[Comprehensive] Martyrdom is not a good civilization

The train was swaying, and I covered my mouth and yawned to resist sleepiness.I am most afraid of sleeping in the station alone in the car. I have such a miserable experience and I don’t want to try it again.

I blinked the moisture out of my eyes, and my field of vision seemed to be covered with a high-blurry mosaic, and the world changed again after my sight was refocused.

This feeling is not unfamiliar, and I even have a feeling that it has finally come again.

The sound gradually changed from blurred to clear, like an old TV tuned to the best frequency. I saw a middle-aged woman in a white coat open and close her lips: "Sakura Valley, change your clothes and bring your work card, and you will come here to gather. Remember to hand in your mobile phone, it is not allowed to use mobile phones during work in our hospital."

This time it's a hospital, my character is a doctor?This is much more difficult than the last time I acted in true colors. I don’t know if Dazai will come this time...

"Okay senior." I smiled, even a little excited in my heart.

Unlike last time, this time I still have the backpack with the talisman paper in it.

I squeezed the straps tightly, having it barely secure in place.

The iron cabinets in the dressing room are full of rust, and some of the keyholes have old keys inserted in them.The height of the room is very low, as if the ceiling will fall if you raise your face slightly, it feels very depressing.

My name was written on the neckline of the white coat with a red ballpoint pen, and there was no name on the work card, only the serial number - 0628.

The style of the white coat is slightly different from that of middle-aged women. I guess I am an intern or a newly appointed doctor.Putting on my white coat and work badge, I carefully put the talisman paper in my body pocket.

I'm not being cowardly - valuables should be kept close to you, otherwise what will you do if you lose them.

I put my bag and lock it in the cabinet, and I went back to the lounge just now.

Someone was already waiting in the lounge, and he was wearing a white coat of the same style as mine and sat on a chair in a proper manner.

The man was tall, with a height of around [-] by visual inspection, with a stubble on his chin but looked very young.

"Hello." He nodded to me, his eyes paused for a moment on the scrunchie on my head.

"Hello." His voice was a bit familiar, but he couldn't hear anything in just a few words. I struggled for a moment and gave up thinking.

The old anti-theft door creaked and was pushed open. The middle-aged female doctor stared at me for a moment and fixed her eyes firmly on me: "Sakura, follow me, Oda, go to the next door to find Dr. Ino."

"it is good."

The lights in the corridor were very bright, and the pale light hit the sky blue painted walls, the color was surprisingly cold.

I lowered my head and followed behind the middle-aged female doctor, walked through the oppressive corridor and made several turns, and finally she stopped in front of Ward 617.

The female doctor pointed to the three wards 617, 618, and 619 with the doors closed: "These are the three patients treated by the previous doctor number 628. Now you are fully responsible."

take full charge of?

With a stiff face, I responded with a lack of confidence: "...Okay."

"Well, now let me introduce you to the patient." The female doctor introduced me dutifully with a straight face.

"Ube Jiro in Ward 617 suffers from Cotard's syndrome."

The female doctor opened the door of the ward with the key, and I saw the thin patient sitting at the end of the bed and muttering to himself.

I don't understand the medical terms, but the thick curtains that can't see light and the closed environment that doesn't circulate at all in the ward, if you don't get sick, you will get sick.

"Doctor, my internal organs! It's moving...it's moving!" Ube Jiro's thin cheeks sunken in, and his eye sockets were sunken.

The female doctor ignored him, closed the door and took me to 618 next door.

The female doctor slightly opened the door of the ward: "Reiko Tsuruta, suffers from severe persecution paranoia."

"boom!"

The young woman with disheveled hair was lying on the crack of the door, the corner of her mouth was raised high and she grinned exaggeratedly and frighteningly: "Hahahaha...the devil has sent a new executioner, haha..."

The female doctor closed the door mercilessly, and I took a step back to see Reiko Tsuruta staring at me, with bloodshot eyes spreading from the whites of her eyes.

"The last one, Ward 619... I'll give you the key and go by yourself later." The female doctor paused for a while, her hand holding the key trembled slightly, her tone was cold and she directly skipped Ward 619.

"Uh, good. Do seniors have their specific information?" Is there a scourge in Ward 619?I took the keychain, and the coolness of the metal rushed from my fingertips to my brain.

"Our hospital only uses paper materials, and the patient files are all in the office." The soft-soled shoes made a dull sound when they stepped on the ground, and the female doctor's steps were as steady as a robot. "There is no staff dormitory in the hospital, and all doctors and nurses sleep in their own offices."

The hospital is so well decorated, why is there no staff dormitory?

"Hmm." I didn't dare to say anything, I didn't dare to ask anything, I could only complain silently in my heart.

The female doctor looked at me expressionlessly, her black eyes were like pools of stagnant water.She led me forward and pushed open the door next to Ward 619: "This is your office. You have worked hard to take care of me today. A new batch of intern nurses will arrive tomorrow."

In addition to piles of paper materials in the office, I also saw beds and quilts behind half-open curtains, and the hospital-specific blue-striped quilt cover was washed white.

"Okay, thank you senior."

"I'll give you a piece of advice, don't run around at midnight." The female doctor said at last, and walked away quickly as if relieved. When she left, she walked past Ward 619 with even bigger steps.

Even if the patients in Ward 619 are extremely vicious, they can't do it through the door.

I watched the female doctor leave as if running away, and sat on the chair in front of the desk puzzled.

I threw the labeled keychain on the table, and the cold temperature of the keys hurt my hands.

Mobile phones are not allowed, there are no computers in the office, and the recording method is the most primitive handwriting... Except for medical equipment, there are no modern tools here.

This is not a hospital, but a prison.

I flipped through the files of the three patients, and out of curiosity I first picked out the one in Ward 619.

"White Water Psychiatric Hospital Files - Patient in Ward 619: Osamu Dazai, male, admitted for suicide..."

Eh?Dazai!Oh hoo, found the organization!

I dropped the document, picked up the key and rushed out.

Of course I didn't see the last few words on the file - the man was sociopathic, mentally versed, and extremely dangerous. Doctor No. 0628 has resigned for three terms.

Naturally, he didn't notice Dazai's invisible eyes and faint smile in the photo.The color of the photo was lost in his smile, and it became gray.

I ran over to open the door of the ward, and the light flooded into Dazai's face in hospital gown on the bed.

Dazai was tied up with a restraint belt, lying obediently on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, his long eyelashes trembling slightly.

Something seemed wrong, I took a step back subconsciously and said in a low voice, "...Mr. Dazai?"

Dazai opened his eyes, and I saw the strangeness in the depths of his pupils and the coldness that I had never seen before.