"Has he always been like this?"
"Yes, it was like this when he was brought back from the scene. No matter what stimulation the outside world gave him, he didn't respond."
Several people walked into the ward. The entry of outsiders did not attract the attention of the person on the bed.
He was still sitting there in a daze, his eyes looking at the void without saying a word.
The doctor came closer and gave a demonstration.
He picked up a trumpet-like prop and pinched it twice. Without warning, the harsh sound made others frown.
But the young man on the hospital bed still had the same expression and remained motionless.
The doctor then walked to the bedside, took out a medical flashlight from his pocket, pointed it at the young man's pupils, and turned on the light. Apart from physiological pupil contraction, the young man had no other reaction.
After that, the doctor put away the flashlight and spread his hands: "This is almost the case. We have done a physical examination and there is nothing wrong with his body."
The young man was at his mercy. The hospital went through all the tests they could think of and found that everything was normal physiologically.
It’s similar to a vegetative state, but more troublesome than a vegetative state.
Because young people's nerves cannot enter the sleep state, once the time reaches the critical point, external force is needed to help them fall asleep.
The man with the Chinese character’s face frowned after hearing this: “Then do you have any speculations?”
The doctor nodded, but hesitated a little: "Yes, yes... we speculate that it is the brain."
"The brain is the most sophisticated and complex organ of human beings, and the existing instruments at this stage are not enough for us to determine what is wrong."
The doctor said, sighed, and took out the report he had written during the previous examination.
It was densely packed with data, which was incomprehensible to outsiders. The man with the Chinese character took it and rolled his eyes, then turned directly to the end to see the conclusion.
"Have you sought other avenues?" the man asked again.
"Yes." The doctor pointed downstairs, "Ward 407 on the fourth floor, the foreign aid we invited."
"The guy tried to connect to this guy's consciousness, tried to see what he saw, and then..."
You don’t need to say what follows clearly. If you have moved to the fourth floor, you are suffering from mental damage.
"He only connected for a second and saw a vast expanse of white."
After that, the foreign aid screamed and ran out. It took some effort for their hospital to subdue him and send him for treatment.
Now the person is still lying downstairs. After a brief period of waking up, his eyesight turned completely white.
He just took one look and almost got lost in it.
"As for the location of the accident...it's still on the platform of the Ghost Subway."
But this is very strange. Neither the ghost subway nor the strange passengers are enough to cause a person's mental breakdown.
"What did the people who found him say?"
"The team member said that they were in the final stages of finishing the ghost subway incident, cleaning up the scene and preparing to leave."
"The two of them were originally standing very close to each other, but later when he heard the sound of falling to the ground and went to look for someone, he found that his companion was far away from him."
"The team then checked the scene again and found nothing unusual."
The man with the Chinese character face thought for a while and felt that there should be a third "supernatural" person present.
This "supernatural" level is too high and cannot be detected by instruments.
Just one glance can make people's minds fall apart, and it is very threatening.
"It's tentatively rated A+, codenamed 'White Trick'."
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"Ah sneeze!"
Bai Su sneezed, and everything he was looking for fell to the floor.
He always feels like someone is talking bad about him, but the human body is really inconvenient.
If it were him in the past, he would have been able to catch all the falling papers, instead of just picking up two pieces with two hands, one left and one right like now.
He gathered up the paper that had fallen out of the rental contract and put it back.
He had waited for a long time but did not see a new post from the poster, and Wang Muying only remembered her business with Bai Su today after she finished complaining.
The lease term for the house rented by Bai Su is about to expire, and the contract must be renewed.
But the landlord, Grandma Wang, was old and couldn't remember where she put the contract, so Wang Muying came to ask if she could find the previous contract from Baisu.
So Bai Su began to rummage around the room.
The original human beings arranged things very casually. After Bai Su took over, he collected all the things scattered outside and started looking for them one by one.
Various identification documents, bank cards and some small items, and finally the contract was found in a folder.
There were also some notes found together. Bai Su flipped through them casually. One of them was a diary, and the rest recorded some numbers and English.
Thinking that no serious person could write a diary, Bai Su put the diary aside.
She took a few photos of the contract with her mobile phone. After receiving the message, Wang Muying replied with an OK emoticon, saying that she would prepare the contract before coming back.
Yingluo: When is it more convenient for Xiaobai?
Bai Su: Ask before you come, or leave it in the mailbox downstairs and tell me.
Tassel: okkkk.
After searching for things, Bai Su was ready to stuff the original human's belongings back.
He folded everything and picked it up. As a result, the items were of different sizes, and two more items fell out from the gaps that were not pressed tightly.
The back of the notebook hit the ground and spread out to both sides. Another card book pressed on top of it, just hitting the dog-eared page.
What seems to be written?
Bai Su squinted his eyes and bent down to pick it up.
He opened the dog-eared page.
——"My mother is dead."
It was written in a scrawled handwriting, and the same sentence was repeated many times.
Bai Su looked at it intently for a while.
Speaking of which, there is something strange about primitive humans.
He found no original human memory of his family.
You can’t say it’s not there, it’s just very faint, as if it’s been deliberately forgotten.
This is also the first time Baisu has swallowed a human and replaced his identity as a human. He is not skilled in the business and is not sure if there is something wrong with his own operation.
Anyway, he only knew that the original human parents died young.
Other relatives also have little contact with each other and may be somewhat avoided.
Not recalling any meaningful memories, Bai Su gave up.
He turned over the pages full of repeated words, wanting to take a second look at them and then put them away, not wanting to see the bright red graffiti that came into view later.
The bloody lines outline arcs, and the arcs are connected one after another to form a filthy pattern.
Doodles cover the upper half of the paper, and trembling lines reach the lower half, leaving a large unfinished mass of ink dots.
Bai Su knew it was an unfinished spell after just one glance.
Because it was a semi-finished product, it had no effect, but the aura emanating from it disgusted Bai Su.
too disgusting.
Disgusted, he covered the pattern. It wasn't enough. He tightened his hands and tore the paper off, then crumpled it into a ball.
The trash can is the final destination of this piece of waste paper.
Bai Su had no idea that this human being had such an item in his home. When he thought of the disgusting smell, he couldn't sit still.
Damn, has he lived with this thing for so long?
The original human memory was missing, and Bai Su could only act on his own.
It was too slow to confirm one thing after another. The next second, a thin white mist gently blew across the entire room.
At the same time, the value of a monitoring device somewhere in the city suddenly soared, and the employees on duty who were staring at the screen were so frightened that they fell off their chairs.
Fa, what happened?
