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The first time Jiang Shuhua heard the name Jiang Shanglu as an adult was at the bedside of his father before he died.

Worn down by the disease, the head of the Jiang family, like a disastrously withered tree, held his wrist tremblingly, and explained to him intermittently while tears were streaming from his dry eyes,

"I... I'm going to... leave soon, Shuhua, go and take your second uncle home... His name is Jiang Shanglu, he is your grandfather's youngest son... Back then it was your grandfather and I who were sorry for him... ...you go and take him home now..."

After saying this, Jiang Shuhua's father closed his eyes, as if his last wish had been fulfilled and he would have nothing to worry about in his life.

Jiang Shuhua is a good son, and also his father's only son. Although he was about to inherit the huge family business in his early twenties, and seemed in a hurry everywhere, he still managed to do so in the fastest way a week after his father was buried. According to the address, I quickly found the place where my second uncle lived.

It's just that Jiang Shuhua never imagined that in the eyes of outsiders, his second uncle Jiang Shanglu, who had been recuperating in the suburbs because of his poor health, was... imprisoned in an unknown room. In a mental hospital.

In the No. [-] Psychiatric Inpatient Department of City Y, the white-toned corridor leads all the way to the end that Jiang Shuhua can't see. He slowly followed the medical staff all the way upstairs, and the driver who brought him was left downstairs by him.

But the downside of coming in alone is that Jiang Shuhua is obviously courageous, but since he came here, he has an uncomfortable feeling of goosebumps on the surface of his skin.

"Mr. Jiang, the facilities and environment here are among the best in China. Mr. Jiang and your father provided a lot of help to our hospital when they were still alive. Your uncle should be having lunch in the public cafeteria now. Let's go over here The inpatient area of ​​the hospital is here, he has recovered very well in the past few years, and now it is no problem at all to go back to live with his family..."

The voice of the medical staff sounded very cordial and enthusiastic, but Jiang Shuhua, who was frowning, was not in a relaxed mood. He just listened silently and nodded from time to time, and then followed him to a room similar to a disease monitoring room. The outside of the room with a huge one-way glass.

On the other side of the glass window, there is a very strange scene.

It wasn't the chaotic and yelling picture of a group of lunatics that Jiang Shuhua had imagined. On the contrary, everyone in hospital clothes looked calm and composed.

Uniform white hospital gowns with blue stripes, more or less thin and sickly faces, if you don't pay attention to the color in the depths of their pupils that is different from ordinary people, Jiang Shuhua must think that this is a strictly disciplined meal in a high school boarding school time.

However, after seeing these patients neatly picking up the straws on the table and starting to suck the porridge with clear soup and little water in the bowl, Jiang Shuhua looked at the medical staff beside him with some doubts, and the middle-aged man Seeing this, he just smiled, and then replied patiently,

"At the beginning of the year, a patient hid a chopstick and stabbed his throat. We didn't dare to use metal spoon handles for them, so we replaced the meal tools for patients with straws this month. ...Ah, look, your second uncle, Mr. Jiang, is over there, the one sitting there on the far left."

Hearing what the medical staff said, Jiang Shuhua quickly turned his gaze away. He was a little apprehensive and uneasy, but he also had unspeakable curiosity in his heart.

But when his eyes fell on the man sitting quietly on the other side of the glass window, Jiang Shuhua who was standing outside was stunned for a moment.

The man is about thirty or so, and at a glance, one can find that he has a face that resembles his grandfather, Mr. Jiang, with extremely aggressive features.

His complexion was a little pale, and his lower lip was pursed with an unhealthy whiteness. As far as he could see, there was a hostility under the sharp eyebrows that could not be dissipated, even through the glass window. However, Jiang Shuhua outside can still see that this is a man with a very strong personality.

Even if this person is just sitting there with a blank face, you can clearly feel an indescribable oppressive aura about him, and the patients around him are obviously a little afraid of him, so they try to avoid him as much as possible The distance made his figure even more lonely.

"...can I speak to him a little bit?"

Jiang Shuhua turned his head and asked the medical staff beside him, and the doctor nodded in a friendly manner.

After 15 minutes, Jiang Shuhua, who was sitting in the lounge, finally waited for his second uncle, Jiang Shanglu, who he hadn't seen in more than ten years, and this man, whose actual age was not too far behind him, first opened his chair and sat down with him. In front of him, he slowly raised his richly colored eyes to look at him.

But with just this one glance, the white sweat on Jiang Shuhua's back can be seen directly.

"Second...second uncle..."

Stuttering and screaming, Jiang Shuhua is still young after all, and he is obviously not calm enough to face many things.

And seeing him obviously afraid of himself, Jiang Shanglu, who had no superfluous expression on his face, narrowed his eyes slowly, and asked him a question abruptly.

"Shuhua, is your father dead?"

This opening remark is really scary. Jiang Shuhua is full of awe for this second uncle who only vaguely remembers seeing him when he was a child, but now he seems to have run out of a ghost movie set, and he doesn't dare to correct him. Respecting his father's words, he could only reluctantly nodded and replied stiffly,

"My dad...let me pick you up before he dies, Second Uncle, we can go home now."

Jiang Shuhua's words made Jiang Shanglu strangely silent. His hands seemed to be relaxed on the reception table in front of him, but his slender and slender fingers full of strength were tapping on the table nervously and casually.

At first Jiang Shuhua thought that Jiang Shanglu was thinking seriously so he didn't answer himself, but when he heard that the rhythm of these fingers falling was obviously a tune, Jiang Shuhua became a little restless.

The tsunami-like and frightening sound of the piano pierced his ears like a substance. There was no movement in the stuffy room, but Jiang Shuhua, whose hands were trembling, seemed to have heard with his own ears that the man in front of him was crazy and depressed. The inner world that vents everywhere.

