In the dark room, a few people in hospital gowns and two people in white coats were sitting on the ground.
In front of them was a cold corpse.
He was smiling, but he was no longer breathing.
Everyone was terrified and shivered in the corner of the room.
There was only one person in a hospital gown with a cold expression.
His name was An Che, and he was mentally ill.
Two years ago, he was diagnosed with emotional deficiency syndrome.
This was a type of personality disorder.
The most direct symptom was that he had no feelings.
He couldn't cry or laugh.
He did not know fear, nor did he know happiness.
"What should we do? Who wants to go out and take a look?"
A doctor in a white coat suddenly spoke. His voice was filled with fear.
"I'm not going!" Another doctor replied,"If you want to go, you go. I'm not going out!"”
" Why don't we…" One of the doctors glanced at An Che, his meaning obvious.
This was a mental hospital.
An Che was a patient here.
Because he had no feelings and was diagnosed with mental illness, he could not find a job.
His parents passed away three years ago, leaving him with only one house.
However, in order to occupy his house, his relatives sent him to a mental hospital through their connections.
He had been in the mental hospital for two years now.
However, the mental hospital today was a little different.
It was 10 in the morning. Normally, it should have been dawn by this time, but at this time, the mental hospital was shrouded in a black fog. It was impossible to see one's own fingers.
A supernatural incident happened in the hospital.
Two days ago, a female patient jumped off the top floor of the hospital.
The patient was quite beautiful, but when she was sent to the mental hospital by her family, she did not have any reaction.
Her makeup was exquisite and she looked pretty. All the male doctors in the hospital went over to take a look.
In the end, the patient was diagnosed with persecutory delusional disorder.
She kept feeling that someone was hurting her.
Two nights ago, at one o'clock in the morning.
The patient suddenly jumped out of the window of the director's office on the seventh floor.
His head landed on the ground and shattered into pieces.
That floor was where the hospital's management was located. No one knew what had happened, nor did they know how she had gotten up there.
After all, she was mentally ill and could do anything.
Later, the family members and the hospital argued over this issue. The hospital insisted that the patient had sneaked up to the top floor and jumped down.
After all, the patient had persecutory delusions. It might be the result of a sudden attack.
Even so, the hospital was still responsible, so the next step was to negotiate compensation.
The hospital lost a lot of money, and the matter was left unsettled.
However, in the early hours of this morning, another person suddenly jumped down from the building in the hospital.
Then came the second and third.
In less than an hour, six people jumped from the same spot. The security guard on duty was so scared that his legs went numb when he saw this scene.
After the news was reported, the entire hospital was locked down. All patients were forbidden from entering and leaving.
But at this moment, the doctor suddenly realized that a black fog had enveloped the entire hospital. The hospital seemed to be isolated from the outside world.
They couldn't go out, and the people outside couldn't enter either.
Then, the nightmare began.
The bodies that had jumped down from the building suddenly came to life and wandered around the hospital.
Everyone who saw the corpses died on the spot. Some were smiling, some were in pain, and some were terrified.
The cause of death was cardiac arrest.
The reason was unknown.
At this moment, the corpse lying in front of him had a bright smile on his face, but his heart had already stopped beating.
There were no wounds on his body.
"Thump, thump, thump…"
Heavy footsteps sounded outside the door, and everyone immediately became nervous.
"Is someone here?"
"Did the rescue team arrive?"
There were two doctors and three patients in the room.
The other two had severe autism and did not say a word from beginning to end.
"An Che! Go and take a look!"
One of the doctors pointed at An Che and asked him to go out and check on the situation at the door.
The last doctor was already a corpse the next time they saw him.
"Why me?"
He was a little puzzled and did not understand what they meant.
This was a side effect of the disease. His reaction was slow and he could not understand what others meant.
"If I tell you to go, then go! Do you still want to eat?"
one of the doctors threatened.
Fasting was a common method used by doctors in mental hospitals to threaten patients.
An Che had no choice but to push the door open and walk out.
"Kacha!"
Just as he walked out of the door, he heard the sound of the door being locked behind him.
He was locked out.
It seemed that the two doctors wanted him to die.
This was because the families of the other two patients often gave the doctors gifts to ask them to take care of their families.
Ever since An Che was sent to the mental hospital.
No one came to visit.
It was pitch black outside. An Che had no lighting tools in his hands, so he could only fumble around in the dark.
After a while, the human eyes gradually adapted to the darkness.
He saw a black silhouette not far ahead. It looked like a person standing there.
"Hello?"
An Che stepped forward and patted him lightly. His figure instantly fell to the ground.
It was a corpse.
The corpse was holding something glowing in his hand. It was a mobile phone with a lit screen.
An Che held the phone in his hand. The screen stopped at the dialing interface. The number was 110.
An Che dialed directly.
"Hello! This is City H's Public Security Bureau!" A sweet girl came from the other side.
"I want to report a case! Someone died here!"
"Okay, please tell me the address. I'll arrange for the police to be dispatched immediately!”
" City H's First Mental Hospital."
"Okay, thank you for reporting the case!" Then, he hung up.
Hearing the toot sound from the phone, An Che was stunned for a moment. He vaguely felt that something was wrong.
He dialed the police station number again.
"Hello! This is City H's Public Security Bureau!" The voice on the other end was exactly the same as the previous communication.
"Are you a ghost?"
An Che asked calmly.
The voice on the other end paused for a moment.
Then, he heard rapid breathing. The phone seemed to have been jammed, and the sound of snowflakes from the old-fashioned television appeared.
The next moment, he hung up.
"It really is a ghost."
An Che muttered to himself.
He already had an emotional disorder, and others thought that this illness was caused by being too slow to react to emotions.
On the contrary, the reason why he had this illness was because he was overly sensitive to emotions.
In essence.
All mental illnesses were caused by being overly sensitive to the outside world.
Therefore, from the conversation just now, An Che could clearly sense that the person on the other end of the phone was not a human.
This was because a person's tone, voice, and aura would not remain the same when they spoke.
"Thump, thump, thump ~"
Suddenly, the sound of high heels approached.
A girl with an exquisite face and an unbelievably beautiful face stumbled over from the end of the corridor. When she saw An Che, she quickly shouted at her,"
"Run! There's a ghost behind us."
He turned around and saw a person with a strange smile standing behind him.
In the next moment, An Che's vision turned completely dark.
"There's a ghost behind us…"
……
"Ding ~ Detected that the host has died. Activating the Strongest Choice System."
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