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In the ward at midnight, all patients stayed in their own wards. Most of them could not sleep at all in the hospital, and the various diseases they suffered from tortured them.

The vast majority have hallucinations.

They feel that the world they live in is fake.

They could always see the scary monsters of the doctors who treated them, the security guards walking the corridors with three blind eyes, and the distorted faces of all the nurses.

They were afraid, they were cured, they kept taking medicine and were kept or hid in the ward.

They waste time in illness, they can't even tell the difference between daylight and darkness, the windows of seriously ill people can't even see the sky outside, they blur the concept of time.

They're used to being stunned, they're used to everything.

The brain is used to chaos, thinking becomes difficult, and all the deformed things in front of them become "normal" after treatment, and they think they are being "healed".

At this time, a voice that sounded extremely insane rang through the beeper that they would only hear the treatment announcements from doctors and nurses—

"Good evening, everyone. Oh, should I say, good evening, ladies and gentlemen~"

Where the nerves of the crowd were tense and sick, the voice seemed strange.

After all, how can such a vigorous person survive in a mental hospital...

It must be a patient, right?

The patients in each ward had never seen such a situation. Some of their nerves were already very fragile, and they unconsciously hid in the corner of the room and shivered.

A little numb and motionless.

And some people rushed to the pager and yelled frantically, "Get me out! Let me out! I'm not crazy! I'm definitely not crazy!"

Gu Lan couldn't hear these voices.

The paging in this place used to be one-way.

And the paging in the ward is still ringing—

"On this pleasant and beautiful night, I'm going to tell you a story, a bedtime story. I think you might like it."

"I think about what subject matter to use?"

"It's the end of the world."

"One day, the end came. People panicked in helplessness, waiting for salvation."

"At this moment, a group of kind-hearted angels in white clothes appeared. They told people that they had a self-rescue base, as long as they entered here, people would be rescued safely."

"People were brought into the rescue base and each had a separate room."

"Because in the last days, everyone may mutate, so a separate room is the safest, even if someone mutates, it will not threaten you."

Gu Lan's voice was smiling, and her tone was a little slow, but many patients listened very seriously.

In places like this, few people tell stories anymore.

All the patients are tired of hearing fairy tales. After all, there are almost no children here, and no one believes in fairy tales.

Adults think that fairy tales are beautiful, but because they are beautiful, they subconsciously choose not to believe them.

In other words, what people think "looks dangerous" is the "safest".

Stories about Gu Lan's subject matter were told to all the patients. They didn't know why, but they felt like they were the parties involved.

And Gu Lan's story is still going on.

"Every rescued person lives in a separate room. They don't know the situation of other people. Occasionally, they will hear the sound of wailing in the middle of the night. They know that someone next door has mutated."

"At this time, the mutated people will be dragged away and locked up."

"People feel reassured that they are safe and everyone is safe."

"They live alone in the house, accept the doctor's help and examination, and regularly take drugs to inhibit mutations. All life is boring and painful but safe."

"Until one day, someone discovered—"

Gu Lan paused at this point, and the patient in the ward who already had a rage attack hit the wall, "What did you find?! Why don't you finish talking?!"

Some patients were also curious, "Do they find this place unsafe?"

"Finding that the end of the world is over, they can go out? This rescue group is a black-hearted organization, and they have been making money from them?"

Gu Lan purposely made a fool of herself, she stood in front of the microphone in the studio, bent slightly, with a smile on her lips, holding a head in her hand that kept struggling and shouting but its mouth was stuffed with toilet paper.

Wan Yi, whose face was disfigured and whose nails were still bloodshot, listened carefully to Gu Lan's words without blinking his eyes. He faintly felt that this story was about him, or that there were many "they" here.

The smile on Jing Yunkui's face never went down, or even worse, the terrifying smile on the corners of his lips seemed to be a symbol that ran counter to gentleness, representing venting and publicity.

He looked at Gu Lan quietly, his scarlet eyes seemed to be staring at some treasure in the world.

He is so excited!

Gu Lan, Gu Lan... Gu Lan is such an interesting and fun person!

But Gu Lan saw that her appetite was almost enough, and if there were other people here, she would be beaten, so she continued, "One day, a person found that the doctor and herself seemed to look different from before. "

"He is used to seeing doctors and taking medicine, and he always feels that he is a normal person without mutation."

"But one day, something suddenly seemed wrong with him. It seemed that the doctor and himself looked different from the self in memory."

"Do people have three hands?...Everyone here has three hands...Do people really have three hands?"

