In the face of a group of extremely vicious bandits, one has to kill a hundred people, so as to show their example.
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The prisoners in the prison are not all bad people, but if you take them here for a long time, the good people will turn out to be bad. Only by being more evil than the evil ones can you not be bullied by the evil ones.
The British man ventilated me, and I can only continue to pretend to be sick. Fortunately, I am also a doctor, and only using acupressure can make myself show extremely debilitating symptoms.
In the afternoon, the British man was going to participate in the "study" organized by the prison. I remained in the cell, thinking about how to make myself show debilitating symptoms.
Now I miss my relatives and friends very much, but I can't get in touch with them.
Not long after the British man came back, Old Wu pushed the dining car over to deliver the food, and complained to me at the door: "I am not as good as an ordinary prisoner here. You can all relax and study, but I have to continue to cook for you!"
After dinner, the British man was called to participate in sports activities. He didn't come back until about ten o'clock. As soon as he washed his feet, the lights went off and the bell rang. The inside of the cell was pitch black, and only the lights outside the cell were still on.
I closed my eyes, fell asleep quickly, and my soul left the cell to look for the rat ghost king in the sewer.
A is here too. They saw me coming, and they said to me: "A colleague of mine has found another trace of your remnant soul, but has encountered a little trouble, and you need to solve it yourself."
I asked, "What is the trouble?"
The mouse ghost king said slowly: "Your soul is trapped in Anle Fort, and a severely schizophrenic patient takes it as his own soul. You have to mix in Anle Fort and get rid of this mental illness to get back to you. Own soul."
I hesitated immediately, and A said: "I know that it is indeed very risky to let you into the Anle Fort now, but this is a hurdle, you must pass it!"
"Then how can I get close to the other person, do I have to kill him to get my own soul back?"
A said: "I have a colleague in Anlebao, as long as you enter there, he will take the initiative to contact you. The person who is occupying your soul is not only a schizophrenic, but also a paranoid. He thinks his family wants He murdered him, so he put sleeping pills in the drinking water and killed all his family members!"
"If you don't kill him, you won't be able to get your soul back from his body!"
When I understand, I agree.
Pretending to be a mental patient is also pretending to be sick, but if the acting is too realistic, the prison doctors in Anlebao will easily make me a "vegetative".
After returning to the cell, I immediately prepared to impersonate a mental patient and even thought out my own lines.
After breakfast the next day, the British man went out to let the wind go, and Sally brought the prison doctor to the cell to check on me.
"Since we are all doctors, I will tell you the truth. I am an angel sent by God. As long as you believe in God, you will not go to hell!" I suddenly shouted to the prison doctor.
The prison doctor replied without changing his face: "I believe in God, I have been saved!"
I was speechless at the moment, but soon continued to yell: "I am the messenger sent by God. You believe in a fake God. You will still go to hell after you die. You believe that I will not go to hell. You believe me Come, you believe me!"
Pretending to be crazy requires not only exaggerated language, but also exaggerated body movements. I flicked away the prison doctor’s stethoscope, grabbed his collar and continued yelling: "You believe me, say you believe me, I It will make you go to heaven, and I can take you to heaven now!"
The prison doctor pushed me away and pushed me to the police. Sally heard the sound and opened the cell door and snatched in. He drew out the rubber rod and called me. I hurriedly raised my arm to block, while continuing to yell in my mouth. : "You dare to hit me, but I am a messenger sent by God, you will definitely go to hell!"
But Sally continued to beat me with the rubber rod, my arm hurting to the bone.
The prison doctor tidied his clothes and cursed: "Me!"
I lay on my stomach and gave Sally my back. The prison doctor motioned Sally to hold me down, then opened the medicine box and drew a sedative for me.
The two of them talked quickly in English. The prison doctor suspected that I was suffering from sudden delusion. Sa used the walkie-talkie on his shoulder to call a colleague. Soon the British man was taken back to the cell by a prison guard.
The prison doctor sat on the bench and asked the British man about my situation. The British man replied that everything was normal.
Sally continued to question him, but the British man had to answer: "Yuan Sang asked the old prison guard Mr. Willy for a grasshopper, and then gave it to the priest!"
The prison doctor said: “It seems that we have to ask Dr. Franklin in Anleburg to do a psychiatric evaluation for the prisoner!” The British man wanted to argue for me, but Sally stopped him and reported the matter to the prison officer on the walkie-talkie. .
"Your roommate is a bit manic and thinks that he is a messenger sent by God. You have to be careful!" The prison doctor warned the British man, and then left the cell with Sally.
An hour later, the effect of the tranquilizer ended, I woke up, opened my eyes and saw the British man sitting on the bench opposite me in a daze, and suddenly shouted: "I am a messenger sent by God, you just have to believe it. Me, I will take you to heaven!"
The British man was taken aback and said to me: "I am a Japanese, and I don't believe in God, and I don't plan to go to heaven!"
I continued to talk nonsense to him, making him mistakenly believe that I was really suffering from paranoia.
The cell door was knocked, and Sally opened the shutter on the door and asked Yingnan, "Little Japan, is your roommate awake?"
The British man hadn't answered yet, so I shouted at the door: "I am a messenger sent by God, you dare to imprison me, you will definitely go to hell!"
The cell door opened, Leibo and Sally walked in, picked me up from the prison, and then dragged me out of the cell. I immediately shouted: "Let go of me, I am a messenger sent by God!"
The prisoners laughed and laughed in the cells on both sides. Leibo said to me: "The messenger sent by God, come with us to see Dr. Franklin. He will also send the prisoners to God!"
The two prison guards escorted me out of the prison, through the playground, to the prison guard's office area, and into an inconspicuous room on the first floor.
The light in the room was dim, but the space was not small. I was pressed on an iron chair, and the two of them quickly fixed my neck and limbs to the chair.
The lights in the room gradually brightened, and an old man with a gray beard appeared behind the desk opposite me in a white coat, and another young doctor was standing behind him.
"Whatyourname?" Dr. Franklin asked me.
I replied: "I am a messenger sent by God, are you an angel sent by God?"
Franklin shook his head and motioned to the doctor behind him to start the appraisal. This young blond white doctor came to me, took out a flashlight, and opened my eyelids to look inside.
Generally speaking, mental illness is easy to pretend, and it is impossible to detect pretense, but neuropathy cannot pretend, such as knee bounce reflex, pupil reflection to light, and some mental disorders are caused by neuropathy.
Sure enough, the young doctor checked my knee reflex again and said to Franklin: "Theprisoionwasnormal!"
usealiedetector!"
Jefferson dragged an odd-shaped instrument from the side of the room, plugged it in, and stuck these little leather bowls and rubber stickers on me.
My clothes were also unbuttoned, I closed my eyes, but Franklin yelled at me: "Openyoureyes!" (End of this chapter)