The ceiling is retreating at a constant speed. Every few seconds, a light bulb will enter the field of view, emit dim lights, and then disappear from the other end of the field of view.

He shook his body and made sure that his hands, feet, and even his head were tied firmly to the cart, and he couldn't move. He wanted to speak, but his eyes were stuck tightly by a mask that he didn't know what to do, his chin could not be opened at all, and there were only a few small holes for breathing.

He raised his eyes upwards, and at the edge of his sight, he could see a person's nostrils, which were thick nose hairs inside... and his chin covered with stubble, so he should be in his 40s.

Is his clothes white or because of perspective, he can't see the style.

A man! Apart from that, it seems that he can't come to any other conclusion.

Then, he turned his eyes to the side as much as possible. Yu Guangneng could barely see the wall connecting with the ceiling. About two meters away from him, the skin had begun to fall off, revealing the moldy wall inside. Several water pipes were exposed outside, making a ticking sound of water.

This is a corridor, but because of limited view, there is no way to know if there are windows, rooms, or doors on both sides of the corridor.

It has been about 5 minutes since I woke up. This corridor has not been completed yet, and I haven't even turned around. Although I can't be completely sure, I'm probably in a big building that has been around for some time.

Afterwards, he sniffed the air around him. It was not very fresh, but there was no strange smell. It seemed that someone should be cleaning here.

Should I try to hum a few loudly to see if the man lowers his head so that he can see his face... But then, he rejected this idea himself.

Before you figure out what is going on, it is better not to do anything first.

......

......

The man lying on the flat car was a little strange.

First of all! He had no idea why he appeared here at all. As soon as he opened his eyes, he found that he had been tied to this push-able flatbed car.

Most people will be scared and screamed when they wake up and find themselves tied up and are pushed away in a completely unfamiliar environment. However, this person is very quiet and habitually observes around them.

Secondly! He didn't know who he was, he didn't know at all, he didn't know his appearance, age, nationality, and no memory of his childhood. Even if he didn't look in the mirror or touch his chest now, he didn't even know whether he was a man or a woman. Just now, he tried to speak a few words in his mind to confirm which country he was from, but then he was surprised to find that he actually knew many languages ​​and couldn't tell which one was his native language.

...

"Bang!" A very slight sound came from the direction of the feet.

The flat car seemed to have hit something, and then a "scream" sounded, and a door was pushed open.

Sure enough, a door frame appeared in his sight, and a sign was posted on the door frame, but I couldn't see any words written on it.

The flat car turned a corner and continued to move forward. After about two minutes, it stopped. The back of the person pushing the flat car appeared in his sight. He was wearing a white coat and the corners of his clothes turned yellow. He probably hadn't washed it for a long time.

"Doctor?" he wondered, "It seems no, the doctor should not be so sloppy. Even if he doesn't wash his work clothes, at least he has to shave his nose hair."

"Zhiga"

A door was pushed open again, and a male voice sounded, and it was obvious that it was the one who pushed the cart. He said, "Ms. Liu, he is here!"

He speaks Chinese! His tone is filled with respect...

"You can't know the gender in Chinese." He felt a little regretful.

Then a female voice came.

"Push it in."

...

As soon as the words were finished, the flat car began to move forward. It was the man who pulled him from the direction of his feet.

The upper eaves of a door appeared in the field of view, and then the ceiling in the house was seen, which was made of wooden. The decoration of this house was obviously much better than that of the corridor.

"Stand up the bed!" The female voice came again, followed by a sound of paper rubbing against each other.

Immediately afterwards, the axle under the flat car made a creaking noise.

The line of sight moves...

This is a single office that looks good, not too big, with several wooden bookcases beside the wall, filled with books, and an office desk in front of him, sitting behind him with a black hair tied up. He couldn't see his face clearly with his head down. Although he was in a white coat, he could feel that his figure was pretty good. At this moment, he was fiddling with a bunch of documents in front of him.

"Take off his mask!" she said without raising her head.

It was not until this time that the man who was pushing the cart had his face truly entered his vision. His hair was very messy, and his cheeks were red. He probably had been drinking too much and his white coat was so dirty. If he had anything special about him, it was that he was a little stronger than ordinary people. If this was a hospital, why would he have such a sloppy medical worker?

...

Mental hospital!

Almost the next second, he got the answer, which just explained why he didn't smell the scent of disinfectant when he came. After all, there were not many people in places like mental hospitals, and there were only a few medicines.

"It seems that I should be a mentally ill!" he thought of it immediately.

The mask was tied very tightly and was completely removed after about 1 minute of wasted. He opened his mouth and made a "uh!" sound, as if he had been much more relaxed.

But it was just such a simple sound that he got the following conclusion

First: Judging from the voice, I am about 20 years old and a man.

Second: He found that the muscles controlling his chin were not too stiff, which means that the mask was not carried for long, and it should have been brought with him not long before he woke up.

Third: He wants to try if there is anything special about his voice, but it seems that nothing is abnormal. Then why do he wear a mask that even opens his mouth when his hands and feet are tied so strongly? Is he a mentally ill who loves to bite?

At this time, the female doctor in front of her seemed to have finished the documents at hand.

