A man and a woman are sitting around the fire, having a conversation:
Man: Madam, if I'm not mistaken, I seem to have seen you somewhere.
Woman: Me too, sir, I seem to have seen you somewhere.
Man: Madam, did I happen to meet you in Manchester
Woman: It's very possible. I am from Manchester! But I don't remember very well, sir, and I can't say if I saw you there.
man: oh my god! This is so weird! I'm from Manchester too, ma'am!
Woman: This is so weird!
Man: This is so weird! But I, ma'am, I've been out of Manchester for almost five weeks.
Woman: This is so weird! What a coincidence! Me too, sir, it's been almost five weeks since I left Manchester.
Man: Madam, I took the 8:30 am train to London at a quarter to five.
Woman: This is so weird! So weird, what a coincidence! I took this car too! gentlemen! (Note)
Cui Zuojing listened to it for a while, and his mind was full of thoughts, "Mr. Mrs. is so strange, what a coincidence, this is too strange, how could it be such a coincidence..." He heard his temples throbbing, and the conversation between the two sides didn't mean anything. The meaning of stopping, they chatted about the train they took and where they lived after arriving in London.
It was a conversation between two mentally ill patients. Cui Zuojing listened to it for a while, but there was no one in the rest room who paid attention to him, as if no one could see him, Cui Zuojing went to talk to the radio. The desperate man reached out and took the radio away.
The man's eyes moved with the radio, and finally saw the boy who picked it up, he said "oh", his voice paused, and said to Cui Zuojing: "You know that at noon in three months, the sun will explode. ?"
"..." After confirming that he was not a ghost that others couldn't see, Cui Zuojing put the radio back in its place and said, "I have no melon in the rain."
Cui Zuojing turned and left the lounge, the conversation between the man and the woman continued, not knowing what conclusion they would come to in the end.
Walking down the corridor for a while, the blond nurse came towards her. She saw Cui Zuojing, stopped and said, "It's almost time for dinner, hurry up to the restaurant."
Before Cui Zuojing could ask her where the restaurant was, the nurse left. She turned into the lounge and went to call other patients by sight.
Soon, the boy who was painting came out first. He was still autistic and passed by Cui Zuojing. This time Cui Zuojing could see his face clearly. His eyes were blank like a walking corpse. A flat sutured scar, as if cut straight by a knife.
Cui Zuojing followed him, turned left and right, and reached the restaurant smoothly.
There were already quite a few people in the restaurant, and a group of men and women in hospital gowns sat at the long table in various postures, reaching for the food in clear soup and water.
Everyone's spoons are made of wood. Apparently, in order to prevent a patient from suddenly falling ill, the spoon is used as a murder weapon. Judging from the decoration of the walls and the various rooms, this is a lunatic asylum in the late nineteenth or early twentieth century.
According to Cui Zuojing, the European madhouses were originally used to imprison the poor, the homeless and the mentally ill. The harsh living environment and unrestricted claustrophobia made many people with normal minds become lunatic in endless despair. , and with the development of the times and the gradual deepening of human understanding of mental diseases, the madhouse has gradually become a hospital.
Of course, after changing from such a deformed system, before the corresponding laws and regulations were actually promulgated, the lunatic asylum was still very scary.
Cui Zuojing disguised himself as one of the patients, and found a place to sit down. He took a mouthful of rice porridge with green cabbage leaves, which was bland and tasteless.
He didn't want to eat after one bite. A nurse noticed him and seemed to have found something. She frowned and stared at Cui Zuojing's face for a while, then turned and left the kitchen.
Cui Zuojing didn't pay attention. The noises and situations made by the patients in the room attracted his attention. The man next to him was holding a spoon and trying to pour the soup into the nostrils of the patient opposite. The bread was torn into the shape of a male genitalia, and it was used to slap the face of the woman next to her. The woman screamed and threw her down, and the two scuffled into a ball.
Cui Zuojing watched with interest as the two women tugged at each other's clothes and hair, three or two nurses rushed over to pull the rack, one held a needle and poked their arm, and soon they both quieted down.
Tranquilizer.
At this time, Cui Zuojing felt a tap on the shoulder.
He turned around, and a man in a white coat was behind him. The man was wearing gold-rimmed glasses. "I am the doctor here" was written in every pore on his body.
Cui Zuojing: "?"
The boy asked politely with his eyes.
Doctor: "Mr. Lane, please come with me, I need to do a test for you."
"Okay." It just so happened that Cui Zuojing didn't want to stay in the restaurant anymore. It was too noisy here. He hid the small wooden spoon in his cuff and got up and followed behind the doctor.
When they left the restaurant, the nurse who had called the doctor and another male nurse followed behind. The male nurse was 1.9 meters tall and very strong, so that Cui Zuojing did not doubt that he was handling things and could directly punch the people here. The patient is flying.
The two looked like they were looking after Cui Zuojing. The young man didn't mind. The spoon in his sleeve gave him confidence. As long as there was no sudden development of fantasy, the three of them would definitely not be able to help him.
