If you are sick, you should give up treatment

At 6 o'clock in the morning, Xiao Zimo was awakened by a heavy sense of oppression. He rubbed his aching head, pushed away the things that were pressing on him, stretched his feet out of bed, ignored the strange touch coming from under his feet, and walked towards the bed. After going to the bathroom, every day, he has become accustomed to the grotesque world in his vision.

Washed his face with cold water, which made him more sober, and flicked some water to the group of colorful little mushrooms by the pool. The little mushrooms happily expanded their canopy a bit, and it looked much fatter. If something is edible, it should taste good.

Xiao Zimo thought so.

Stretching out his hand to poke, the little mushroom shook for a while, and then rubbed Xiao Zimo's finger with the fat canopy.

...Also, quite cute.

Xiao Zimo rubbed his eyes, feeling that his condition was getting worse, and he didn't know if he could live to his birthday.

There was a strange feeling in the ankle. Xiao Zimo lowered his head and saw a snake tail as thick as an arm wrapped around it. Looking up along the snake tail, it was a huge python entrenched in the bedroom, occupying most of its body. The bed, if it couldn't take up more space on the bed, was randomly thrown in the open space on the ground, filling up Xiao Zimo's small house.

Is this the one that woke me up in the morning and stepped on when I got out of bed?It's getting bigger and bigger.

Xiao Zimo recalled the touch of his feet just now, it was cold and greasy, and he touched it in the morning when his brain was not very clear, and it felt surprisingly good.

Pulling his foot out of the tail of the snake, he kicked the tail of the snake that was in the way, which would make him unable to move.

I walked into the kitchen, took out an egg and the leftover rice from last night, and planned to make fried rice to solve my stomach that was already protesting. However, when I just opened the lid of the pot, I saw a pile of strange black, wriggling The lumpy object lost all his appetite in an instant. Xiao Zimo felt his head ache even more. He stuffed the eggs and rice back into the refrigerator, and violently dumped the contents of the pot into the trash can. There is no way to pretend that he didn't see anything, and continue to eat this dark thing with rice, even though he knew that all this was just an illusion, but he didn't have the courage!

Xiao Zimo has very serious hallucinations, the kind of disease that gets worse even after taking a lot of medicine.

The doctor in charge said to him, "If you are more serious, you will be regarded as a lunatic, and you will stay in a mental hospital for the rest of your life."

Xiao Zimo was silent for a long time. From then on, he began to work hard to make himself look like a normal person instead of a lunatic. He was a little silent and a little cowardly, but he didn't get surprised anymore, and he didn't tell others about himself. Saw something, heard something, made himself look like a normal guy who was just a little bit weird and withdrawn, only he knew he was getting worse.

"Slap." It was the sound of something sticky falling to the ground.

Xiao Zimo let himself look at the past, he must be in his home now, even if he did some strange things, no one would see him.

The black object that had just been thrown into the trash can crawled out and fell to the ground, wriggling slowly, looking like a slightly atomized slime.

Since when did your condition get serious again?

Xiao Zimo rubbed his temples, feeling like there was a needle in it, which would slide along with his emotions when stuck in it.

Sometimes even Xiao Zimo himself wanted to knock open his head to see what was inside.

Xiao Zimo's illness started from auditory hallucinations. He had been there since he was a child. At that time, his parents just thought he was a strange child. Later, when he got older, Xiao Zimo would occasionally say that he saw some strange things. At that time, no one took the fuzzy and abstract things seriously. They just thought it was a child’s wild imagination, and it was just the bad consequences of the child’s being too lonely. The child would stop thinking about it when he was a big one, until he was in elementary school. , Xiao Zimo saw and heard more things, couldn't sleep all night, and even showed a tendency to destroy things. His parents had no choice but to take him to the hospital to see a doctor.

Hallucinations, Xiao Zimo has known the name since then, followed by more than ten years of treatment.

"You are the most serious of my patients, any treatment seems to be of no use to you, I am glad that you are getting better and better, and there is no need for you to go back to the doctor." After the last batch of medicine was prescribed by the attending doctor Saying this to Xiao Zimo, there was still a smile on his face, similar to the feeling of finally letting go of some heavy responsibility.

"Squeak!" Like the sound of a mouse, the atomized slime that climbed out of the trash can was bitten by a giant python that crawled over at some point, swallowed it whole in a few bites, and the snake's head slowly tied Get up, rub against Xiao Zimo's chin, the cold and smooth touch feels very comfortable, and Xiao Zimo feels that his headache is much better for a moment.

... I don't know what expression Dr. Lin will have when he knows that he is serious again?Enjoying the giant python's coquettish behavior similar to massage, Xiao Zimo really wanted to see his attending doctor. Although he has been useless, at least he can listen to his nagging.

He probably didn't want to see his own.

Xiao Zimo still has this self-knowledge. He reached out and hugged the python's head and rubbed it twice. Although this guy takes up space, he always likes to press himself on him while he is asleep, but sometimes he is quite pleasing .

After rubbing two more hands on the boa constrictor, my mood immediately improved a lot.

I shouldn't do this, it will only make my condition worse.

Xiao Zimo, who despised himself, touched it secretly twice again, ignoring the warnings in his mind. When he was young, he always heard and saw some strange things. Later, it became more and more serious, and even made him noisy all the time. He couldn't sleep all night. It was also that year that his parents sent him to the hospital, and they knew Dr. Lin, his attending doctor for more than ten years.

Xiao Zimo spent the whole year in the hospital. His whole body was skinny and his spirit was in a trance. After he was discharged from the hospital, Dr. Lin was thankfully sent many banners by his parents. Because Xiao Zimo looked haggard and thin, but his behavior was much normal, but they didn't know what Xiao Zimo went through that year, and they didn't know that there was an extra python beside him.

It wasn't that his visual and auditory hallucinations got better, but that the giant python drove away other things around him. In addition to the more serious auditory and visual hallucinations that year, Xiao Zimo was able to touch the things in his fantasy.

In Xiao Zimo's opinion, the giant python is not only an indicator of his more serious condition, but also the protector of his chaotic life, appearing in the darkest period of his life and protecting him all the time.

At that time, Xiao Zimo felt that if his illness was more serious, he would become a split personality, and the giant python would become his own personality. However, after more than ten years, except for the more detailed words, the giant python has nothing to say. become a split personality.

It is it, he is still he.

Looking at the delicate snake scales, whether it is the texture and luster or the delicate feeling to the touch, it seems to be real, but no matter how real it is, it is not true, he is sick, he knows...

No one can hear, see, or touch them except yourself.

The stomach that didn't get breakfast protested for a while, the colic made Xiao Zimo pull back his divergent thoughts, rubbed it, looked at his own pot, was silent for a while, and finally lost his appetite and continued to eat something.

It doesn't hurt anymore.

He dragged himself back to the bed, hugged the quilt and curled it up, which would make his stomach feel better, and his body was used to enduring pain...

It will be fine in a while, Xiao Zimo thought, and then lost consciousness.