I studied beheading in a mental institution

"What is 1+1 equal to?"

In the narrow room, An Qingyu looked at the serious doctor opposite, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

"Are you kidding me?" An Qingyu asked back.

"Excuse me, Vice Captain An, these are some necessary questions to test whether your thinking is affected." The doctor smiled politely.

"...2."

"What is 19+18 equal to?"

An Qingyu frowned, and after thinking for a moment, replied: "37."

"What is 21 times 9?"

An Qingyu opened his mouth, as if to say something, but suddenly he froze in place.

His frown became tighter and tighter, as if he was trying to think about something, his face was full of difficulty, and after five seconds, he tentatively opened his mouth:

"189."

Seeing this, the doctor did not continue to do arithmetic, but directly changed the question:

"Suppose there is a class where the students are lined up, and you are number 15 regardless of whether you count from the left or the right. How many people are there in this class?"

"There are... there are... 30 people."

The doctor took a deep look at him, "Pumpkin, grape, cucumber, corn, pea, which one is the most special?"

"The most special?" An Qingyu thought for a while, "Corn."

"why?"

"Because everything grows on vines except corn."

"Suppose there is a code book, 'banana apple daya pear' means 'Wednesday's secret attack', 'apple sugar cane peach' means 'execute secret plan', 'orange banana tomato' means 'Wednesday's victory Belongs to us', what does the secret phrase 'Da Yali' mean?"

An Qingyu fell into deep thought...

The doctor nodded slightly, put away the documents in his hand, and pointed to the building blocks beside him, "It's okay, I will give you a figure later, and you can restore it with building blocks."

"……Um."

……

Lin Qiye and the others looked at An Qingyu who was splicing building blocks little by little in the surveillance, and stood there like a stone sculpture.

"This...how is it possible?" Cao Yuan asked in confusion, "Even I can answer those questions...Why can't Qing Yu?"

"It is not only his legs that are affected by the soul mutation, but also his brain." Dr. Zheng said slowly, "After our screening of questions, there is no problem with his cognition of the world, but logical reasoning and calculation The ability in this aspect has been severely damaged, which should be the sequelae caused by overloading the soul after some extremely huge calculations.

Of course, as long as more complicated calculations are not performed, there will be no problems in life... However, the Forbidden Ruins of Deputy Team An should be affected. "

"Logical reasoning and calculation?" Lin Qiye muttered to himself.

You know, for An Qingyu in the past, this was an absolute strength. Even Tianzun couldn't do such a thing as calculating the space-time coordinates of Lin Qiye and others, but he could... Now, it has degenerated to such a point ?

"I think Vice Captain An should have realized this a long time ago." Dr. Zheng sighed, "When he was pushed into the ward, he told me...he couldn't understand what he could analyze. Otherwise, we wouldn't have taken him to the mind test so quickly."

Lin Qiye and the others froze in place.

At this moment, Lin Qiye suddenly remembered the words An Qingyu asked herself on the way here...

Without the ability of logical calculation, [The Only Correct Solution] will be completely useless, he can no longer analyze anything, and he can't even actively use the ability he has already analyzed, plus the loss of sensation in his legs... like this, he , almost indistinguishable from the disabled.

"Is there no way to cure it?" Jiang Er asked anxiously.

Dr. Zheng shook his head helplessly, "I'm sorry, with our current ability, we can't even see through the particularity of his soul... There is really no way to treat it. The soul is the root of a person, and it is not so easy to repair."

Lin Qiye and the others stood in place, looking at the peaceful figure of the splicing building blocks in the monitoring, the air fell into a dead silence.

……

By the time Lin Qiye picked up An Qingyu and returned to his residence, it was already late at night.

Lin Qiye got out of the car with An Qingyu on his back, and walked straight to the room. The cold wind blew through the hair ends of the two of them, and An Qingyu's face was a little more haggard than before he went to check.

"Qingyu, don't think too much, sleep well tonight, leave the rest to me and Cao Yuan." Lin Qiye comforted as he walked, "We will find a way to cure you."

An Qingyu hummed lightly, but didn't say much.

Lin Qiye put him back on the bed, gave him some instructions, and then turned to leave. Jiang Er's black coffin floated in from the door, but after a moment of hesitation, it quietly floated out again.

Half a minute later, the soulful Jiang'er passed through the wall and snuggled up to An Qingyu.

"Where's your body?" An Qingyu asked.

"I... I put myself under the shed in the yard." Jiang Er lowered his head and whispered, "I'm afraid that it would be unlucky to put a coffin in your room."

An Qingyu was stunned for a moment, then chuckled softly: "What nonsense are you talking about? We've been here for so long, haven't we? If it's unlucky to carry a coffin, I'd have died hundreds of times by now."

"I don't care, I just don't want to see myself tonight."

"..."

Seeing that An Qingyu couldn't persuade Jiang Er, she could only lie down helplessly, staring at the dim ceiling above her head in a daze, Jiang Er leaned against him, the hazy moonlight shone through her emptiness, as if staining the bed sheet with a layer of hoarfrost .

"Qingyu..."

In the darkness, Jiang Er's voice suddenly sounded.

"Ok?"

"No matter what happens, I will be by your side."

An Qingyu turned her head and looked at Jiang Er's pure and firm eyes, feeling a little dazed.

He patted Jiang Er's head with his hand, hummed, and slowly closed his eyes...

……

tuk tuk-

The bright sunlight shines through the window and sprinkles on the floor of the room. An Qingyu is awakened by the light knock on the door, and opens her eyes dimly.

He didn't remember how he fell asleep last night, he only knew that he was lying on the bed in a daze like a corpse, and in a blur of consciousness, he seemed to have that dream again... that bizarre dream.

"Join..." An Qingyu supported her body with her hands and sat up against the wall.

The door opened, and in the bright living room, Cao Yuan pushed a large black wheelchair and walked into An Qingyu's room with a smile.

"Qingyu, what do you think I got for you?" Cao Yuan patted the back of the wheelchair and said excitedly, "The logistics department of the Night Watchman specially made a battle wheelchair, which is driven by spiritual power and can reach a maximum speed of 250 kilometers per hour. , The rear backup power supply, if the mental power is exhausted, it can run for another two hours with electricity!

With it, even if you can't walk by yourself, you can still catch the high-speed rail in a wheelchair!

I had them modify it last night. Although it is so big, it is very strong. Even if you carry the coffin of you and Jiang Er, it will not affect the speed at all. There are special fixing belts under the seat, which can help you The coffin is locked on the wheelchair and will not fall due to inertia during high-speed driving.

In addition, it also has three built-in parachutes, a set of thermal imaging enemy tracking device, and automatic ejection of climbing cables..."

Looking at Cao Yuan standing in front of the wheelchair, talking excitedly, An Qingyu froze in place.