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[Obtain the identity of the copy: You are a spoiled young man from a rich family, because of an accident a week ago, you were sent to a mental hospital by your family. ]

[Your fiancé loves you very much. After learning about your illness, he took the initiative to apply to become your attending doctor. ]

[Dungeon main task: escape from the mental hospital, time limit: 7 days. ]

[Please pay attention to follow the character design of the dungeon distribution, remember: don't ooc! ]

Lan Qiaoyi resisted the dizziness when he entered the dungeon, and listened carefully to the cold mechanical sound of the main system.

When the last sentence was over, it was replaced by a voice that suddenly sounded in my ears:

"I really like you……"

"I will try my best to heal you, do you believe me?"

The delicate pocket watch is refracted by the sunlight that leaks in through the curtains.

"...Jojo?"

He opened his eyes with a "swish -" and saw a man with an unfamiliar face in front of him.

The other party had a gentle smile and a pair of warm brown eyes full of affection. It seemed that no one would have the heart to refuse his plea.

"Of course I believe you, Asui."

Lan Qiaoyi spoke unconsciously.

It was only when he saw the man's somewhat satisfied smile that he realized what he had said.

"Qiao Qiao, you are really a good boy, why did God treat us like this?"

Lan Qiaoyi stared blankly at the man in the white coat in front of him. He saw the man gently holding his hand, and a pair of warm brown affectionate eyes enveloped him softly.

"I'll take good care of you."

It was clearly a confession of love, but Lan Qiaoyi was a little dizzy at this moment.

The other party's mouth opened and closed, and it was clear that he still had the same appearance, but he trembled uncontrollably, feeling fear in his heart.

"who are you?"

Lan Qiaoyi couldn't help blurting out.

The man who was still talking hot words was stunned. He met the eyes of strangers in his dark eyes, and there was a trace of bitterness in his expression.

"You're sick, Jojo."

The open palm in front of him has distinct joints, and is naturally praised as a hand suitable for playing the piano, but it can't make Lan Qiaoyi ignore the transparent medicine box placed on the palm.

The man lowered his head, looked at the timidity in the dark eyes of the little fiancé in front of him, smiled slightly, and spoke lovingly:

"You suffer from Capgras delusion."

[Capgras delusion: Patients usually believe that their lover has been replaced by someone with the same appearance characteristics, and patients are often accompanied by intermittent violent tendencies, and the complication is persecution delusion. ]

The voice of 039 appeared in his mind in time, explaining his illness to Lan Qiaoyi.

"If you are sick, you need to take medicine."

[Please follow the character design, you are a good-for-nothing young master who relies on your fiancé wholeheartedly. ]

"Cough, cough cough—"

The bright red lips were coated with a layer of bright water stains, and the slightly bitter medicine caused the pampered young master to cough uncontrollably.

"Jojo..."

The man leaned over slightly, hugging the slender young man in his arms.

The nameplate hanging on his chest flickered past Lan Qiaoyi's eyes, and "Cen Wensui" was neatly printed on it in black.

"A Sui... what happened to me just now?"

When she raised her eyes to look at the man again, the panic in her heart had disappeared, leaving only a strong feeling of dependence.

"...will I always be like this?"

The young boy's red lips opened and closed, his brows were slightly furrowed, his beautiful face was full of bewilderment and helplessness, with a little fragility.

The man stretched out his hand to hold the cheek of the person in front of him, squeezed it comfortingly, and said in a warm voice:

"No, Qiao Qiao will get better if he is obedient."

Lan Qiaoyi nodded blankly following his fiancé's comfort:

"Ah Sui, I'm obedient, I want to get better soon."

A smile flashed across the doctor's eyes.

……

Coming out of her fiancé's office, Lan Qiaoyi held a stack of white hospital gowns in both hands and walked towards the stairs.

In order to prevent accidents, mental patients are not allowed to use the elevators in the hospital, and only the fingerprints of medical staff can open them. Lan Qiaoyi naturally follows the rules and regulations of the hospital.

So when his fiancé wanted to accompany him down, he chose to refuse.

"Qiao Qiao is so good, then I'll accompany you when I'm done. Your room is on the second floor, number 52."

Cen Wensui's gentle expression when he spoke was still in his mind.

"it is good."

Lan Qiaoyi walked down the stairs, and his footsteps sounded in the silent corridor.

When he passed a corner, he heard the sound of chaotic footsteps.

Curiosity prompted Lan Qiaoyi to stop, and he raised his eyes slightly.

At a glance, the corridor at the end was empty.

Maybe he heard it wrong... Lan Qiaoyi thought about it.