The hospital is quite big. Outside the restaurant are activity rooms and rest rooms. Within the time allowed, the performance is stable and there is no threat to others. Patients will move freely under the care of nurses. In addition, there are male and female bathhouses. It's all closed for cleaning.
Although I have only seen this doctor from the beginning, judging from the number of nurses and patients, this should be a quite famous lunatic asylum, otherwise the scale would not be so impressive.
He was taken to the second floor. Cui Zuojing thought that the doctor would enter the office to examine him, but the doctor passed by the door of the office and continued to walk forward.
Cui Zuojing didn't say a word, he wanted to know what tricks these people were doing.
He was taken to a closed door, the doctor stopped, took out the key, but did not open the lock immediately, he turned around, his eyes behind the lens were extremely calm, and asked Cui Zuojing: "How many times have you been recently? How are you feeling?"
"It's okay." Cui Zuojing replied, although he woke up from the confinement room and was bound by a restraint belt, it was probably because of his tendency to violence, but he took the identity of a mental patient, even if he said the wrong thing. It doesn't matter.
The doctor nodded, he smiled at Cui Zuojing, his eyes moved up and he had a brief contact with the male nurse behind the boy, and then said, "Do you remember Miral?"
"Who?" Of course Cui Zuojing couldn't remember.
"She was severely injured by you, and died of infection after the operation." The doctor did not let go of the stunned expression on Cui Zuojing's face, "Joshua, Emory, Ada, do you remember these people? ?"
Cui Zuojing shook his head, the doctor turned his face back, he inserted the key into the keyhole, there was a soft click, and the doctor pushed the door open.
This is an operating room.
At the moment when Cui Zuojing's retina showed the furnishings in the room, the male nurse suddenly hugged him from behind, and his strong arms twisted Cui Zuojing completely. Cui Zuojing could almost hear the sound of his ribs being squeezed. The terrifying force made him unable to do even the simplest action of breathing at that moment.
This time, ordinary people would have lost the ability to resist, but this is Cui Zuojing. He realized his intentions the moment before the male nurse attacked, but he did not hide, so he was firmly imprisoned.
He wanted to see what these people were going to do.
Cui Zuojing's figure is not intuitively strong. He struggled with pretence twice, and was dragged into the operating room by the male nurse. The female nurse followed closely and quickly closed the door.
"Joshua had one eye gouged out by you with a spoon, Emory was tricked by you to jump off the third floor, broke a leg, and Ada committed suicide."
The doctor picked up the needle tube that had been prepared on the table, which was filled with transparent medicine. Cui Zuojing visited the operating room of Lin Hangzhi and Victor, and when he saw the various equipment, he understood that they were going to operate on him immediately. That needle is an anesthetic.
What surgery is to be performed? The answer is simple.
The entire modern medicine can be said to have developed in just two hundred years. For a long time in the past, doctors were at a loss for many diseases, such as syphilis, tuberculosis, the Black Death, and mental disorders.
At this time, some scientists discovered a surgical method to treat mental illness through experiments—
Frontal lobectomy surgery.
The prefrontal lobe is responsible for the complex cognitive behavior, personality expression and decision-making of human beings. When it is removed, people will lose their self-character and part of the function of the body, and they will almost become a walking dead. Of course, such a well-behaved mental patient is what doctors are willing to see. So, in their hands, the originally crazy patient was treated perfectly like this.
Even Rosemary Kennedy, the sister of U.S. President Kennedy, who suffered from epilepsy and mood disorders, was sent to the operating table by her father to undergo a prefrontal lobectomy.
She then spent the rest of her life as a mentally retarded and aphasiatic fool.
And Cui Zuojing, as an extremely dangerous person with serious violent tendencies, who has injured four people indirectly or directly, the doctor is naturally eager to let him be honest.
But is this possible
The strength of the male nurse is indeed very strong. If it depends on brute force, it is difficult for Cui Zuojing, who has added strength, to break free directly, but who stipulates that it must be head-on
The moment the doctor came over and the needle was aimed at Cui Zuojing's arm, the spoon hidden in his sleeve slipped into his hand. Cui Zuojing just moved his finger lightly. The spoon stabbed the male nurse's waist, instantly opening a hole.
"Ah!" The male nurse shouted, subconsciously wanting to lower her head to look at the wound. Naturally, she lost some strength in her hand. Cui Zuojing stomped on his shoes with a slap in the face. broke free.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye, the doctor's hand was still in the air, and the female nurse opened her mouth and opened her mouth before she could scream, Cui Zuojing grabbed the doctor's wrist, and the needle pierced the man in the next second. Nurse's arm.
Everyone was caught off guard. Cui Zuojing kicked over the doctor with only five force points, pushed her away with the screams of the nurse, blocked the male nurse who was about to pounce, and yanked her violently. Opening the door of the operating room, he rushed out ten meters in a blink of an eye.
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