What's even more weird is that when he and Jiang Shanglu kept the distance of talking face to face, Jiang Shuhua always felt that there was a floral fragrance in the room that he couldn't describe. On the contrary, it seems strongly that he is currently in a huge field of flowers that cannot be seen beyond the horizon.

In his somewhat trance-like consciousness, blood-red blood flowing out of the wound seeps into the soil under his feet, and no matter how strong the willpower is, the mind will be completely controlled by the slowly opening ferocious petals.

Jiang Shanglu, who had finally calmed down after playing the entire lengthy piece of music with full concentration, suddenly stopped his hands, and then smiled strangely at Jiang Shuhua, who had been so scared that he could not speak. up.

"...Okay, I'll be waiting for you, then come back next Monday."

When Jiang Shuhua staggered out of the inpatient department with sweat on his back, the weather outside was fine, with clouds floating in the smoky blue sky, and a large number of green plants planted around the inpatient area It also added a lot of vitality to the depressing hospital atmosphere.

It's just that he didn't know if he was really unlucky today. Just as he walked quickly past the flower bed in the middle of the hospital building, Jiang Shuhua's nose inadvertently smelled a smell that was exactly the same as when meat rotted.

"...What is this smell?"

Covering his nose with the palm of his hand, he asked in confusion. Jiang Shuhua, who was still in shock, had never smelled such a disgusting smell in his life. Naturally, his reaction was very strong. The doctor who sent him out followed him with no surprise. Covering his nose, he explained with a weird smile,

"This is the smell from the tree that we just got from the downstairs of the inpatient department a few days ago. I don't remember the specific scientific name, but I remember there is a folk name, it's called the dead man's tree... the key point in the city Now the Agricultural University has no way to plan the space reasonably due to the expansion of the teaching building, so we can only pick a remote suburb like ours to move the tree. It is said that the soil environment here is more suitable for the growth of the tree... It just so happens that the tree these days The fruiting period is coming soon, the biggest feature of his fruiting period is that it can emit a smell that is very similar to a corpse, which is really quite rare..."

It was fine if the doctor didn't explain carefully, but after explaining Jiang Shuhua's face was so ugly that he couldn't speak. He looked in the direction the doctor pointed, and as expected, he saw two trees taller than ordinary adult men. tall deciduous shrub.

But I don't know if his own psychological suggestion is more serious. Jiang Shuhua, who is frowning, really thinks that the branches of these two well-growing trees are spreading upwards, which is a bit scary.

At first glance, it looks like two monsters embracing about to break free from the confinement of the soil, wishing to extend their hands through the tightly closed windows to the popular places in the hospital building, grab a few Fresh living people come out to fill their stomachs to satisfy their fullness.

This idea is really powerful. For the first time, Jiang Shuhua, a finance student, felt that he might have the talent to become a ghost novelist.

It's just that when his scrutinizing eyes fell on those windows that were tightly closed in broad daylight and still vaguely locked, Jiang Shuhua, who was a little doubtful in his heart, couldn't hold back to ask after all.

"...Why are those windows closed? Aren't they open during the day?"

"...In fact, it can be opened during the day and night, because the balcony of our private ward is very high, and nothing bad has ever happened before, but the night before yesterday, there was a patient on the fifth floor who didn't know it in the middle of the night. What happened, I fell out of the window and almost fell to my death in the flower bed downstairs... We really don't understand how he could climb up to such a high balcony. Temporarily seal all the external balcony windows to avoid any greater safety problems... After all, this group of patients with poor mental states can do anything when they get sick..."

The doctor's nonchalant attitude made Jiang Shuhua feel very nervous. Hearing this, he didn't want to ask any more questions. He just wanted to leave this ghostly place that made him uncomfortable everywhere.

But when he inadvertently turned his head and glanced at the inpatient building above, he saw his strange second uncle standing there by the window of the reception room just now, wondering what to do next. Looking at something below.

From such a long distance, Jiang Shuhua could feel something wrong with the eyes of Jiang Shanglu who was standing there alone.

As if a carnivore was coveting something delicious, no matter how dark and heavy the night was, he could not cover up his bloody mouth that slowly opened.

Jiang Shuhua was startled all of a sudden, and he withdrew his frightened gaze, and didn't dare to stay any longer, and got into the car and ran away like a mouse seeing a cat.

And until Jiang Shuhua came, the car in which he was sitting was no longer visible, and Jiang Shanglu, who hadn't deliberately stood by the window to see him, curled his lips meaningfully.

"Mr. Jiang, it's time for you to go back to your room."

The female nurse outside the door said respectfully, Jiang Shanglu walked out without saying a word, and then followed the two female nurses in front who seemed to be escorting prisoners back to the ward where he lived.

When they took the elevator straight up to the fifth floor, and walked into the long corridor of the ward, Jiang Shanglu heard a scream like a slaughtered pig, and he immediately walked towards the ward next to him carelessly. took a look.

Through the half-closed door, one could see at a glance a young man who was holding his hands and feet by two doctors and was about to put on a restraint belt, and was still crying heart-piercingly.

Judging from his appearance, he should not be full, and it is pitiful to be treated like this at a young age, but after hearing what he was yelling clearly, Jiang Shanglu, who was just watching the fun, suddenly changed his eyes.

"Let me go!!! I'm just an innocent tomato why are you doing this to me!!! Plant me back in the ground and I'm going to die from lack of water!!! What are you going to do to me! Ahhhh !!! Don't catch me in the pot!! You bastard, don't put salt!! I'm going to die!!! Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!"

Jiang Shanglu: "........."