I Just Memorized The Plot. Did You Tell Me To Change The Script?

"How is your quality of life lately? Do you have arrhythmia?"

"I'm very normal. I don't smoke or drink. I make sure to sleep eight hours a day and drink a glass of warm milk before going to bed."

Dr. Bi behind the desk suddenly turned dark when he heard this. This is pure nonsense and he didn't draft it. Where did you, a mental patient, get warm milk?

But he still calmly took out a photo and placed it in front of Xie Chun, asking: "What did you think when you saw this photo?"

Xie Chun looked at it carefully: "Isn't this just a photo of a few children?"

Doctor Bi took out a black pen and drew a circle on one of the boys' heads: "Where is this guy?"

"No idea."

"Well... your condition is not optimistic." The doctor pondered for a few seconds:

"A typical psychological disorder has affected my cognition and memory. Your state is probably caused by excessive indulgence."

"..."

Xie Chunren was dumbfounded: "No, I only said two sentences in total, and you can summarize such a long list of diseases?!"

"Don't get excited. You have been in the hospital for so many years, and I know all about your condition."

Dr. Bi's voice was gentle and he kept soothing: "I know you can't accept the past in the hospital, so you hope to create a pure and flawless self to face life. This is the root cause of your amnesia."

"This is purely a personal unfounded guess!" Xie Chun said dissatisfied: "Normal hospitals must have formal testing procedures, right? Even if a cold is diagnosed, there must be a thermometer to measure the body temperature!"

"The conversation just now is about the testing process." Dr. Bi sighed slightly: "You have big problems with your cognition and memory, and you have always felt unfamiliar and wary from the moment you entered this office."

That’s because it’s really my first time coming back here!

"The most important thing is..." The doctor raised the photo on the table: "You entered the hospital because of these people, and now you have no memory at all?"

Xie Chun sighed piteously: "Of course I remember, but people can't dwell on the past forever, they must always look to the future."

"What about this little boy?"

"this......"

Xie Chun was immediately stuck. How could he know who this person was?

"I can't tell you. You fed him more than a dozen pieces of chalk, and finally he was rescued by gastric lavage." Dr. Bi said calmly: "And you were arrested by his parents who called the police."

"When will the injustice be repaid? People must learn to let go." Xie Chun paused for a long time and slowly uttered this sentence.

"But you are the perpetrator!" Dr. Bi's eyes were sharp: "Today, your mental level has transformed into a highly aggressive and dangerous personality!"

"I have absolutely no mental problems!" Xie Chun glanced at the dagger on the opponent's waist: "And you should be more dangerous than me, right?"

Dr. Bi noticed his gaze and took out two daggers and put them on the table: "This is for self-defense in the hospital. There are many dangerous patients like you."

"What a big mistake!" Xie Chun interrupted him: "It's because you don't like other patients. Now your mental level has transformed into a highly aggressive and dangerous personality!"

doctor:"?"

Xie Chun continued: "And you have just been trying to add some unfounded illnesses to me, but I just forgot some things from my childhood."

"Now I suspect, doctor, that your mental state is the one with the problem!"

Dr. Bi's mouth twitched: "Your current situation of always believing that you are right is a typical mental disorder and lack of self-awareness."

"Since you said there is something wrong with my memory, I will prove it."

Xie Chun coughed lightly and recited the personal information he had just seen from beginning to end, from information to resume, every word.

"I have proved it, now it's up to you, doctor."

Xie Chun sounded like a professional: "I can let you memorize it for five minutes first."

"This..." Dr. Bi was embarrassed.

"Look, you can't do it, so my memory is fine."

Xie Chun slowly shook his head: "You have a typical psychological disorder, which has affected my memory. Your state is probably caused by excessive indulgence. Young people should control themselves."

"You are sophistry!" the doctor interrupted with a cold face.

"That's wrong! You now firmly believe that you are right and rejecting my guidance is a sign of a mental disorder patient's lack of insight!"

"Teacher Bi, have you heard that doctors cannot heal themselves?"

"Ha!" Dr. Bi sneered: "You are really eloquent, but it's a pity that it's of no use to me."

Xie Chun sighed. The first plan failed. It was a bit difficult to prove that he was not a psychopath.

This is pure hell difficulty. A person who has been locked up in a mental hospital for ten years will be regarded as mentally ill no matter what he says or does.

It is completely unrealistic to want to prove yourself.

Doctor Bi put away the dagger and said calmly: "Let's talk about the next topic, mother..."

...

...

After a 20-minute question-and-answer session with the doctor, Xie Chun was sent out of the office by several nurses.