"Taking medicine every day and living in a dark ward every day, he gradually forgot, how many hands does a person have?"

"Why does he remember that people seem to have two hands...?"

"He was very scared, and he was also very confused, but he secretly went to see other people of the same kind, and found that they looked like the doctor and him, and everyone had three hands."

At this time, Qi Zhongjie, whose mouth was gagged with toilet paper, had already started to shout wildly, but unfortunately, he couldn't speak.

There was also the sound of being bumped at the door!

The door began to shake constantly.

The smile on the corner of Gu Lan's lips became more and more publicized. She turned her head, looked at the direction of the door from the corner of her eyes, and said with a smile, "Did you hear the sound of knocking on the door?"

"At that time, the person who felt something was wrong, his ward was pushed away, and a group of people with three hands came in and asked him why he was afraid."

"He questioned 'I remember, before everyone came to the shelter, they had two hands'—"

"So, this person who dared to say that a person has two hands was disposed of."

"Both the doctor and the cured patient said that a person has three hands, but he actually thinks that a person has two hands. He must have mutated, and he should be killed."

When Gu Lan said this, she seemed to think that she made up the story well, and she applauded herself, "Before he died, this person who thinks people have two hands seems to have remembered everything."

"He remembered that a person is just two hands."

"But the rest of the people here already have three hands. He once hid in the ward, secretly glad that those mutants who were taken away and disposed of were actually normal people."

"This place is already full of mutants."

"Normal people are the ponds where they raise mutants in captivity. He won't know how many people died... because he died too."

After Gu Lan finished speaking, the entire studio was silent.

Wan Yi's eyes widened, he seemed to understand something, but there were some words in his mouth, but he couldn't say them...

The sound of banging on the door became louder.

The tables and cabinets blocking the door of the house were shrunk a lot to the inside of the house due to the knocking on the door, and the door outside the house was pushed open a crack, and a pair of strange, unhuman eyes could be seen crowding the door.

There was also a terrifying roar from outside the door—

"Shut up! Don't listen to him! He's a patient! He's patient 027!"

"Do you want to listen to a madman? What a madman says is crazy!"

"No. 027 and No. 001 kidnapped the doctor. No. 027 is the patient of No. 001. They are all lunatics! Don't listen to them, you must receive treatment!"

Hearing these words, Gu Lan couldn't help but widen her smile. She looked at the weird scene outside the door and nodded slightly.

"I am number 027."

"That's what you named me."

"When an era goes crazy, when a group of monsters hiding in the dark take over the world, all normal people will be turned into the same desperate and crazy appearance by them."

Gu Lan narrowed her eyes, and there was a cold light in her eyes.

"Patients, if what you see is like mine, you see monsters everywhere in this hospital."

"Seeing doctors dragging their heads, seeing nurses just grinning, and seeing unjustly killed ghosts everywhere. It's not you who are sick, but the world is sick."

"Of course, there must be people who are really sick. But in a place like this, the healthy become sick, and the sick just get sicker—"

When Gu Lan said this, the door of the ward was finally knocked open.

The monster standing outside the door made Wan Yi gasp, and the goosebumps on his arms instantly stood up.

"My God...if what you saw is real...these monsters really exist?"

The security guards are three-eyed monsters, and some of them have more eyes. The densely packed eyes crowd their faces, which makes people feel trypophobia. They hold axes, sickles, machetes, and other knives in their hands.

There were nurses with strange smiles and huge syringes. Their lips were dripping blood, as if the corners of their lips had been cut to the base of their ears with a knife.

And doctors with faces on both sides.

A staff member whose head is long and whose body can be stretched freely.

The hands mutated into cleaning like praying mantises.

Wait, wait, this place is simply a lair of monsters. Under nervousness, Wan Yi subconsciously stood behind Gu Lan, and he asked Gu Lan in a low voice, trembling all over.

"What to do... This place is so scary... There are too many of them... We will die. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

"You dare to do this, you must have a way, right? What should we do?"

Gu Lan stood on tiptoe and looked out the door, while saying seriously, "My method is, cold salad."

"There are so many monsters, who can do it?"

After Qi Zhongjie's head saw so many companions at this time, he became ecstatic, his head trembled constantly, and his eyes were full of—

Save me, save me!

The monsters didn't attack directly either.

They seemed to be waiting for some order.

At this time, a doctor in a white coat standing at the front with a head in front and behind looked at Gu Lan quietly for a long time, then suddenly bent down and bowed in Jing Yunkui's direction.

"Dean, please instruct me on what to do next."