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. In the afternoon,
We all go to the cafeteria to eat. The door is locked at 10 o'clock in the evening. 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 empty, 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 reached for a cigarette in my pocket, 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 young 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 year the 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 year, men are like curious babies, 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.
This year, the man put his hand to his mouth and whispered to me: "I killed more than a hundred people in a village, from ten years old to one month old... I killed them all."
My back felt chilly when I heard it, and I felt chilly.
I don't know if he was trying to scare me or if it was true.
After he finished speaking, he grinned, and then I saw clearly that this man's teeth were very uneven, with large gaps between them, and they looked yellow and black as if they hadn't been brushed for many years.
"cough!"
The man cleared his throat and said again: "Let me introduce myself. My name is Zhao Xiaoshou. People here give me the nickname Plastic Legs. The so-called one door is gold, the second door is leather, the third door is color, the fourth door is hanging, and the fifth door is
Hey, I’m the one with the fishy eyes in this shop.”
I was stunned, and suddenly I heard that he was being jealous.
The so-called smelly eyes are people who used to perform busking on the streets with various animals. The skills of training animals to perform busking are all passed down from one line, and they must be passed down from male to female. Now they are almost extinct. (Circus
Not the kind in the group.)
"Do you have anything to ask me?"
I am silent.
"Ask me quickly!"
His eyes suddenly became fierce and he roared at me angrily!
I quickly asked: "Brother! I want to ask! How long have you lived here!"
He immediately replied: "I can't remember this at all. I only remember that I was your age when I came in. Why...it must have been thirty years."
I took a breath, thirty years... Oh my god, how many thirty years are there in a person's life!
He scratched his scalp twice, then lifted the quilt and climbed down from the upper bunk.
"Don't be afraid, I don't eat people! What are you afraid of!"
"We will be roommates from now on, and roommates should love each other. Come here, let's sit together! I'll show you something good."
I reluctantly sat next to him and asked what he was looking at.
He chuckled and slowly lifted up his right trouser leg.
I didn't realize it just now, but this person is actually a disabled person...
I saw that what was tied to his right calf was a prosthetic limb. The prosthetic limb was made of green transparent hard plastic. It must have been homemade.
"Brother, what are your legs?"
I found that he likes to scratch his scalp very much, and he scratches his head every time he talks. In addition, I guess he doesn’t wash his hair usually, and when he scratches his head, the dandruff falls down like snowflakes.
He told me: "My father chopped this leg off for me when I was a child. I had no choice but to learn my skills, so people here nicknamed me Plastic Leg. By the way, you are also considered a Jianghu person, outside."
Have you ever heard my father’s nickname? His name is Zhao Shili, is he still alive?”
"Zhao Shili?"
I shook my head and said that I had never heard of it. This was because I was a step behind in the world and I didn’t understand the Changchun Club artists of that era.
"Well, if I don't know, forget it. Didn't I just say that? Half of the people detained here are actually normal people. I don't have any mental illness. Although I, Du Xiaoxiao, have killed more than a hundred people, I am a normal person.
You are a good person, so don’t be afraid, we must live in harmony and live a good life.”
Then, he pointed at me with one hand and said with a smile on his face: "From today on, you have to help me prepare food, wash my feet, and wash my clothes every day. You are not allowed to close your eyes until I sleep. By the way, in the morning
You have to help me empty the urinal, and you have to eat all the shit I put in the urinal. If you don't do it well, I will kill you."
"What?"
"Get out!"
I was also angry, and I immediately had the courage to shout back: "You are my father! You want me to serve you like this? And you eat all the shit in the basin? You eat it! You piece of shit! You are so fucking stupid
There is definitely something wrong!”
Good people will be bullied, and good horses will be ridiculed. On my first day here, no matter what, I must not let people think that I am easy to bully!
So I shouted again: "If you don't accept it, practice!"
"Fuck! I'm afraid of you! Let's see who dies first today!"