Teacher Bi's face turned black until the end. This was not because Xie Chun refused to cooperate - he really couldn't even if he wanted to!

Ask him questions such as "Compared with before, how do you feel about your current body changes?" "How is your mood recently?" "How is your current sleep situation?" "Do you have tinnitus or auditory hallucinations?" etc.

However, Xie Chun had only been here for less than half an hour. How could he know what the situation was like before?

Naturally, he could only make up nonsense about these questions.

So what the doctor showed in the end was an image of an aspiring young man who was disease-free, healthy, mentally stable, and upright in his outlook on life, the kind who could build a new Xuan Kingdom if he was pulled out.

This answer, let alone the doctor's, seemed to him to be pure nonsense.

If you really want to be so normal, how can you still stay in a mental hospital?

"The next two hours are your breakfast and relaxation time. You are not allowed to contact other patients or hurt others." The nurse holding Xie Chun's arm said succinctly.

"Okay, thank you guys for your hard work."

Xie Chun was sent to a room similar to a living room and waited for his meal on a soft sofa.

Several caregivers left the room chatting and laughing, and the words they exchanged were carried by the wind to Xie Chun's ears.

"12138 seems to be very cooperative today?"

"Don't think about those psychotic ideas, not to mention that this person is notoriously difficult to deal with, so it's better to be careful."

"Indeed, the new young man who joined last month resigned on the spot after being injured by him."

"You haven't been here long. Maybe you don't know the glorious achievements of 12138 before. A few years ago, when the management was not so strict, he used chopsticks as swords and scratched five or six caregivers by himself, and blood came from each one!"

"Good guy."

"So you must be careful when dealing with these mentally ill people, have less communication and contact, and don't do anything superfluous except for necessary interactions..."

The few people behind walked away, and Xie Chun could no longer hear clearly what they were saying.

He observed several other people in the room. One was lying on the window sill basking in the sun, one was slumped in the corner motionless, and another was sitting upright on the sofa by the door.

Thinking of the nurse's words about prohibiting active contact with other patients, I didn't move for the time being.

Let's have breakfast.

There was a dinner plate with an elastic band on the table, and there seemed to be a special holder on the bottom of the plate. Xie Chun looked down and saw that the entire dinner plate was bolted to the table. He was probably afraid of picking up the meal when he was mentally ill. The pan is used as a weapon to hit people.

There weren't even any chopsticks, just regular small, low-quality plastic spoons.

To be honest, using this thing to hurt people is a technical job. It is more likely that the plastic spoon will break first in the process of hurting people.

On the dinner plate are steamed buns, porridge, and a little bit of pickles.

Xie Chun had no choice but to eat after he was full.

He took a bite of the steamed bun. It was vegetarian, stuffed with chives and eggs. The treatment in this mental hospital was really unacceptable.

It is no longer realistic to say that you are eating well, it is more realistic to just make do with enough food.

When Xie Chun was about to chat with a kind-faced patient, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open, and a girl wearing a white nurse uniform, high heels and a high ponytail walked in.

He was stunned immediately: "Jiang Jinhua?"

"Eh? Do you know me?" Jiang Jinhua pointed at herself in surprise.

"Jinhua! It's your first day at work, don't take the initiative to talk to the patients here!"

The nurse who came in later closed the door with her backhand and said coldly.

Xie Chun was stunned again: "Su Xingruo?"

"Why, you won't call me Nurse Su today?" Su Xingruo sneered, pulled Jiang Jinhua aside and educated her:

"Patients in the hospital are very dangerous. Don't talk to those people unless necessary."

"But he seems to know me..." Jiang Jinhua said weakly.

"Pull him down, you were still in elementary school when he came in!" Su Xingruo said with a look of hatred for steel.

"All the patients here are abnormal. You may be led into the other party's language trap at some point."

"Is there...? But I think he looks very good-looking."

Su Xingruo rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Have you seen the middle-aged man slumped on his seat in the corner?"

"What's wrong with him? He looks normal."

"He always feels that some of the bones in his body have been dug out, and he always talks about what kind of supreme leader he will become in the future."

"..."

Su Xingruo continued: "Did the young man at the door see it? He always felt that there was a teacher in his mind, and he could control various flames to refine medicine. If this didn't burn down the house, he would be sent to the hospital."

Jiang Jinhua was silent for a few seconds and pointed at the last person except Xie Chun: "What about the one lying on the window sill basking in the sun? Is this normal?"

"Did you see the pot of blue grass on the windowsill?" Su Xingruo sighed slightly: "This person thinks that grass is his mother, and he chases the attending doctor every day for a handy hammer, and the inflatable toy in the corner marked 100T The hammer is.”

