room to refute, with that caressing mind, he would rather stare blankly at the rose for more fun.

It may be that his mental illness during his lifetime has not healed after his death. He always seems to be able to hear the rose singing, humming a tune as soft as the night wind, floating up and down in the sun like dust.

Only he can hear, and sometimes his friends—ghosts or some little monsters—come to him, and Rose will be silent. Some of his friends have read a few books, and they use the little prince to tease him, so In the moonlight at night, the rose sang the story of the little prince again.

The lyrics are lyrical and gentle narrative poems, telling a dreamy and wonderful story like a fairy tale before going to bed.

The rose liked him.Ba Zero Three thought narcissistically, he was somewhat unwilling to see this rose wither, but when he saw this rose, it was half dead and about to wither.

But this rose sings so beautifully, like the moonlight and the evening wind, all lingering in the fragrant stamens of the rose.

Rose only sang to him.

So no one recognized that this was the white rose that Mr. Wizard was looking for. Although they were all white roses, this one was not delicate enough and not white enough, and the petals were full of yellow wrinkles. It will stretch a little after a while, not so like the discarded flowers in the trash can.

But after a long time, Mr. Fendra, the chief tenor, can't be found. It's not a solution. The reward offered by Banci is really attractive. The white peony next door is accused of being a white rose, not to mention this one. Not very pretty but real roses.

Holding the vase, [-] foolishly watched Manager Flor crying with tears and snot rushing towards him, subconsciously moved aside, and Mr. Flor passed through his body and jumped into the air.

Manager Flor is [-]% sure that the ghost [-] is holding the missing Mr. Fendra. He can distinguish every wrinkle and every leaf that falls from the stem. It only needs to be soaked overnight in a special medicine.

"Tomorrow is the performance, you can't be like this, the audience is waiting." Manager Flor chattered to the rose, but the rose was only half-closed petals, and did not respond as if he was just an ordinary rose.

Decadent, dejected, and a little ugly, this is the true face of the big star Mr. Fendra.

Impatient with being chanted, the petals are tightly gathered in the vase and pretended to be dead. If you keep chanting, I will jump out of the vase and commit suicide.

As a result, everyone had no way of knowing what happened to him to appear in Eight Zero Three's vase, and what they were thinking to close the flower buds and pretend to be dead, so no one could call him out.

If he insisted on making him sing without any hope, Manager Flor kept wiping his sweat while looking at [-]'s bloody and blurred face, and tentatively said: "Then... this gentleman , can you go with us first?"

No matter what, you can't rely on Mr. Rothbart to settle the matter. Even if Bancy doesn't care and still enjoys watching the show, as the manager of the March Song and Dance Troupe, he can't let the chief tenor be so unkempt. It looks like too many people have seen it.

Otherwise, how can we not stick to the worldly high-altitude flower character design, and attract a steady stream of audiences to the song and dance troupe.

Bancy actually wanted to say that he would go to the March Song and Dance Troupe to watch the performance. Many of them really didn’t go for Fendra’s fake white lotus. Besides, it’s the first time that Fendra wore a white rose When he came out, his character design had almost collapsed.

It's just that the managers, assistants, and brokers were more stupid than the other, because they didn't taste the deep meaning of a white rose so bright and aboveboard, and the other members who got a taste of it didn't dare to say anything to the chief tenor.

Oh, and Uther.

The sea witch knew the essence of Fendra's voice when he heard it, so he was not surprised that Fendra would disappear and resist passively. Trying to coax Fendra out.I don't know if this ghost broke his brain, but he didn't realize that this matter has nothing to do with him, he could just pat his ass and walk away.

[-] looked at Uther puzzled, as if he said something strange and unreasonable.

"This is my rose." He said in a natural tone, and the blood dripping from his body dripped onto Uther's clothes.

Holding the rose in his arms, he unconsciously hummed a few melodies without a key, his voice was low and soft, as if he had known him before.

Uther stopped sketching on the score and looked at Eight Zero Three.

"Otherwise, I'll let you sing instead."