I, a Saiyan, cultivate immortality in the world of Nine Uncles

Lin Yundi honked the car horn, and after a few beeps, a window opened on the rusty gate of Bicaro Mental Hospital. A man in a white robe stretched out his head to look at it, and asked Chi Chi, "Are you Dr. Lin Yundi?"

Lin Yundi nodded his head as a confirmation, the man behind the window contacted with a pager and opened the iron door.

The car drove into the mental hospital and stopped at a garden parking lot. Lin Yundi got off the car and walked straight into the gate of the inpatient department.

As soon as he entered the inpatient department, the scene changed drastically.

The patient with his hands bound laughed and ran wildly, and the strong medical staff behind him were chasing him.
There are also patients who waddle around, talk to themselves, and face the wall in a daze.

An old man came over to greet Lin Yundi with a smile: "Xiao Lin, you are here. The hospital happens to be the time for release, so it's a bit messy, don't mind."

"It doesn't matter. I also do psychotherapy. These are normal." Lin Yundi replied with a flat expression. This old man is the director of Picaro Mental Hospital. He has dealt with him several times before.

When Lin Yundi said this, his heart was as quiet as stagnant water.He has been a psychiatrist for several years and has seen all kinds of mental illnesses. He has no feeling for this mental hospital that is oppressive and suffocating in the eyes of outsiders.

The old man nodded slightly, and led Lin Yundi to the aisle on the right, while walking, he introduced: "This joint treatment is an insurance investigator. He suddenly went crazy on the street, behaved strangely, and kept claiming to passers-by that the gods were calling him."

"God? Paranoia?" Lin Yundi asked aloud.

"It's not clear. After the patient enters the hospital, everything is normal suddenly, so the medical department needs you to do combined treatment to make sure that he will not endanger the society before he can be discharged." The old man opened the door as he spoke, and the guard behind the door moved away, revealing the iron fence. Behind the iron fence was a middle-aged man in a white hospital uniform.

The middle-aged man drew on the wall with a black pen, a series of symbols of unknown meaning.

"It's him, John. Here are his medical records and police investigation documents." The old man took a stack of documents from a doctor and handed them to Lin Yundi.

The file contains the basic information of the patient named John, an investigator of the insurance company, with rigorous thinking and clear organization, a gold medal employee of the company, no family medical history, and no criminal record.

Looking at this information, Lin Yundi frowned slightly. Judging from his professional experience, mental illness is more likely to occur in high-pressure working conditions, people with a history of genetic diseases, or people with relatively large psychological defects.

Insurance investigators conduct commercial investigations of questionable insurance policies, and the job isn't very stressful.And if John is really organized and rigorous in thinking as stated in the document, it is even less likely that he will have a sudden mental breakdown.

Vaguely, Lin Yundi felt that this matter was not simple.

He signaled the guard to open the iron gate and walked in alone.

The sound of the iron door opening caught John's attention. He put down his pen, turned around, and looked at Lin Yundi quietly, just like a normal person.

Lin Yundi moved half a step to the right and changed his position to John's side. Based on his many years of experience, this angle is in the weak line of sight, which will not arouse the patient's vigilance and is more convenient for conversation.

"Hi, I'm your therapist, can I talk?" He said in a very soft tone.

John still stood there motionless, and after a while he said, "I'm not crazy."

Lin Yundi wrote on the notepad: "The patient's mouth is clear, his eyes are focused, and there is no abnormal expression." '

He finished writing and said:
"When every patient comes in, he says he's not crazy, but it's my job to really determine whether it's normal, and I hope you will cooperate."

After hesitating, John became restless and seemed to have experienced some psychological struggle before speaking: "I really saw God! They didn't believe me, and they all said I was crazy."

Looking at John's changes, Lin Yundi further judged: "Although the reaction was a bit emotional, it was not the same as a mental patient. '

Lin Yundi immediately became interested in this seemingly 'normal' John.

"Can you be more specific?"

"It started with a book. The target of my investigation was a collector. He suddenly reported that his collection was missing five days ago. But the police did not find any traces of intrusion at the scene. The company suspected that he was making a false report to cheat insurance, so they sent me to investigate."

John began to tell about his extraordinary experience.

"After I received the investigation task, I went to the collector's house. Strange things happened. The whole room seemed to have been attacked by terror."

John paused as he said this, and stretched out his hand to gesture: "I used to be a detective, and I did research on the traces of the crime scene. I was investigating the scene at the time, but I found it was very strange. All the furniture and collections that were scattered and dumped were facing in one direction, as if they were being pushed by some force. This is very abnormal. Generally speaking, man-made damage does not appear in such a consistent direction of collapse."

Lin Yundi, who was recording, stopped writing, and interjected, "Have you seen the collector?"

John showed fearful eyes: "He was not found at the scene, but I checked the surveillance video of the day in the surveillance room in the basement, but found that he was in the room all the time."

John said here, and began to speak incoherently: "He's always there, at least in the surveillance video, but not in reality. I don't understand why it is like this. Do you know? The collector is crying and shouting beside me, but I can't see him. He also tried to lift a vase and hit me, but it didn't work at all. It feels like that house has two worlds. His world can be seen with the surveillance camera, but can't be touched."

Lin Yundi got up when he heard this, turned around and walked out of the ward, and said to the old man, "Do you know about this?"

The old man replied with a smile: "It's a complete lie. The police went to check the surveillance video according to his words. There was no one else in the video except him."

Hearing this, Lin Yundi returned to the ward again, looked at John carefully, and his intuition made him judge that John was not lying, but the reality proved that what John said was false.

Could it be the legendary ghosts and gods?
Lin Yundi secretly laughed in his heart. He has been able to see ghosts since he was a child, but it seems that the ghosts in this world will disappear automatically after death, and he has no ability to affect human perception or even tamper with surveillance video.

He became more and more curious about John's experience, and asked aloud:

"Even so, there's no need to yell that the gods are coming on the street. What happened to you after that?"

The decadent John seemed unwilling to recall the past, shaking his head desperately.

Lin Yundi continued to comfort him: "This matter may be very important. If you can't say it, you can only judge that you have delusional disorder."

He used psychological suggestion, directly using the things that the patient cares most to induce, although it is simple, it is direct and effective.