The corner of Xie Chun's mouth twitched. I figured it out. Each of these brothers has special skills.

After hearing the deeds of the first three, Jiang Jinhua pointed her finger tremblingly at Xie Chun, who was eating steamed buns: "What about him?"

"He's amazing." Su Xingruo didn't know how to describe it for a moment:

"This person made up a story about everyone in the hospital, imagining that he was the protagonist in it. The story could still be self-explanatory, and he constantly updated the background, from urban to fantasy, from fantasy to fairy tale, there was nothing the same. "

"..."

"These are not important. Anyway, hurry up and take their blood pressure, put away the plates and then rest." Su Xingruo said calmly.

With that said, she walked to the table deep in the room and put away the tableware.

And Jiang Jinhua came to Xie Chun with a trembling blood pressure monitor: "Is it convenient to take a blood pressure test?"

Xie Chun stretched out his right hand in cooperation and whispered: "Can you lend me your phone for a while?"

"No, it can't be done. Patients can't have access to electronic devices."

"Actually, I'm not sick." Xie Chun said seriously:

"I am your future husband. I traveled back through Fatty Blue's time machine and lurked in the mental hospital just to meet you today."

"?"

Jiang Jinhua didn't respond, but the words "Are you fucking kidding me?" were written all over her expression.

"In this way, let me prove it simply." Xie Chun said slowly: "This is the first time you have seen me, right?"

"Um."

Xie Chun felt the touch of the sphygmomanometer on his arm and recalled: "You have a very precious stuffed bear named Winnie, and you often sleep with it in your arms. In addition, your hobby is painting, and you often accept money for money. Some large-scale pictures."

Although Jiang Jinhua was surprised, she still said: "Xingruo knows what you said, maybe you tricked her before."

Xie Chun looked weird, and after a while of silence, he finally spoke: "The first time you were ○ was when you were 15 years old. You happened to click on a certain pink website on your mobile phone and saw the erotic comics in it. You couldn't control it, so you pursued her. I started my painting career.”

"By the way, you were using a pillow to get pleasure. That pillow afterwards..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Jinhua put her hand on his mouth and said hurriedly: "I believe it, I believe it."

Very good, Xie Chun got Jiang Jinhua's mobile phone and immediately opened Baidu.

"This is...Earth?" he murmured.

Jiang Jinhua asked strangely: "What if it's not the case?"

Xie Chun looked at the unfamiliar yet familiar name of the country on it, and searched for the words Xuanguo, Blue Star, etc., but found no such place.

etc.

Xie Chun thought for a while, tentatively searched for the words {First President of the United States} on Baidu, and clicked search.

{George Washington}

"..."

For final confirmation, Xie Chun typed {S6 Who is the first king? }, click Search.

The answer of {last Xuan Shen} was displayed on the screen.

He then played {S6 Who is the second king? }.

This time, the screen was full of garbled characters. Xie Chun thought for a while, thinking about MacArthur silently in his heart. After a few seconds, the screen finally locked on the answer of {MacArthur}.

"So that's it..."

Xie Chun handed back the phone and said slowly: "Beelzebub, stop pretending."

At this moment, a wind howl suddenly sounded in Xie Chun's ears, and then his eyes were shielded by a burst of dazzling white light.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a dark space, with a figure in black robes in front of him.

"How did you find out?" Beelzebub said hoarsely.

"Because you constructed this illusion based on my memory, naturally nothing beyond the scope of my memory will appear."

Xie Chun slowly explained: "For example, the first president of the United States, or the first king of S6, these are things I know, so you can follow my memory and continue the fantasy."

"But when it comes to areas like the second king of S6 that even I don't know about, you start to be blind. The flaw is here."

"I'm asking, how do you know that I did all this?" Beelzebub said calmly.

"This is a technical job."

Xie Chun sighed.

He thought for a long time in Dr. B's office before he roughly found the source of the problem in traveling to the parallel world.

That was when he killed Fang Ping with his two swords, he didn't hear the system's "Main Mission Completed" sound.

In other words, Beelzebub is not dead at all.

Then the problem is very clear, it is probably him who is causing trouble.

The rest is nothing more than confirming what the hell Bisib did, whether his soul was transported to a parallel world, or... he was simply in an illusion.

Xie Chun tried to reach out and scratched the air in front of him, and a system panel popped up accordingly.

"That's right."

He stretched out his hand and held it in vain, and a light blue long sword condensed out and pointed directly at the man in black robe in front of him.