"You go out first!" she said, and put a bunch of documents on the table together and placed them on the corner of the table.

"Okay lady, um... I'm right outside the door. If something is wrong, you can call me immediately." The man said, walked out of the room and closed the door.

Calling a lady both times, not a doctor or a doctor? Is it a personal habit? It may also be that the woman in front of her is not a doctor. Isn't this a mental hospital? Obviously, it is impossible to know the answer to these questions for the time being.

To be honest, now there is basically no place to move except for his mouth and eyes, but why does his tone before leaving the door seem to be very dangerous, and he needs to be ready to rush in at any time?

The person tied to the flat car kept thinking like this. His thinking was very fast, as if he was completely involuntarily observing, analyzing, associating, and... he couldn't stop at all!

At this time, the woman in front of him raised her head. He also began to focus on her almost at the same time. This rapid entry into the state of concentration did not make him feel a little uncomfortable.

Over 30 years old, wearing light professional makeup, her eyes are full of confidence as a successful woman. The wrinkles on the corners of her mouth and corners are very shallow, she doesn't like to laugh, or knows how to maintain her. There is a light mark on her lipstick. Bite the pen? Bite the fingers? No, smoke! The earrings look ordinary, but they are absolutely valuable. They are a woman who knows how to taste but is not ostentatious, and of course, they are also very rich.

The white coat is very clean, and every corner is meticulous. Well... he is indeed a strong woman. He doesn't wear a badge, but even if he is wearing it, he can't see the words on it at this distance. But he should be able to guess which side of her usual hand is. Huh? Such an outstanding woman doesn't have a ring on her finger.

Whether it is useful or not, in short, this information poured into his mind almost instantly.

...

At this moment, the woman started talking

"Hi……"

The person on the cart did not reply. From the woman's word "hi", he did not get any information, so he chose to remain silent and see what the other party would say.

When the woman saw that he didn't speak, she had no doubts or displeasures, but she naturally opened a file in front of her.

"Chen Xiao?" she asked.

"Oh, Chen Xiao, or Chen Xiao!" He knew that this should be his name, and then frowned, "No, it's Chen Xiao!"

Although he only heard the pronunciation, for some reason, he felt that he should be called Chen Xiao, although the name was a bit strange.

Smile! This word is really popular. He thought, as if he was very satisfied with the word smile in his name.

Afterwards, he really grinned and was surprised to find that his mouth seemed to be very big.

The woman in front of her frowned, as if she had seen some disgusting scene.

"Uh... it seems that I don't look very good when I smile." Chen Xiao thought, but he didn't care, and he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

It doesn't seem like a big deal to keep not talking, so he said in a very low voice: "Hi, hello!"

Then, I was stunned.

Because he just simply posted a syllable, and now after he actually spoke, Chen Xiao found that his voice was very sharp and sounded a little harsh.

"What?" Ms. Liu frowned again behind the table. Obviously, she didn't hear clearly what he was saying.

This is because Chen Xiao deliberately lowered his voice.

"Cough! Cough!... I said hello! Hello!" He cleared his throat, pretended to be trying to increase the volume, and then said in a smaller voice.

Ms. Liu sighed, then she took the files on the table helplessly, got up and walked over.

This is exactly the result Chen Xiao wanted to see.

She is about 168 tall and may look a little thin overall. The lower part of the white coat is nothing special, black trousers and high heels? Then her height should be only 165, or shorter?

Will a doctor wear such shoes? But this doesn't mean anything.

At this time, Ms. Liu had already walked about half a meter away from Chen Xiao and stopped. Maybe it was because she felt that the distance was enough to hear her words clearly, but the greater possibility was... she didn't want to get too close to her.

"What's wrong with your throat?" she asked with a frown.

"Ahem!!" This time Chen Xiao pretended to clean his throat again, and then replied with a normal volume: "It's okay."

Ms. Liu shrugged her shoulders, looked down at the documents in her hand, and said, "It seems that we can communicate normally. So from now on, you will answer whatever I ask you. If you cooperate well, you may be able to win a chance to be discharged from the hospital. If you are unwilling to cooperate, you can only return to the single ward again. Given your danger, you should be locked until you die of old age." Then she paused, looked at Chen Xiao's eyes, and continued, "Do you understand?"

"...It seems that this is indeed a mental hospital, and I am indeed a very dangerous mental patient. My danger has reached the point where I have to be locked in a single ward, and I will never be released in my life?" Chen Xiao moved his tied arms very quietly... "Okay, it seems that I am indeed very dangerous."

So the question is, this woman said I could get a chance to be discharged. Logically, it is impossible for a patient like me to be discharged. Could it be that my mental condition is approaching normal and meets the discharge standards? And now I am undergoing a pre-discharge test.

No, if I was really that dangerous, no one would take the risk of agreeing to be discharged from the hospital. People would only lock me up forever.

So, what does this woman mean by cooperating well?

Chen Xiao thought that he knew that these things would have an answer later, but he still couldn't help but think about it.

"Okay, ma'am" Chen Xiao said, showing a smile that she thought should be very polite.

Ms. Liu frowned again, as if she was disgusted by this smile.
Chapter completed!