There was nothing special about the window grilles, but it was precisely this layer of window grilles that was the key to the problem. There was such a thin layer of grilles on the window glass during the day, which blocked my vision, let alone last night!
Last night, I remembered that I looked out of the window at the beginning. How could I have seen it so clearly? I subconsciously wiped my neck. Could it be that my memory from last night was wrong? I opened the drawer of the bedside table and took out a small mirror. In the mirror, there was no trace on my neck. Thinking back to Liu Surong's hand that was like a steel pincer on my neck, how could that force not leave a trace?
Could it be that last night's experience was just a horror film that I directed myself? I'm a little confused now. Perhaps I've been in a muddleheaded state since yesterday afternoon. At that time, I was already in a movie that I wrote, directed, and acted in?
I was getting more and more confused. Could it be that I was finally like those mentally deranged patients? He was constantly wandering between the illusion and reality, and in the end, he could not tell which was the illusion and which was reality.
Thinking of this, my heart trembled. Am I finally crazy? In the tenth year of my stay in the mental hospital, I finally went crazy!
"No!" I don't want to believe this result. If it's true, then I'd rather believe that Liu Surong's corpse would come back to life. I'd rather believe that the paper umbrella in the hospital would appear and disappear mysteriously.?? Believe what? What else can I believe now?
"As long as I can find someone to prove that I really did those things last night, won't that prove that I'm not crazy?”I thought to myself, but who should I look for? Who did I see last night?
"Old fraud!" This was the first person I thought of, but he was not reliable. My instincts told me that he was very dangerous. How could a normal person who could hide among the mental patients not be dangerous? This is a fear that comes from the bottom of my heart. There was also the person who saved me, but I didn't see his face clearly last night. Although I was sure that I wasn't familiar with him, even though there were few patients in this hospital that I hadn't seen before, it would be very troublesome to really find him. Other than that, there was only Liu Surong. Of course, it was a corpse. Regardless of whether what I experienced last night was reality or an illusion, Liu Surong was still a corpse. I can't knock on the morgue door and ask Liu Surong if it saw me last night. If it really came back to life, I'd be walking right into a trap!
Of course, I couldn't ask the person who was standing with the rat. Although I didn't see who he was, he should be Xiao Jun, because other than him, who else could stand with that strange rat? Naturally, it wasn't difficult to find Xiao Jun because I knew what name he wanted. As long as I checked, I would be able to find out his ward area and ward number. But I can't do that. If I go to him, wouldn't I be like a rabbit entering a wolf's den and never returning?
"Who else? Who else?" There was clearly another person, but I couldn't remember. I knocked my head and thought about it carefully, but that person would disappear when I was about to come out. It was like this every time.
Suddenly, I sat up as if I had just woken up from a dream. I remembered the guy in the wig I met in the corridor last night. It was originally a prank, and after I experienced that kind of life and death situation, I had long forgotten about it. Now, only this guy can prove that I had indeed experienced those things last night. Coincidentally, among those people, only his words are the most credible!
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