From seeing it

Xiao Ling carefully drew a short horizontal line on one side of the wall with his nails.

After repeating it several times, a horizontal line was left on the snow-white wall. Adding the line drawn before, formed a "positive" character.

Adding the previous four "positive" characters, there are a total of five "positive" characters on the wall.

Draw one stroke every day, five "positive" characters, representing twenty-five days.

This was his twenty-fifth day in the mental hospital.

He doesn't have a cell phone, he doesn't have a watch, and he doesn't even know the exact time at this moment.

In this snow-white ward, the time is determined according to the three meals a day and the number of medicines taken, and the word "正" is secretly carved on the wall to count the days.

More than a month ago, the long-distance bus he was riding in was involved in a car accident. Apart from him, the other 28 people including the driver died. He was the only survivor of the car accident.

He was injured in the head in the car accident, and after waking up, he developed serious sequelae, and began to see all kinds of strange and terrifying scenes, and his emotions were in an extremely unstable state. Finally, twenty-five days ago, he was forcibly sent to this Home mental hospital for treatment.

Xiao Ling didn't know if he was really mentally ill. He felt that he had the thinking of a normal person, but he could really see a lot of scary, strange and incomprehensible things.

For example, at this moment, he saw a ball of light floating outside the window on one side of the ward.

This ball of light is about the size of a basketball. Inside the nearly transparent ball of light is a small white figure struggling and twisting in the ball of light.

Vaguely, Xiao Ling could still see the little white man with his mouth open, as if he was calling for something, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't escape the white light ball.

In a daze, Xiao Ling suddenly felt that the little white man looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

After thinking about it carefully, he finally remembered that the face of this little white man looked like a cleaner in the hospital. He had once entered his ward for cleaning. He had a little impression that the nurses and doctors called him Old Wu.

When Xiao Ling first saw these weird scenes, he was full of fear, and told the people around him, including his parents, including doctors and nurses, what he saw. Unfortunately, no one believed his words and believed that he was suffering from severe hysteria and mental illness. kind of.

Eventually, he was sent to a mental hospital.

After so many days of compulsory treatment, Xiao Ling became a little numb. At least when he saw this weird ball of light and villains, he became very quiet, just watched silently, no longer shouting, nor Will tell anyone again.

He understands that only in this way can the doctor think that he is emotionally stable and that the treatment is effective, so that he can have a chance to leave this damn mental hospital.

Suddenly, a big hand appeared outside the window.

The big hand was open, bigger than the whole window.

This hand was pale and bloodless, like a piece of thin white paper cut out.

Although it was not the first time seeing him, Xiao Ling still felt chills in his heart, and a chill came out from deep down his spine.

He knew the reason why this big pale hand appeared.

With a twist of the two fingers of this big hand, the floating white ball of light was twisted between the two huge fingers.

Under the pressure of the huge finger, the ball of light twisted and fluctuated, and the little white figure trapped in it felt even more painful, as if screaming desperately, but unfortunately, no sound came out.

Xiao Ling tilted his head, his eyes were dull, and he just silently watched what happened outside the window.

Watching the big pale hands close together, finally leaving with the white ball of light and the little white figure inside, and disappearing outside the window.

Suddenly, there was the sound of someone running outside, as if someone was yelling vaguely.

"Hurry up, something happened to Old Wu—"

"What's going on?" Someone else called.

"Old Wu fell down the stairs just now, and seemed to be unconscious—"

Hearing the intermittent calls vaguely, the outside seemed a little chaotic.

Xiao Ling heard it in his ears, and then inexplicably showed a slightly weird smile.

No wonder he felt that the little white man looked like that cleaner, Old Wu. It turned out that something really happened to him, and he could even judge that Old Wu was dead.

This is not the first time he has seen this situation.

When the little white person who resembled someone was taken away by the big hand, the person died, and no one could save him.

Is this a hallucination or a harbinger? Why is it so accurate every time?

Xiao Ling reached out and stroked his forehead, feeling that his mental illness was getting worse.

The next day, news came that Xiao Ling's guess had come true. Old Wu had a cerebral hemorrhage because he fell down the stairs, and was unable to be revived in the end, and died.

Xiao Ling didn't say anything. Now that he has learned to behave well, he will never tell anyone about any weird things he sees. He knows that once he tells it, he will be regarded as seriously ill again. He will increase the dose of medicine he uses.

He secretly hid many medicines when the nurses were not prepared.

He was really afraid that if he continued to eat, he would become a fool.

In the morning, the doctor of the hospital would take the nurses to make rounds as usual. What surprised him was that this time, the old doctor who came to make the rounds was an old doctor who had never seen him before. He was in his fifties or sixties at least, and his hair was a little gray. Followed by two nurses he was familiar with, he knew that the older one was the head nurse.

"Xiao Ling, how do you feel today? This is Dean Zhou of our hospital." Among them, the head nurse in his thirties introduced the old doctor he had never seen before to Xiao Ling.

Xiao Ling raised his eyelids, he was not interested in whether it was Dean Zhou or some director who came here today.

This week the dean didn't care about Xiao Ling's attitude, but waved his hand to let the two nurses go out first.

"I want to chat with him alone." Dean Zhou showed great interest.

These days Xiao Ling is quite honest, at least he is not the kind of violent mental patient, the two nurses are not worried, and hurried out.

Dean Zhou turned around and closed the door of the ward.

Seeing Dean Zhou's actions, Xiao Ling felt a little strange in his heart, what could he say to himself? Also acted a little mysterious.

"My name is Zhou Kesheng." Dean Zhou closed the door, turned around and looked at Xiao Ling who had sat up from the bed, with a smile on his face.

Xiao Ling said: "Dean Zhou, I'm already cured. When can I be discharged from the hospital?"

Zhou Kesheng smiled and said: "Many patients in this hospital will say that they are already cured and that they have no mental problems, but whether they are cured and whether they can return to society is a matter for the doctor to decide."

Xiao Ling said: "Then, the dean, how do you test me to be completely cured before I can be discharged from the hospital?"