monster guardian

……what.

Confirmed.

Really sick.

Mushui touched the sofa and sat down.

However, it can be seen that the relationship between Qi Xinghan and his relatives is very weak.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have yelled these two words in such a casual tone.

Qi Xinghan didn't worry too much about addressing, he looked at a white-painted door and said, "That's your room."

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Qi." Mushui heaved a sigh of relief.

If Qi Xinghan didn't want him to live in, he could only rent a house nearby.But this is a prime location, and I also know that the rent will not be low.

"If there is nothing else." Qi Xinghan moved his steps and walked in one direction.

There was a door painted black in that direction, with no extra decoration on it, and it was pasted on a snow-white wall. The contrast was sharp and strong, which made people feel uncomfortable instinctively.

Mushui stood up vigorously: "You know me, now it's time for me to get to know you. Is it convenient for you?"

"Understood?" Qi Xinghan turned his head a little dullly, looked at Mushui, and asked in a low voice: "How do you want to understand?"

Mushui pointed to the black door: "Can I go in?"

There are no extra decorations in the living room, it is empty, and there are hardly any personal items.

This is not conducive to his observation and understanding of Qi Xinghan's character and behavior.

Mushui asked again: "Is it possible?" His tone was cautious, and there seemed to be a little starlight leaking out of his dark eyes.

Qi Xinghan pursed his lower lip: "Yes."

Such cooperative patients are rare.

Mushui immediately relaxed a lot.

He followed Qi Xinghan and approached the black door together.

The door was locked, Qi Xinghan pressed his fingerprint, and with a "ding", the door automatically popped open a crack.

There was no light coming out of it, and it was as dark as an endless abyss.

Qi Xinghan didn't move, as if he was waiting for the guests to come in.

Mushui stretched out a finger and pushed the door, but the door opened smoothly without making a sound.

Mushui stretched out another finger, pawed at the wall and began to caress it. After touching it for a long time, he couldn't help but wonder: "Where is the light switch?"

"There is no light." Qi Xinghan said.

"No lights?" Mushui blinked.

Qi Xinghan looked down at him, eyes still filled with numbness and cold emotion, he said, "Why would a dead person need a lamp?"

……coming.

Cotard syndrome.

Severe delusions, thinking that one is dead, decaying, and that it is one's own body that sustains daily life.

If he hadn't met a real person, it would be difficult for Mushui to connect this sick person with the superstar in various reports.

He didn't correct Qi Xinghan's words, but said to Qi Xinghan in a serious discussion tone: "But I'm a living person, I need a lamp, otherwise I'll fall when I walk."

Qi Xinghan stared at him for a while: "I'll pretend tomorrow."

It's nice to talk.

At present, it seems that it is not as scary as the dean described.

Mushui thought to himself.

He took out his second-hand smartphone and turned on the flashlight function.

The beam of light shone out, illuminating a small area in front of him at once, and then Mushui found that the floor of the bedroom was covered with black tiles, even though he was wearing slippers, he felt a little cool after stepping on them.

Mushui walked in slowly, and then kept fiddling with the phone, adjusting the angle so that he could observe the whole room more completely.

After turning around, he found that there were no tables and chairs in the room.

There is only a two-meter-wide bed.

No, it doesn't even look like a bed.

He turned to look at Qi Xinghan.

Qi Xinghan was still standing at the door, never moving a step, he seemed to be standing there, staring at Mushui silently.

Mushui blinked in the dark, and asked, "Can I touch it?"

"can."

Qi Xinghan didn't seem to like talking very much.

Or, when he faced the camera, he had already said too much, so that after leaving the camera, he just wanted to be silent and save his energy.

Only then did Mushui turn his head back, and stretched out his hand to carefully touch the strange bed in front of him.

It's wood.

No sheets, no quilts and no pillows.

There is only such a dark two-meter-wide wooden box, which is placed in the center of the bedroom.

Mushui put away his hands, a little disappointed.

From the inside to the outside, it doesn't look like a person's residence.

Holding his phone again, he walked forward and found the curtain.

The curtains hung there heavily, blocking all the light from the window.

Mushui raised his hand to pull it away, but he couldn't pull it away.

Qi Xinghan watched him babble and babble for a long time before he said in a low voice, "It's remote control."

"... Oh." Mushui obediently put away the phone and started to walk back.

"Okay?" Qi Xinghan asked.

"Well, okay." Mushui paused, and suddenly remembered another question, so he quickly raised his hand: "Is there any food in your refrigerator?"

"No."

The expected answer.

"Then where is there a place to buy vegetables?" After Mushui finished speaking, he emphasized to him again seriously: "I'm a living person." After finishing speaking, his stomach let out a very appropriate "grumble".

"Someone will bring food."

"That's good." Mushui let out a long breath.Just don't starve to death.

