When we went up to the fourth floor, the lights in the long corridor were very dim, and the walls were peeled off in many places. Even though there was no wind, it still felt very eerie here.
Lao Hong led the way with a flashlight. As he walked, he introduced to me: "The control here on the fourth floor is relatively loose. You can move around the entire floor freely during the day, play cards, and watch TV with other people. At noon
We all go to the cafeteria to eat, the door is locked at 10 o'clock in the evening, and someone checks the bed at 12 o'clock. There is no toilet in the room. Turn left at the end of the corridor and there is the toilet."
"This is the room, go in."
Lao Hong took out the key and opened the door. After I entered, he locked the door again.
I was arranged to be admitted to ward "424".
It's not a single room. Before I came here, I always thought that people in mental hospitals had one room per person.
The room was not big, with an area of less than ten square meters. It had bunk beds. I gently put down my clothes and saw a person lying on the top bunk.
This man was wrapped in a dirty quilt. He faced the wall and his back was toward me, motionless. He seemed to be asleep.
I tried not to make any noise, quietly sat down on the lower bunk, and then looked around carefully.
There is a small wash basin in the house, and there is a mirror on the wall. It is not a glass mirror, but a pure plastic imitation glass mirror. The window is an integral structure and cannot be opened, and a double-layer steel fence is installed outside the window.
I looked up again.
The roof is bare, there is not even a ceiling fan, and the corners of the ceiling are curved. This design makes it difficult to bear load, probably because they are afraid that someone will hang themselves in the room.
This is totally fucking prison style, how should we act like this...?
I subconsciously dug into my pocket to grab a cigarette, only to realize that the cigarette and lighter had been confiscated before I arrived.
At this moment, I suddenly felt something was wrong, and then I looked up.
A middle-aged man with a pale face and dull eyes was looking at me with his head tilted.
"I!!"
I looked up and suddenly saw a human face, which suddenly startled me.
"Hello, big brother, my name is Xiang...Wu Feng, and I am your new roommate!"
This middle-aged man had an expressionless face, his head kept swaying from side to side, and he stared at me like a child discovering something new.
After two minutes, he suddenly sat up from the bed and shouted excitedly: "There is a new person! Great! There is a new person! I finally have a new person here!"
I quickly said: "Brother, don't get excited. Everyone else must be asleep at this point. You're waking them up by shouting like that."
After listening to my words, he stopped shouting, but wrapped himself tightly in the quilt and said with a smile: "Patients? Who told you that all the people here are mentally ill? Let me tell you, most of the people here are normal people, and those few
All mentally ill people are locked up!"
I quickly said so, because no mentally ill person calls himself mentally ill.
But I was relieved that this person could have a normal conversation with me, as I was afraid of that kind of completely insane lunatic.
This middle-aged man was like a curious baby, asking me a series of questions.
"Your name is Wu Feng, right? Which sect do you belong to?"
"What mistake did you make to be imprisoned in Huili? What are your father and mother's names? Do you have a master? What is his name? I guess you killed someone? How many people did you kill?"
I said that I was from Kinmen and was imprisoned because I killed five people.
After hearing this, he was not afraid at all. Instead, he looked distracted and scratched his head: "Why did you only kill five people? Too few! Do you know how many people I killed?"
I swallowed, shook my head and couldn't explain clearly.
The middle-aged man put his hand to his mouth and whispered to me: "I killed more than a hundred people in a village, from eighty-year-olds to one-month-old children...let me kill them all."
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My back felt chilly when I heard it, and I felt chilly.
