A vaguely ethereal female voice sounded in his ears, and Li Ang took a deep breath and opened his eyes.
Unrecognized ceiling.
Where is this?
He quickly looked around and found that he was lying on the bed in a rather strange room.
The ceiling, which is nearly three meters high and cannot be reached even by jumping, is inlaid with square-shaped LED light bars, and surveillance cameras are installed in the corners.
The room is about 20 square meters. The four walls, floor, door, including the bedside and footrails of the bed where you are lying, are all wrapped with a layer of sponge covered with white fiber cloth.
The most important thing is that he is wearing a special prison uniform, with his arms crossed in front of him, and the gloves on his fingers are sewn together tightly with the clothes, making it difficult to break free.
She also wears a plastic mask in her mouth, which blocks the joints of her teeth and prevents her mouth from closing.
This is...a mental hospital?
Li Ang shook his head violently to clear up his muddy brain and force himself to recall and think.
The last scene in his memory was clearly of him sailing to the moon in a spaceship made of unsubstantial matter.
Why did you jump here suddenly?
Buzz——
The surveillance camera in the corner of the ceiling noticed Li Ang's movements, turned its direction, and aimed at him.
Faintly, I could hear the noise coming from outside the house, "Professor, he's awake!"
"The patient in room 37 is awake!"
Then came a burst of intense footsteps.
Phew!
The door opens, and the cold wind from the corridor blows into the room.
Li Ang moved his body, tilted his neck, and looked at the people who appeared at the door with the corner of his eye.
Wearing masks, two male and two female caregivers with big shoulders and round waists, and an elegant and easy-going middle-aged man in a brown suit.
"You're awake."
The middle-aged man smiled gently and said, "You are in good spirits."
You call this being in good spirits?
Li Ang suppressed the urge to complain, took a deep breath through the plastic mask, and said unclearly: "Where is this? Who are you?"
"Jushan Nursing Home, my surname is Jun, you can call me Professor Jun."
The middle-aged man who called himself Professor Jun said: "I know you have a lot of doubts now, but please believe me, we have absolutely no ill intentions towards you. Nurse, please help me and take him to the psychological testing room."
Four caregivers walked into the room, grabbed the ropes tied to Li Ang's shoulders and feet, and lifted him out of the bed.
Li Ang remained silent, holding his breath and concentrating, calling for the unyielding matter in his body.
...
...
Invalid.
There was no response to the spiritual call, and no unsubstantial matter was summoned.
How could this happen?
Just when Li Ang was stunned, four caregivers had already carried him out of the room and placed him on a trolley tilted to the ground. They expertly tied the ropes on Li Ang's clothes to the trolley to prevent Li Ang from breaking free or falling. p>
豱辘辘.
The wheels turned slowly, and two caregivers pushed the cart through the corridor. Professor Jun, who was following behind, took out his mobile phone and started talking to someone on the phone.
"Yes... Mr. Li, your son is awake... Okay... um... I will wait for you at the nursing home..."
Li Ang had no time to monitor Professor Jun's cell phone. He was lying on the trolley and looking around.
The floor of the corridor is paved with marble tiles. Through the glass on the left, you can see a large lawn and flower beds dotted with light bulbs.
On the other side of the flower bed, there is a Western-style Baroque-style building shrouded in night.
There is a stone tablet standing in front of its door with the words "Jushan Sanatorium" written on it.
Is love really a sanatorium?
Li Ang felt extremely baffled by the current situation. He was carried by a trolley through a long and narrow corridor and a spacious canteen. He walked around in the corridor and finally came to a study-style room.
There is a desk in the center of the room, with a chair in front of and behind the desk.
There are two tripods placed in the corner of the room. Each tripod supports a camera.
Four caregivers untied Li Ang from the trolley and pulled him to sit on the chair in front of the desk.
Professor Jun sat behind the desk. He reached out and turned on the two cameras. He rummaged through the drawer and found a file. After writing and drawing on it, he raised his head and asked with a smile: "I will ask some questions next."
It’s a simple question, just answer it according to your intuition.
What day is today?"
"..."
Li Ang lowered his consciousness and tried to activate his telekinesis, but there was no response either, "November 24th."
"Your name?"
"Leon."
"Your age."
"24."
Li Ang frowned and kept paying attention to things in the room from the corner of his eyes, collecting information and planning an escape plan.
Professor Jun remained silent and turned the small square mirror placed on the corner of the table towards Li Ang.
"Huh?"
Li Ang was stunned. He looked in the mirror and was more than ten years younger. He was clearly still a middle school student.
"Your name is indeed Li Ang, but you are only fourteen years old this year, not twenty-four. Today is not November, but October."
Professor Jun said: "A year and a half ago, you were diagnosed with an extremely rare brain glioma, and you developed symptoms such as lethargy, headache, and vomiting.
The tumor develops very quickly and is located deep.
Therefore, your parents, well-known entrepreneurs, followed the advice of the medical team and chose a treatment plan of surgical resection combined with new molecularly targeted drugs.
The surgery went well, and you lived a normal life for ten months after that, and then you started to have... abnormal conditions."
After that, he clicked a few times on the tablet, turned the screen over, and played a video.
The picture shows Li Ang wearing a black school uniform made of high-end fabrics, playing a fragment of Rachmaninov's Second Piano Concerto on the piano with several classmates in a lecture theater of a private middle school.
The video angle is located at the back of the lecture theater. You can see that in addition to classmates, there are also teachers, parents, and maybe some leaders in the classroom.
Halfway through the music, Li Ang suddenly fell down on the piano, whimpering like a beast roaring from his mouth, his shoulders twitched and his forehead kept holding piano keys.
The sudden situation startled everyone, and the music teacher behind the desk subconsciously stepped forward to hold Li Ang's forehead to prevent him from hurting himself.
Then he was knocked to the ground with a backhand elbow by Li Ang.
"..."
Li Ang had a weird expression. His eyes on the screen were bloodshot. He was so powerful that he smashed the piano to pieces with one punch. He was still mumbling something.
"I have achieved great success in my magical power, hahaha! No one in the world can stop me!"
"Blood food, I need blood food!"
Li Ang covered his forehead, not because of how shameful he was on the screen, but because this memory really appeared in his mind.
The video was interrupted, and Professor Jun continued: "After examination, there are no cancer cells remaining in your brain, but the risky use of new molecular targeted drugs in the combined treatment has led to strange consequences - the storage of short-term memory in your brain
The hippocampus, which has functions such as switching and orientation, is highly active.
Even when sleeping, it is running rapidly.
Manifested in the outside world are severe auditory hallucinations, visual hallucinations, hallucinations, and memory disorders.
You claim that you can see some otherworldly scenes."