He hugged the hospital gown tightly in his arms, and was about to turn around and leave this floor.

——But when he turned around, his mouth was covered.

"Well--"

The young man was petite, and was quickly swept up by the stranger behind him, dragging him to a blind spot in the corridor.

"Who are you……"

Lan Qiaoyi heard his own voice trembling, he tightly clutched the hospital gown in his arms, his bud-like fingertips turned white from the force.

The stranger behind him laughed a few times, the tremor in his chest spread through the thin hospital gown to the slender and slender back of the person in his arms, and the hot and humid breath stained the white and slender neck.

"Ha ha--"

It's a boy.

Lan Qiaoyi was nervous, thinking that he was in a mental hospital, he panicked even more, he subconsciously said:

"Yeah, maybe, you need a good rest?"

The maroon slightly curly hair trembled a few times following the owner's movements from the corner of the eye, and in the next second, Lan Qiaoyi was wrapped by a strong force and turned around.

After spinning around for a while, his gaze finally settled on the sharp jaw that was half hidden in the shadow.

He tightened the grip on the hospital gown in his hands, and raised his eyes quietly, thinking that it would be imperceptible.

What catches the eye is that even in the dim sunlight between the corridors, there are still very sweet amber pupils flowing out, and the two small canine teeth that are faintly visible when the boy smiles.

Lan Qiaoyi opened his eyes slightly, as if he didn't expect the other party to be like this... a young man.

"Are you scared?"

The slightly magnetic bass that was lowered just now disappeared, replaced by the clear and sunny voice of a boy.

"I'm sorry~"

He blinked a "wink" quickly towards the stunned Lan Qiaoyi, the affection in the light amber seemed to flow out along the sunlight shining on his face.

"No, it's okay..."

After reacting, Lan Qiaoyi shook his head in a panic. If it weren't for the fact that he was still holding the hospital gown, he would even wave his hand to express his forgiveness.

After getting the expected answer, the smile on the boy's lips gradually widened.

"That……"

The deliberately long ending was a little lazy, and the beautiful boy with snow skin and black hair in front of him was slightly bewildered, but he was still obediently waiting for his next words.

"Even if I kiss you without permission, Xiaomei will forgive me—"

"Pa-ta--", the sound of the hospital gown falling sounded in the silent corridor, and the tall boy forced the boy in the corner into a complete shadow.

The soft touch came over, mixed with the ever-present faint fragrance that was close at hand, the boy closed his eyes slightly, and a trace of fascination flashed across his expression.

He bowed his head slightly.

But I heard a thin voice coming from my ear:

"……Can't."

He opened his eyes, and when he saw the scene in front of him clearly, there was a trace of surprise in his eyes.

The dense and long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the exposed pair of dark eyes were slightly timid, but...

The remaining half of her pretty face was hidden under the back of that white and slender hand.

Lan Qiaoyi covered the lower half of his face with his hands, and a muffled voice came from under his palms:

"No, dear."

He has a fiancé.

The boy thought silently.

The boy was stunned for a rare moment, looking down at the pretty girl who was shrouded under him, who was as weak as a silk flower, with eyes full of resistance, and fell silent for a long while.

Because of the height difference, Lan Qiaoyi stared nervously at the lower half of the face of the person in front of him, not even daring to move his gaze.

"I'm sick."

After finishing speaking, the boy smiled suddenly, and the pointed little canine teeth were looming.

"……what?"

Unexpectedly, the other party actually took a step back, the honey-colored amber pupils were full of smiles, but the words were extremely sincere:

"Sorry, I shouldn't have offended you, I'm really sorry."

As he spoke, he even lowered his head, wanting to bow.

From the beginning to the present, the boy's series of behaviors were too weird, and Lan Qiaoyi was taken aback for a while.

——If it wasn't for the nurse who suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor, maybe the person in front of him would really bow to himself and apologize seriously.

"Got you."

The nurse's voice was flat, but he managed to stop the boy from moving forward.

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes shifted to the corridor, his expression was loose, but the words he said were in a regretful tone:

"It's a pity, Xiaomei, the time is too short, I don't even have time to introduce myself."

"My name is Ding Ziyan, remember me..." The boy glanced at the ground and left a sentence lightly:

"Nice to meet you, number 52."

Lan Qiaoyi bent down to pick up the plastic package containing the hospital gown on the ground, and walked slightly - the corridor was empty.

The nurse who suddenly appeared there just now and the strange boy who called himself "Ding Zizhuo" had disappeared.

If it wasn't for the fact that the back of his hand that had been lightly kissed was still slightly hot, he would even have thought that everything that happened just now was a scene he imagined.