At this moment, Qi Xinghan's cell phone rang, and he connected it with an indifferent face: "Hello."

"Ah."

"Tomorrow, nine o'clock."

He responded briefly and hung up the phone.

Mushui immediately asked: "Nine o'clock tomorrow? Is there a job?"

"Ah."

"Then can I go with you? As your guardian, I have to follow you all the time." Mushui thought for a while and said, "I can pretend to be a little assistant."

"can."

As soon as the voice fell, the doorbell rang.

"The food has arrived." Qi Xinghan said briefly.

"I'll get it." Mushui immediately turned around and ran towards the door.

He was still carrying the backpack, and the straps of the backpack were a little loose, so that the bag fell down. As soon as he ran, the backpack flapped rhythmically.

Like elementary school students.

Mushui opened the door, and the person outside was bending over to take food from the incubator, and said, "This is the Fuyaxuan meal that Brother Guo ordered for you..."

After speaking, he straightened his waist with the food.

When he raised his head, he froze.

"You, who are you?"

"Thank you." Mushui took the takeaway bag from his hand.

And Qi Xinghan seemed to really not want to see extra people, he walked over from behind, said "Go back", then stretched out his hand very neatly, and closed the door.

The people outside had already stayed there.

He was in a daze for a moment, then took out his mobile phone and called Guo Yong: "Brother Guo, there is a happy event! No, it's not right! It's not good..."

Guo Yong was talking with a psychiatrist over there, and when he heard this, he said angrily, "Is that good or not?"

The person on the other end stammered: "I, I don't know whether it's good or bad..."

"Brother Qi ate three bowls of rice in one go?"

"No, no."

"That's not a good thing."

"Yes, it's Mr. Qi's house. Suddenly there are more people... The man and the woman didn't see clearly, they just blinked, they seemed pretty, and Mr. Qi immediately came over and closed the door. Is Mr. Qi... Are you in love..." When he said the last sentence, his voice softened.

Guo Yong also stopped there.

Qi Xinghan's career is at its peak, so falling in love is of course not a good thing.

But Assistant Liu was right, it was also a happy event.

If he really fell in love... that means that Qi Xinghan has at least come out of the half-dead state, and he doesn't have to worry every day, fearing that one day fans or the media will find out about Qi Xinghan's mental illness...

Guo Yong wiped his face: "Good thing! This is a good thing... OK, you go back, brother will give you a bonus tomorrow."

……

Fortunately, there is at least a dining table in such a big house, which saves Mushui from the embarrassment of sitting on the ground to eat.

Mushui put the food on the table, opened the lid, and arranged them one by one.

Although he already had a result in his heart, he still raised his head and asked Qi Xinghan: "Shall I eat with Mr. Qi?"

"You eat, I don't need it." Qi Xinghan finished speaking lightly, raised his hand and grabbed his backpack strap: "Do you want to carry it on your back to eat?"

Then Mushui remembered, ah, he was still carrying a bag.

He immediately opened his shoulders and took off his backpack: "Thank you, Mr. Qi."

Qi Xinghan put his bag on the sofa casually, and said, "Get up before nine o'clock tomorrow morning." Then he turned and went to his dark room.

Should have gone to rest.

"Okay." Mushui finished responding, watched the door close, and then picked up the chopsticks in front of him.

This is the first time he has come to a house with such a luxurious decoration and such a large space.

There is also a row of delicious food on the dining table.

Sitting there, Mushui felt cold all over after eating.

too big.

It was too cold.

Mushui quickly finished the food in front of him, then cleaned up the dining table, and then took his bag into the bedroom behind the white door.

This bedroom is like a small studio.

There is a bed, a separate space for a study, a small sofa, a small coffee table, a small TV, and a small refrigerator.

Behind a frosted glass door is the bathroom.

The washbasin, toilet, bathtub and shower are divided into four independent areas.

A thought flashed through Mushui's mind.

It's great to be a doctor!

Everything in the bedroom is complete, even brand new unopened pajamas and slippers.

He took a shower first and changed into the new pajamas in the closet.

Then sat down at the desk.

The soft, wide chairs are a little drowsy.

Mushui raised his eyelids, and took out the laptop in his backpack, which was of the fruit brand and was uniformly distributed by the research institute.

With difficulty, he moved the heavy solid wooden chair close to the table, and began to write today's report.

"On November 2018, 11, I saw the patient."

"Stay in the patient's home and officially act as their guardian."

"The patient's symptoms are indeed Cotard's syndrome..."

"His bedroom is dark with no lights..."

"Then I ate the patient's meal..."

what.

Something seems wrong.

Mushui woke up with a jolt, and quickly deleted the last sentence.

Rewrite, rewrite.

While pulling his hair, Mushui began to try hard to hold back the words.

Ugh.

Take back that sentence.

It's hard being a doctor.

Still have to write a report!