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The clean and white, but extremely cold ward was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop.

The seemingly tempting question failed to stir up waves on the male patient's face.

There was only confusion in his expression.

"You, are you new here?" After a while, he finally spoke.

"You can understand it this way." I nodded along with his words, "What's your name? Don't you want to leave here?"

"I am No. 11." The man licked his pale lips. His body seemed to be in better shape than Miao Xiaohui, not as weak.

"I don't want to leave. We are all sinners. Staying here can atone for our sins."

"What crime have you committed?" I asked curiously.

I'm not sure whether I can get clues from the mouths of mentally ill patients.

But this male patient can have a normal conversation with me, let’s give it a try.

"Didn't I tell you?" Male Patient No. 11 frowned and answered the question incorrectly, "You can't take the medicine they give you, they are all crazy!"

"Who are they?" I asked.

"How many times do I have to tell you, madman!" Male patient No. 11 looked at me impatiently as if he was mentally retarded.

There is nothing wrong with this logic.

I shook my head speechlessly.

However, some things can be inferred from his words.

The person giving out the medicine is crazy.

In other words, in his eyes, Dr. Lu should be a lunatic.

And they are sinners.

Do they refer to the patients on the eighth floor?

"Who else is a sinner but you?"

"We." No. 11 showed an irritated expression again, "Is there something wrong with your IQ? How many times do you need me to tell you before you understand?"

"There are 18 of us, all guilty!"

"Then what crime have you committed?" I asked, rubbing my temples.

"We, aren't we..." No. 11 moved his mouth, but suddenly froze. After a moment of blank expression, his expression suddenly became confused.

"What crime have we committed?"

It was obviously me who was asking him, but he stared at me and asked.

The next second, before I could say anything, his expression suddenly turned ferocious.

"I'm not guilty! I'm not guilty!"

"you are crazy!"

"roll!"

"I'm not guilty!"

Yelling as if stimulated.

I quickly covered his mouth and glanced at the door.

"Shh! I know you are not guilty and have been wronged!" I comforted me repeatedly, "Tell me what you know and I can save you!"

No. 11 seemed to understand, stopped shouting and struggling, and looked at me with wide eyes, his pupils trembling slightly.

He moved his mouth.

I let go.

"I'm guilty! I'm guilty!"

"I am a sinner!"

"I deserve to die, I don't deserve to live!"

"I want to atone for my sins!"

"I want redemption!"

No. 11 yelled again, his expression ferocious and twisted, but full of pain and guilt, as if he had really committed a heinous crime.

My head was covered with black lines and I pressed No. 11’s mouth again.

Sure enough, it is impossible to communicate normally with a mentally ill person.

Their thinking is not in the same world as normal people at all.

Fortunately, No. 11 didn't shout for long, and his voice gradually became quieter as if he was tired.

But his eyes were full of disgust towards himself, and he looked very sick.

After he regained his composure, I rummaged around the ward and finally found information related to him on the medical record card beside the bed.

No. 11, male, 36 years old.

Schizophrenia.

Overview of the condition: The patient favored sons over daughters. After his wife gave birth to two daughters in succession, he became dissatisfied and subjected his mother and daughter to long-term domestic violence and abuse. Even when his wife was pregnant for the third time, he miscarried and lost a baby boy. Because he could not accept the fact that he had destroyed his son with his own hands, he became insane.

Putting down the medical card, I glanced at No. 11, who was muttering to himself.

If the information is true, then he is indeed a 100% scumbag.

This was probably the reason why he shouted that he was guilty.

He also said that they are all guilty. Do the patients on the 8th floor all have sinful experiences?

I left Ward 11.

Instead of going to Ward 9 next door, I went to Ward 15 first.

I want some proof.

Are there patients in all 18 wards?

Because not only Patient No. 11, but also Miao Xiaohui, also said that 18 people would die.

Enter the password and the metal door pops open.

The light from the corridor shines through the door, and Ward 15 is dark.

The lights were not turned on, and the hospital bed was empty and no one was there.

I then verified that there were no patients in wards 16-18, and it was the same.

Mrs. Han was the latest to be sent to the eighth floor and was assigned to No. 14. According to this logic, the previous Nos. 1 to 13 were all occupied.

I also confirmed this through the viewing window.

Since not all 18 wards are occupied, why do both Miao Xiaohui and No. 11 say that?

With doubts, I opened the door of Ward 12.

Lying on the white and cold hospital bed was an old lady in her dying years.

His gray hair was almost gone, he was as skinny as a stick, his face was bloodless, and he looked more like a corpse than anyone else.

I didn't wake him up.

With the experience of communicating with No. 11, I no longer put my hope in communicating with mental patients.

He directly picked up the medical record card at the end of the bed and checked the old lady's information.

12th.

Female, 52 years old.

Severe anorexia, depression.

Overview of the condition: The patient will feel fear and boredom when seeing food. While he is unwilling to eat, he will not let others eat. He often secretly throws away the food cooked by his family members. When his family members find out, they use very unpleasant words, insults and curses to each other. In the most serious case, my grandson's mouth was sewn shut with needle and thread so that he could not eat.

Putting down the medical record card, I couldn't help but take another look at the old lady.

She was not that old, but she looked like a corpse that had been dried for many years.

The whole body was extremely shriveled, with only a thin layer of flesh sticking to it, but the skin was pale.

She is indeed not a good person.

Generally speaking, the elderly love their grandchildren the most, but she is really psychopathic to be able to stick a needle on her own grandson.

Leaving Ward 12, I entered Ward 10.

Lying on the hospital bed was a very young boy, probably around twenty, with a delicate appearance.

No. 10, male, 19 years old.

Depression.

Overview of the condition: According to family members, the patient has liked to abuse small animals since childhood when he was in a bad mood. At first, they just dismembered frogs, mice and other animals, and gradually developed into pet cats and dogs. His family once took him to see a psychiatrist, but the effect was not good. Instead, the patient learned to hide, which led to tragedy when he grew up. In college, the patient had a quarrel with his classmates and brutally murdered them.

It's hard to imagine that such a handsome boy could have such a dark psychology.

After reading the information, my heart felt a little heavy.

The text printed on the paper is shocking. The medical record card does not seem to be used to record the patient's condition, but more like an indictment.

It clearly records the evil that the patient has committed.

With an indescribable feeling, I pushed open the door of Ward No. 9.

No. 9, male, 46 years old.

Schizophrenia.

The summary of this patient's condition is extremely long.