[Jiujiu... I think maybe he is really mentally abnormal. ]

Thinking of the scene just now, a small blush gradually appeared on the fair cheeks, and the red lips were slightly pursed, thinking with some embarrassment and embarrassment:

How can someone want to kiss others as soon as they come up!

039's voice sounded soothingly in his mind:

[Be sure to pay attention to safety, host, this is a copy of the mental hospital. ]

Lan Qiaoyi shook his head, trying to forget this muddled incident.

He turned and went downstairs, and finally came to the door of his room on the second floor following the hospital's six o'clock chime.

The door of the room was closed tightly. According to the nurse who led the way, he also had a roommate who had already moved in for a few days before him.

Lan Qiaoyi took a deep breath, raised his hand, and knocked on the door.

For some reason, he was a little nervous.

"...Please come in."

Almost a second after the knock on the door, the people in the room spoke.

"Squeak—" the door of the ward was opened, Lan Qiaoyi pursed his lips tightly, and raised his eyes nervously.

After seeing the scene in the room clearly, he couldn't help being taken aback.

It was already six o'clock in the evening, and the light in the room was a bit dim, but his roommate didn't turn on the light.

The black-haired man with his upper body leaning on the bed had a handsome face, and his whole body exuded a sense of... ruffianism. When he lifted his eyelids and looked up, he revealed an evil spirit for no reason.

It wasn't until Lan Qiaoyi turned and closed the door, and turned his head, that the man really saw his so-called new roommate clearly.

"Hello... little roommate."

With a smile on the corner of the man's lips, he chewed the last three words out slowly.

Lan Qiaoyi replied subconsciously:

"You, hello."

He walked towards another bed in the ward, bent down and put his hospital gown on the bedside table.

Someone had already cleaned the hospital bed in advance, so Lan Qiaoyi sat by the bed after looking around.

...It wasn't until he relaxed all over that he noticed the gaze that couldn't be ignored on him belatedly.

He raised his eyes—and met the eyes of the man who had turned his head around at some point.

From the moment the little beauty exuding the "lamb" breath in front of her came in, Yu Qi's eyes were glued to the other party's body.

No matter how you look at it, the other party doesn't seem to belong here.

The vague and presumptuous gaze crossed the slender back line of the young man when he bent over, and looked at the handsome and slender figure of the other party when he straightened up.

There was a little inexplicable meaning mixed in with the original scrutiny.

When the man noticed that the other party looked at him with ignorant dark eyes, it took a lot of effort to withdraw his interested gaze, and just greeted him in a normal way.

"Hi~"

The corners of the man's lips curled up slightly, and his tone rose a bit.

Lan Qiaoyi, who was caught off guard by the other party's warm greeting, was at a loss for a moment. He slightly bent his lips and replied a little embarrassedly:

"……Hello."

Once again, with some stiffness, he repeated what he said not long ago when he entered the room.

This time, as if aware of the embarrassing atmosphere in the air, the man finally changed the subject:

"My name is Yu Qi, number 51."

"Also...Aren't you going to eat? The six o'clock chime just rang for dinner."

Lan Qiaoyi looked at the man propping up the bed with both hands, and changed his posture with his upper body facing him sideways.

"I," the thick and slender eyelashes trembled slightly, "I just came here, I don't know."

Hearing this, Yu Qi's low laughter resounded in the room.

"It's okay, I came a few days earlier than you, and I'll tell you."

I don't know if it was because of the restriction of the dungeon, Lan Qiaoyi only had the memory of opening his eyes and seeing Empress Cen Wensui in his mind, and he didn't know anything about the others.

Originally, he was worried about whether he would touch some death condition unconsciously, but now he heard what his roommate said, and he felt a little relieved.

"Thank you."

The boy's voice was weak, and he seemed a little ashamed to accept others' kindness.

The man shook his head indifferently:

"fine."

Thinking of what the other party said just now, Lan Qiaoyi stood up and was about to leave the room for dinner.

It was only when he reached the door that he suddenly realized that the man hadn't followed.

"Aren't you going?"

He put one hand on the doorknob and turned his head to look suspiciously.

Yu Qi still maintains a posture of half leaning on the bed. Hearing this, a trace of helplessness that doesn't match his handsome and evil features flashes across.

"I have no legs."

The figure of the man is hidden in half the shadows.

Lan Qiaoyi was startled, and an alarm bell sounded in his mind instantly:

What the hell is he talking about, how can a person have no legs?

The author has something to say:

[The management system of the mental hospital is all fabricated by me for the development of the plot, please do not take it seriously, all the settings in this book are superficial in nature. 】

Xiao Qiao's wife Keywords: persecution paranoia, violent tendencies