In the ward at midnight, all the patients stayed in their own wards, and most of them couldn't sleep at all in the hospital. They were tortured by various diseases.

Most people have hallucinations.

They feel that the world they live in is fake.

They can always see that the doctor who treats them is a scary monster, they see the security guard walking in the corridor with three blind eyes, and they see that the faces of all the nurses are distorted.

They are afraid, they are cured, they keep taking medicine and are locked or hiding in the ward.

They waste time in their illness. They can't even distinguish between dawn and dusk. Those who are seriously ill can't even see the sky outside from their windows. They have blurred the concept of time.

They are used to being in a coma, they are used to everything.

Their brains have become accustomed to chaos, and it becomes difficult to think. Everything that was once deformed in front of them has become "normal" after treatment. They think they are being "cured".

At this time, an extremely arrogant sound sounded on the pager where they could only hear treatment notifications from doctors and nurses——

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

In the midst of everyone's nervousness, this voice seemed strange.

After all, someone who can still be so energetic in a mental hospital...

He must be a patient, right?

The patients in each ward have never seen this kind of situation. Some of their nerves are already very fragile, and they hide in the corners of the room and tremble unconsciously.

Somewhat numb and motionless.

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

Gu Lan couldn't hear these sounds.

The paging in this place turned out to be one-way.

And the paging sound in the ward is still ringing——

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

"I'm thinking about what theme to use?"

"The end of the world."

"One day, the end came. People were helpless and terrified, waiting for redemption."

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

"People were taken to the rescue base and each person had a separate room."

"Since in the end of the world, 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 a place 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 will believe in fairy tales.

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

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

Stories like Gu Lan's are told to all the patients. They don't know why, but they feel like they are also the victims.

And Gu Lan's story continues.

"Each rescued person lives in a separate house. They don't know the condition of others. Occasionally they hear wailing sounds at midnight. They know that someone next door has mutated."

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

"People feel safe because they are safe and everyone is safe."

"They live alone in the house, receive help and examinations from doctors, and regularly take drugs that suppress mutations. Their lives are boring and painful but safe."

"Until one day, someone discovered-"

Gu Lan paused for a moment after saying this. There were already violent patients in the ward banging on the wall, "What did you find?! Why didn't you finish talking?!"

Some patients are also curious, "They find this place unsafe?"

"Find out that the end of the world is over and they can go out? Is this rescue group a black-hearted organization that has been making money from them?"

Gu Lan deliberately played it off. She stood in front of the microphone in the studio, bent slightly, with a smile on her lips. In her hand, she held a human head that was constantly struggling and screaming but its mouth was filled with toilet paper.

Wan Yi, who was disfigured and had bloodshot nails in his nails, listened carefully to Gu Lan's words without blinking. He had a vague feeling that this story was about him, or in other words, many "them" here.

The smile on Jing Yunkui's face has not gone away, or in other words, the smile is even worse. The scary smile on the corner of his lips seems to be a symbol that is contrary to gentleness, representing venting and publicity.

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

He is so excited!

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

Gu Lan saw that her appetite was almost gone, and if there were other people here, she would be beaten, so she continued, "One day, a person discovered that the doctor and herself looked different from before.

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

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

"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 a person has?"

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

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

At this time, Qi Zhongjie, whose mouth was gagged with toilet paper, had already begun to make shouting gestures crazily. Unfortunately, he could not speak.

There was also a sound of being hit at the door!

The door began to shake continuously.

The smile on Gu Lan's lips became more and more public. She turned her head, looked at the direction of the door with the corner of her eye, and said with a smile, "Have you heard this sound of banging on the door?"

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

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

"So, the person who dared to say that people have two hands was dealt with."

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

When Gu Lan said this, she seemed to think that she had made up a good story. She applauded herself, "Before he died, this person who felt that people were two hands seemed to have remembered everything."

"He remembered that people are just two hands."

"But the remaining people here already have three hands. He once hid in the ward, secretly rejoicing that the mutants who were taken away and dealt with were actually normal people."

"This place is already occupied by mutants."

"Normal people were kept in captivity and turned into mutant ponds. He would not know how many people died...because he died too."

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

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

The sound of banging on the door became louder.

The tables and cabinets blocking the entrance to the house shrank a lot into the house due to the impact of the door. The door outside the house was pushed open a crack, and pairs of strange, inhuman eyes could be seen crowded at the door.

There was also a terrifying roar outside the door——

"Shut up! Don't listen to him! He is a patient! He is Patient No. 027!"

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

"No. 027 and No. 001 kidnapped doctors. No. 027 is a patient of No. 001. They are all complete lunatics! Don't listen to them. You must receive treatment!!"

When Gu Lan heard these words, her smile couldn't help but widen. She looked at the strange scene outside the door and nodded lightly.

"I am number 027."

"This is what you named me."

"When an era goes crazy, and when a group of monsters hiding in the darkness take control of the world, all normal people will be turned into as desperate and crazy as they are."

Gu Lan narrowed her eyes, with a cold light in them.

"Dear patients, if you see what I see, you see monsters everywhere in this hospital."

"When you see doctors dragging their heads, when you see nurses who just grin, and when you see ghosts who die unjustly everywhere, it's not that you are sick, it's that the world is sick."

"Of course, there must be people who are really sick. But in a place like this, those who are not sick will become sick, and those who are sick will only get worse——"

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

The monster standing outside the door made Wan Yi take a breath of air and the goosebumps on his arms instantly stood up.

"Oh my God...if what I saw is real...do these monsters really exist?"

The security guards are monsters with three eyes, and some of them have more eyes. The dense eyes are crowded on their faces, making people straight up with trypophobia. They hold axes, sickles, machetes, and other knives in their hands.
To be continued...