monster guardian

Mushui quickly adapted to the life of the crew, but the crew occasionally worked night jobs, which was a bit unfriendly to his schedule.

In a blink of an eye, a few days passed.

Mushui failed to contact the teacher again.

The phone can get through, but no one picks up, I don't know why.

If it weren't for the call records of the previous few days still in the old mobile phone, Mushui almost thought that the call that day was his hallucination.

I have to take time to go back to school.

Mushui frowned.

He sat on the small chair of the crew and switched the phone from the call interface to the email page.

He opened the document sent by the dean again.

【Name: Yuan Sheng

Age: 25 years old

Occupation: Unemployed

Symptom: Stendhal Syndrome

Symptom description: Once stimulated by a strong aesthetic feeling, it will cause rapid heartbeat, dizziness, confusion of thinking, and even a large number of hallucinations, and begin to attack people around you.

Contact information: 158XXXX3878

Residential address: Basement 44, Fengmei Community, No. 1, Jinyang District

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Mushui had seen related disease descriptions in textbooks.

At the earliest, some viewers felt out of breath, dizzy, and began to have a lot of hallucinations in front of their eyes in a space densely packed with artworks.

So later this symptom was designated as Stendhal Syndrome.

But in fact, this disease is far more simple than the description.

Among them, the severely ill patients will be accompanied by an astonishing desire to destroy at the same time. They are manic and depressed. As the hallucinations worsen, they will become more and more unable to control themselves.

They will gradually regard the rapid heartbeat and confused thinking during the attack as a kind of adrenaline rushing to the peak.So in the later stage, they tend to be addicted to it, destroying beautiful things while going crazy, and completely lose the desire to heal.

It seemed that this illness was much more terrifying than Qi Xinghan's.

Moreover, this is also the first time that Mushui has seen such a patient in reality.

On the other end, Jinshui City Institute of Special Pathology.

The Dean was pacing up and down.

His face became anxious little by little, which really didn't look like the expression that a dean should have.

At the other end of the room, stood a woman in a red dress.

The woman reminded him: "This is the best opportunity. If you are not here at this time, throw out the few hot potatoes in your hand, and then there will be no chance."

The dean paused, picked up the handset on the desk, and dialed the number skillfully.

Obviously that number has passed through his mind countless times.

Mushui was pondering over the information carefully when the phone rang unexpectedly.

He answered the phone: "Hello?"

The voice of the dean came from the other end: "Doctor Mu, how is the second file?"

"It's over."

"When does Doctor Mu think it's appropriate to take over?" The dean sighed, and said in a serious tone: "The patient may not be able to wait too long. His condition shows signs of getting out of control, and the first thing he wants to destroy will be himself."

"Huh?" Mushui made a doubtful voice.

"Ah, look at my memory, I haven't sent you his photo yet, wait a minute..."

On the other end of the phone.

The dean temporarily put down the receiver in his hand. He sat down behind the desk, unlocked the computer screen, extracted a photo from an encrypted file package, and sent it by email.

"I have already sent the photo, Dr. Mu can take a look at it later." The dean paused, and then said: "Dr. After contacting Dr. Mu, I was able to recover soon..."

Mushui himself studied psychology.

The dean's words and tone immediately made Mushui feel that what he said was half true and half false.

Mushui responded and hung up the phone politely.

The dean's praise for him was obviously not from the heart, but just to persuade him to accept this patient.

Mushui couldn't help thinking of what the teacher said again.

monster?

Why is it called a monster?

"Turn on—" the assistant director's voice sounded not far away.

So Mushui had to temporarily interrupt his thoughts, turned to look at the shooting scene, and stared at Qi Xinghan intently.

Watching him act is part of getting to know him.

What Qi Xinghan played in the movie was indeed a university teacher suffering from schizophrenia.

During the day, he is a well-dressed, serious teacher.

At night, he will reveal his arrogant expression, and judge others under the cover of night.

The heroine is his student, a girl who has read a lot of criminal investigation and psychology books.

Under the camera, the girl is holding a book, standing in front of Qi Xinghan, raising her head slightly, talking to Qi Xinghan: "..."

You can only see people's mouths moving, but not hear people's voices.So Mushui dragged the small chair and dragged it closer.

Seeing this, the director's assistant hurriedly carried the chair to the director's side.

So Mushui also sat behind the monitor with the director.

The monitor is a small grid screen, and the screen frames Qi Xinghan and the heroine together.

For some reason, Mushui felt a little uncomfortable looking at this scene.

But Mushui finally heard their lines clearly.

"You can give it a try...can you let me try it?" The heroine raised her head, her face full of cautious desire.

Qi Xinghan now overlapped with his usual appearance, he stared at the heroine with cold eyes: "Bored."

"Why don't you take this step? Any disease can be cured..." the heroine raised her voice.

Qi Xinghan stared at her: "You don't understand anything."

I really don't understand anything.

Mushui whispered in his heart.

From his point of view, the heroine does not have any qualifications to use psychology to heal others.But she was so bold that she tried to cure a murderer just by reading a few books.

Her entanglement, repeating over and over again: "Why don't you try, it can be cured..." will only bring more mental pressure to this university teacher.

When the pressure reaches the extreme, the butcher's knife can easily fall towards her.

What is this similar to?

It’s like saying to a depressed person, your family is so good, you can buy whatever you want, you can live any kind of life you want, and you have friends and family who care about you, why can’t you be happy?If you think about happy things, you'll be fine.

This kind of words is not only unable to play any healing effect.

On the contrary, it will bring huge pressure to the other party, make the other party further deny themselves, and aggravate depression.

