[Comprehensive] Martyrdom is not a good civilization

"New doctor at 0628?" Dazai's kite-colored pupils locked on my work card, with a drawn-out tone.

Dazai's eyes were silent, and there was no movement in the depths of his eyes. He looked at me as if he were looking at a stranger.

I suddenly became nervous, with fine sweat on my head: "Mr. Dazai, do you still know me...?"

I asked this question, and I already guessed the answer.

Dazai looked at my terrified eyes, and showed a smile full of interest: "I have no impression at all, the doctor's strike-up is outdated."

The air twisted in his smile, the viscous malice enveloped me and squeezed my breathing space, and my hair seemed to become heavy under Dazai's gaze.

If it wasn't for the completely different eyes, I almost thought Dazai was playing a prank.

I stood there at a loss, maybe I should untie the restraint belt on Dazai, but his eyes made me feel the real danger.

No, I have to calm down.

Did Dazai lose his memory or is there another "Dazai Osamu" here, and the Dazai I know is not here at all?

By the way, Dazai is disqualified from the world!Maybe I can test him with supernatural powers...

Now Dazai is restrained on the hospital bed, he is not a tyrannosaurus rex who can violently hurt people, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

I shook my legs and pulled the chair next to me to sit beside Dazai's bed.

"Mr. Dazai, can we chat for a while? This will help with healing...haha." I smiled dryly and racked my brains to start a conversation.

Dazai refused with a smile, and his voice was frivolous and frightening: "Lying on the hospital bed and dying silently in the dark is also a good choice, treatment doesn't matter at all."

"..." This tone, tsk.

I pressed the blue veins popping on my forehead, and forcibly continued the conversation: "The bandage on your head has come loose, I'll put it back on for you."

Without waiting for Dazai's reaction, I stretched out my hand to untie his bandage and wrap it up bit by bit.

Dazai stared straight at me with fixed eyes, I withdrew my hand and gave him a provocative smile.

Alright, Dazai himself is right that he can't use his abilities when he comes into contact with them.

I stood up and opened the thick curtains, and the bright golden sunlight suddenly penetrated the glass and scattered all over the place.

Dazai's kite-colored eyes were slightly narrowed by the light, and there was a false light in his eyes.

"It's so dazzling, pull up the curtains, Miss Doctor."

"I refuse. A clean and clear environment is conducive to the cultivation of positive emotions for patients." I babbled nonsense, feeling very complicated.

The suicide that Dazai said was never a joke, but I don’t know why seeing him lying on the hospital bed is especially angry this time.

It was quiet for a while, I lowered my head not knowing what to say.

"Ah... I can be sure that there is no Miss Doctor in my memory." Dazai tilted his head to look at me, his black curly hair was messy, his sickly complexion and snow-white bandage almost blended together, his voice was full of temptation . "But Miss Doctor seems very familiar to me..."

I'm familiar with Dazai's deceitful expression, but the sad thing is that this time it's aimed at me.

The friend's head is not clear, and he uses various routines to target himself. He is so wronged that he is about to cry.

"No, I misidentified the person." I turned my face away from looking at Dazai, and stretched out my hand to slightly close the curtain to cover the sunlight falling on his face. "It's better to get more sunshine."

The last time it was all up to Dazai to go back smoothly, this time he is stupid so let me find the way back.

I closed the door of the ward and thought about it before locking it again. Dazai didn't use the key to break into the women's dormitory at night last time. If he really figured it out, he would always have a way.As for Dazai losing his memory, I've just opened up enough holes for him to sense that something's wrong.

Let him entangle himself and think about it, so he can save himself trouble.

I went back to the office to look through the materials, and there was a mess of papers piled up on the table.

I couldn't understand various medical terms and disease diagnoses at all, and I had never even heard of some diseases. I put down the materials and got up to observe the layout of the office.

As a single-person office, it is very spacious, and there are even green plants that evolve air on the desk.Next to the single bed behind the blackout curtain is connected to a small bathroom with a shower head and vacuum-packed disposable clothes, and the facilities are well arranged.

I don't know what the structure of other mental hospitals is like, but something is obviously wrong here.Doctors are not allowed to use mobile phones during work, which means they cannot communicate with the outside world. They live in a well-equipped office, much like a guard in a prison.

——And the patients here are the heinous criminals.

Not right, very wrong.

If it is the same as last time, then there will be a group of "punishment game" players who will be assigned various identities, will they be patients or doctors?

There will be interns arriving tomorrow... will those people be in there?

I walked around and started to diverge my thoughts. When I was thinking, I was used to writing down my thoughts on paper, but I was alone in an emergency, and I was also charged with the arduous task of letting Dazai, the troublemaker, go back safely. .

The whitewashed walls are plastered with hospital regulations.

"Patients are not allowed to leave the ward during non-active hours, and extreme patients can use special treatment methods..."

Special treatment methods... I think of the insane mental hospitals that I saw in movies and literary works using illegal methods to torture patients to satisfy their perverted desires.

So, the condition of Reiko Tsuruta in Ward 618 is very wrong, and so is Dazai.

I looked at each word carefully, my fingertips ran across the paper pasted on the wall, and the ink fell off and my hands were black.

Skipping a few general regulations, I continued to look down: "Medical staff on duty at night are not allowed to walk in the corridor after midnight, and are not allowed to go out, otherwise all accidental consequences will be at your own risk."

This is a direct hint that there may be an accident in the hospital after twelve o'clock.

I continued to read, and the last one was marked in red: "All medical staff are not allowed to bring communication tools into the hospital, and all information in the hospital is not allowed to be released."

It seems that there is nothing wrong with it. Patients' privacy should not be spread indiscriminately, but I have an intuition that the "information" here is not simple.

I stared blankly for a while, then turned around and went to the desk to search for the hospital introduction of Baishui Mental Hospital.

A few small drawers under the desk were labeled, "Patient File", "Medical Record", and "Warehouse". I skipped these formulaic ones and opened the drawers full of sundries.

Inside the drawer were hospital leaflets, recruitment documents, several packs of unopened napkins and a bottle of light pink nail polish.

It should have been left by the previous doctor. I just took out the leaflet and closed the drawer.

The hospital on the leaflet is photographed in a very refreshing and atmospheric way, with birds flying over the light blue sky and green willows fluttering in a peaceful and peaceful way.

"Tuk Tuk."

The sudden knock on the door made me open the drawer reflexively, and quickly stuffed the leaflets in.

I looked up and saw the Oda doctor looking at me suspiciously.

We looked at each other for a moment, and he suddenly understood and showed an apologetic expression: "Sorry for the interruption."