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The door of the treatment room was closed, Yu Ran tilted his head and asked Yan Shiche: "Do you know how we got out just now?"

Yan Shiche shrugged, expressing that he didn't know either.

They were clearly standing still just now, the door seemed to pass through them, and when they realized it, it had already been locked outside.

This absurd experience reminds Yu Ran of the fairy tale Alice in Wonderland, the crying girl in red = the March rabbit, the No. 13 steps = the rabbit hole, when they pass through the gap between the fourth and third floors, the entire nursing home Everything has changed.

However, neither the doctors, nurses nor patients seemed to have any malice towards them.

Yu Ran took a step forward hesitantly, and came to the door of the second treatment room, Yan Shiche thoughtfully pushed the door open for him.

Obviously, the treatment method in this treatment room is much more brutal than the first one.

A right leg wrapped in gauze is jumping on the ground, and behind it is a patient jumping on one leg. The patient rushed forward and did not grab the right leg, but the right leg turned around consciously , stepped on its owner's face with its toe, and then made a mess in the ward.

It jumped across a row of hospital beds like a rabbit, woke up all the patients on the beds from coma, tripped over an infusion stand, the hose on the infusion stand slammed, and swept all the bottles and cans on the table to the ground It fell to pieces.

"Take care of your legs, cripple!" A patient yelled, his arms were missing, and he struggled to get up from the hospital bed, "Next time, I'll throw your legs off the fifth floor!"

The one-legged patient stared back angrily, cursing, "If only you could catch that! It's a pity you don't even have a hand, sir!"

"You are discriminatory!" The eyes of the man without arms almost turned into frogs.

"It was you who called me lame first!"

"discriminate!"

"Clawless toad!"

Bang!

The right leg kicked away the table blocking the way, and all the plates and kettles on the table were broken, biscuits mixed with black tea were spilled all over the floor, and the sweet and milky scent floated into the air steaming hot.

"Stop arguing, you two bastards!" A hale and hearty old man cursed on another hospital bed, "Go and grab that leg, it wants to run out—please, close the door!"

The last sentence he yelled at Yu Ran and the others, his right leg really ran towards the door, Yu Ran stuck behind the door and closed the door, Yan Shiche tacitly kicked the rushing right leg out, the His leg was kicked and fell to the ground, and he couldn't get up because he had no support.

"My leg!" The one-legged patient groaned in distress, rushed forward to hold his leg, took out a rope from his pocket, and tied his right leg firmly to his chest.

"Cripple..." the man without arms muttered.

The one-legged man retorted: "At least my leg is still there, and your hand was eaten by the devil!"

The former frowned suddenly, and just about to quarrel, the old man roared angrily: "Shut up!"

Everyone died down, and retreated to their hospital beds sleepily.

"Maybe someone should order a new afternoon tea," suggested a patient.

"It's all the lame."

"It's my right leg. It and I have been separated into two. You should clearly identify the person!"

"Should we have afternoon tea?"

"Ring the bell if you want a copy, sir, I'm too pissed to swallow."

Their fragmentary conversation made the two at the door confused, Yu Ran glanced around and found that no one was wary of the blue hospital gowns they were wearing.

"Excuse me." Yu Ran said, "What kind of ward is this?"

"What ward? Of course it's the resection ward!" The old man waved his right hand with his fingers cut off, and rolled his eyes. "Where is the disease and where is the cut? I don't know if the knife will cure the disease."

"They all just finished surgery." The outermost patient said, "I should be the next one, but the operating room is very busy, and they are dealing with another person whose eyeball was smashed."

A normal person would not be so alive and kicking just after the amputation operation, but Yu Ran has gradually gotten used to everything absurd here, and he naturally joined the conversation of this group of patients.

"I saw that person." Yu Ran said, "It seems that his eyeballs were also eaten by demons?"

"Nonsense." The old man snorted, "We are all victims of the devil, that thing from hell is the best at disguising, as long as you are eroded by him a little, you are finished."

"Why hasn't the afternoon tea arrived yet?" The outermost patient stared at the cold food on the ground and swallowed.

The old man said: "He was targeted by the devil because of his greed."

"What are you staring at?" Yu Ran asked.

"Caries!" The patient covered his mouth, "very serious."

"I know." The conceited and domineering old man said, "The doctor needs to scrape the meat out of your mouth, wring out your tongue, pull out all your teeth, and then you can only eat soft biscuits soaked in milk to fill your stomach every day."

"I love biscuits." The patient with dental caries comforted himself.

The old man retorted: "But you don't even have a tongue, so you can't taste."

"Maybe I can taste a little."

"No, you're delusional. I've never heard of people who lose their tongues being able to taste."

"...Then it's better to let me lose my arms and legs." The man whimpered and howled.

His words instantly aroused public outrage, and the two men who had quarreled before shouted in unison: "You are discriminatory!"

The treatment room was full of noise in an instant, and Yu Ran was overwhelmed by their quarrel. He turned his head and glanced at Yan Shiche. He couldn't find any useful information here, so he might as well look elsewhere.

Yan Shiche also frowned and nodded, this place is like a lunatic asylum, their words are confused, even if it may be useful to the script, they don't know which sentence is true and which is false.

They were about to leave when the door of the second treatment room was pushed open from the outside.

A doctor stood at the door, wearing a surgical gown, with a large patch of dried blood on his chest, looking a little scary, as if he had just come off the operating table.He was pushing the afternoon tea dining trolley in his hand. The heat-insulating metal lid of the dining trolley was ajar, and there was a large plate of biscuits and a large pot of hot tea inside.