Soon, several consecutive pictures were taken.

And the sky gradually darkened.

At dusk, when the sky was about to darken, the director gave an order to advance the shooting of the night scene to this time.

Mushui raised his head and looked at the lingering sunset glow in the sky, the deep twilight would soon swallow it up.Mushui suddenly thought of "the moment of encountering the devil".He didn't quite remember which idle book he read it from.

The time of encountering demons is said to be the twilight time when night and day communicate, and it will be the time when demons run rampant.

"Uncle, let's go there together." The director greeted him warmly.

Mushui nodded, and got up to carry the small chair.

Qi Xinghan came from behind, picked up the small chair with one hand, and walked in front of Mushui.

Mushui had nothing to carry, so he walked forward empty-handed.He heard the two actresses behind him laughing softly: "Brother Qi is really a boyfriend..."

They changed the shooting location.

This time it was in an abandoned residential building.The building is in the 80s and [-]s. It is only four stories high. Outside the building, there are steel bars, clothes racks, iron wires, etc.... Downstairs are sewage and two iron trash cans that are ignored.

The building is a film and television base, but the other sewage, iron wire, steel bars... are all placed by the crew themselves.

The effect is amazing.

When Mushui glanced over, he felt a stench, mixed with a decaying smell of the wall, that went straight into his nose.

The sky was gloomy, and the building in front of him looked more like a ferocious monster.

Everyone quickly went upstairs together, and the machines were all moved up.

Mushui felt as if he had walked into the mouth of a monster. The narrow stairs and cramped room made people feel a strong discomfort.

Just because he studied psychology, he is more sensitive to these things than others, and he can tell at a glance where people feel uncomfortable.

Mushui moved his eyes away from the wall, and looked at the window opposite the door.

There are four windows in total, and three panes of glass are missing from the four.

Where there is no glass, the cold wind comes in and blows on people's heads and faces, making people's limbs feel cold.

"Okay... get ready, turn on..."

Qi Xinghan had already placed the small chair for him, so Mushui could just sit on it.

Backs to windows.

The heroine is tied to an iron chair, which is very reminiscent of the electric chair used in torture in World War II.

The heroine gasped in embarrassment and stared at Qi Xinghan.

Qi Xinghan rolled up his sleeves, exposing a section of his wrist. He tightly clenched the boning knife in his hand, and the muscles on his forearm bulged slightly, showing a kind of beauty full of tension under the camera.

He squatted down next to the iron chair, and put his cheek close to the heroine.

He whispered: "You don't understand anything, you don't understand anything..."

"It's against the law, it's against the law to kill..." the heroine could only shed tears and gasp, holding back her sobs.

"You will regret it in the future, think about it...why did you do this...it's not worth it...you are a teacher, you have a decent job, a good salary, you are so popular..." The heroine speaks out with difficulty, trying to arouse his dissatisfaction with the existing life.

Qi Xinghan had put on makeup.

His eyes looked deeper, their eye sockets were slightly sunken, and his cheeks revealed a kind of icy white.

His eyes looked numb and a little nervous, the knife in his hand was on the ground, his eyes were forward, and his tone was surprisingly calm: "I have thought about it countless times, but ah, the more I think about it, the more crazy I become."

Mushui accidentally met Qi Xinghan's eyes.

It was as if Qi Xinghan was looking at him.

Mushui didn't think it was scary, he also fixedly stared into Qi Xinghan's eyes, as if he wanted to look deeply into his eyes.

In fact, this sentence is really true.

The more you think about it, the more insane you become.

Many geniuses, philosophers, writers, painters who have fallen in history... They all died of suicide.

They see farther and think deeper than ordinary people.

And without a strong mind to support it, you will eventually walk on the path of thinking more and more crazy.

When Mushui came back to his senses, Qi Xinghan and the heroine had already entered the next scene.

Qi Xinghan supported the armrests of the iron chair with both hands, his whole body bent down and his back arched.

Behind them is the window, the last ray of the sky shone in, through the windowless part, it fell on Qi Xinghan's face, and through the glass window, it turned into mottled light and shadow, covering him intertwined body.

In an instant.

Mushui could no longer hear what lines they said.

He raised his head abruptly, turned his eyes away from the monitor, and turned to Qi Xinghan.

At dusk, a bone suddenly protruded from Qi Xinghan's back, and that bone had long spikes.

Mushui blinked.

The bone suddenly grew taller and longer, as if pulling away all the bones in Qi Xinghan's body, and finally turned into a long bone knife. Its shape was so huge that it could almost reach the ceiling and penetrate the ground under his feet...

Mushui looked around.

No one saw such an anomaly.

As if... as if only he could see it.

Mushui blinked again.

The bones are still there.

After it skyrocketed and elongated, it seemed to make Qi Xinghan's figure even bigger.

At first glance, it looks like a huge and cold monster is entrenched next to the iron chair.

The director's voice sounded: "Okay! This pass!"

The staff suddenly turned on the lights in the room, illuminating every corner of the room, and the bone knife on Qi Xinghan's back suddenly disappeared.

It's just that it was probably because of staring at it for too long just now, which caused a bit of a double image, so Mushui felt that there was a protruding bone spur on Qi Xinghan's back no matter how he looked at it.

Mushui was silent for a while.

Bone, bone hyperplasia?

The author has something to say: This is a fantasy world, a fantasy world!I found that some babies didn't seem to read the copy carefully.The mental illnesses that appear in it all really exist in reality, and those who are interested can search for themselves.

Then the world background and setting will be laid out little by little.Don't worry.