"Bed No. 10, after afternoon tea, your operation is about to begin." The doctor passed by Yu Ran and Yan Shiche, "This may be the last meal you have a sense of taste."

When the patient just heard this, he cried even harder, buried himself in the pillow and refused to get up.

The doctor distributed afternoon tea to the patients, and the one-legged man looked at the extra portion, and invited Yu Ran, "Do you want to eat, newcomer, if you are ready, you can make an appointment for a frontal lobe removal machine after eating." Surgery, anyway, his caries won't take long."

I don't know why, but everyone in this group of patients felt that Yu Ran was sick, and the young man said with a blank expression: "No, thank you."

The one-legged man was not angry after being rejected with a cold face, but only showed a regretful expression.

"You'll eat it sooner or later," he said.

Yan Shiche frowned, and gently held Yu Ran's wrist.

"It's time for you to go back." The doctor looked at his wristwatch, turned his head and said to them, "It's time for afternoon tea, everyone should not be absent."

Yu Ran asked: "Where are you going back?"

"Go back to where you should go."

Yu Ran asked again: "How to go back?"

The doctor ignored him and seriously measured the blood pressure of the crying patient.

The door slammed shut in front of the two of them again, and Yu Ran led Yan Shiche to twist the door of the third treatment room, but he couldn't open it, and the same was true for the fourth and fifth rooms.

"It seems that we should really go back." Yu Ran sighed quietly, he looked at the end of the corridor reluctantly, always felt that there was some important truth about to come out, but the most crucial link was missing.

If the sanatorium before and after meeting the little girl in red is divided into the real world and the absurd world——

It is known that the rules of the real world are extremely resistant to [staff wearing work clothes of other colors], [medical staff wearing surgical gowns] and [patients wearing white hospital gowns]. He is not a member of the hospital, and he is suspected of spreading panic among the patients, causing the patients to lose control when they see the patient in white;

At the same time, people in the absurd world call the [patient in blue hospital suit] innocent and ignorant, saying that they do not understand the truth and are deceived by the devil, and the devil is the culprit that caused the patient in white in the absurd world to be [corroded] , but no one has any malice towards the patient in blue.In addition, patients who were poked blind in the real world turned into white clothes and were treated in the absurd world.

In these known conditions, add the cleaner's note "Don't believe the lies of doctors and nurses. Find patients in white clothes, no matter what they say, even if it is nonsense, do what they say" Content, everything becomes very obvious.

After all, people are rebellious, and the ambiguous attitude in the real world will aggravate people's worries. As long as at this time, the party accused of danger shows a little harmless side, the inner balance will turn to the outwardly amiable Lean in, then convince yourself to ignore the absurdity of the scene, and convince yourself entirely of the good intentions here.

Academics call this psychological phenomenon Stockholm Syndrome.

And Yu Ran called it, diode brain dementia behavior.

He will not do such a stupid thing if he finds dependence in uncertain danger and uncertain security. In his opinion, there are no good birds behind these two worlds.

Yu Ran took out the room card from his pocket. The room card of the nursing home is a complete rectangular hard card. The four vertices do not have rounded arcs, but instead have sharp corners. If you are not careful, you will be easily injured.

He pricked the ring finger of his left hand with one corner, and bright red blood beads came out of the fingertip immediately.Yu Ran reluctantly pinched it, and dripped the rolled out blood into his left eye.

While doing it, he disliked himself, wondering if it would be contagious.

Yan Shiche also cut his finger and dripped blood into his left eye. They were dizzy for a second. When they opened their eyes, everything was still the same, but the noise had returned to silence, and the operating room at the end of the corridor had disappeared. .

Yu Ran went to the stairs, one, two, three...twelve steps, and returned to normal.

It was exactly [-]:[-] in the afternoon when they walked into the entertainment room. The nurse had already distributed the afternoon tea and vitamin tablets. Seeing the two of them walking back slowly, she handed the last two copies to them.

Today's afternoon tea is biscuits and hot tea, the same as what they saw in the absurd world.

——So the two worlds have something in common, but their positions are opposite.

Yu Ran held the afternoon tea and didn't eat it. The two of them poured it out of the window while the nurse was not paying attention.

"Do you still believe in the rules of the nursing home?" Yan Shiche asked him in a low voice. The rules of the nursing home stated that once the room card is used to cut blood and drop eyes, you cannot eat food in the hospital before midnight that night.

"No." Yu Ran shook his head, and he quietly looked at the blue-clothed patient around him, "I was just thinking, is seeing the truth... Or, if the senses are all deceived, what we feel can still be Is it called real?"

Yu Ran stared into Yan Shiche's black eyes intently, "They are targeting me in terms of logical rules, and they may target you in terms of senses. What if we have not left that absurd world at all?"

He reached into Yan Shiche's fingers with five fingers, and clenched the only real existence, "Single player has no feedback from his teammates, and the actors are isolated and helpless. Not having an accurate shooting target is the first difficulty, and if the reality is not enough Distorted beyond recognition, even the most powerful will get lost in the script."

He complained: "I hate the feeling of being teased."

Yan Shiche lowered his eyes to look at Yu Ran, put his thumb against his brow and rubbed, "Is it true?"

Yu Ran sullenly said: "True."

"That's good." Yan Shiche inserted his fingertips into the young man's forehead hair, and stroked it like a cat, "Treat me as a teammate, and I will give you corresponding feedback."

"You are my boyfriend." Yu Ran muttered, and buried his forehead into the man's palm, "I will try to finish this script tomorrow."