Jiang Yaoqing closed her eyes again.
"Not awake yet?"
A woman's voice came, seeming to be communicating with the person beside her: "Your patient should be good."
"He's a kid after all," another person replied.
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Yaoqing felt a chill on her face.
The mirror was taken away.
Jiang Yaoqing felt two eyes lingering on her face for a long time, and then gently moved away after about twenty seconds. They were wearing sneakers, and when they walked, the friction between their shoes and the ground was very harsh.
"There have been a lot of new patients arriving recently, and the wards are running out of space."
The woman complained loudly, her tone of voice indescribably stiff. It's not like a normal person is complaining, but like a machine that has just been implanted with a chip.
As the woman's voice fell, the door was closed.
Jiang Yaoqing moved her fingers slightly, and just when she was about to stand up with her arms, something similar to the mouth sucked on the knuckle of her little finger, wrapping half of her finger inside.
This feeling...
Sticky and warm.
Jiang Yaoqing could also notice that the tip of her small tongue was constantly bumping against his fingers, as if imitating something with a distinct rhythm.
Jiang Yaoqing opened her eyes towards the old ceiling.
His expressions suddenly became extremely rich.
There was pain in her arm similar to being pricked by a needle, so Jiang Yaoqing decided to take out her fingers first.
With a little force, the fingers hanging on one side were easily separated from the mouth where the object was held.
Jiang Yaoqing endured the pain and half sat up with tears in her eyes.
etc.
Jiang Yaoqing looked at her hands.
so small.
He lifted up the quilt on his body, shook his short legs, and collapsed a little.
Before she could see what was sucking her finger, Jiang Yaoqing picked up the mirror on one side.
Seeing her own face in the mirror that was half her age, Jiang Yaoqing took a deep breath.
He shrank.
Looking at the thin-skinned face in the mirror, Jiang Yaoqing shrank into her eight-year-old self.
What a naughty operation this is!
Jiang Yaoqing's physical fitness was already poor, so she lost even more of an advantage in attack.
Pressing down the thoughts in her heart, Jiang Yaoqing turned her eyes and looked at the bed on one side.
There was still sticky liquid on her little finger. Jiang Yaoqing held it far away, did some mental preparation, and moved her buttocks to look over there.
Nothing at all.
Jiang Yaoqing frowned and tentatively lowered her fingers again.
The thing that bit Jiang Yaoqing's finger just now seemed to know that he was awake and did not appear again.
Jiang Yaoqing looked around the room. It was a regular ward. There was a perfunctory band-aid on his wrist. Jiang Yaoqing gently tore the band-aid off, and tears came out from the pain.
I saw a shocking gash on his right wrist, which looked like a long centipede.
Suicide by cutting his wrists.
This was Jiang Yaoqing's first reaction.
Her gaze paused on the wound on her wrist for a few seconds before Jiang Yaoqing stuck the band-aid back on again.
There was a pair of canvas shoes with holes beside the bed. Jiang Yaoqing shifted her weight to her left hand and put on the shoes with all her strength.
There are a total of six beds in this room, and I am the only patient. The other beds have been neatly made up.
Jiang Yaoqing put on her shoes and stood up, feeling unhappy.
Due to malnutrition when she was a child, Jiang Yaoqing was never very tall. She only grew slightly taller after she moved to a slum.
He is now only a little taller than the bed, and he can see the bottom of the bed if he lowers his head slightly.
Jiang Yaoqing blinked her eyes and looked down, there was nothing under the bed.
The sticky feeling on her little finger was still there, but Jiang Yaoqing didn't dare to smell it, so she picked up the tissue on the side and wiped it.
After walking around the room, Jiang Yaoqing found her name on the bedside.
[Name: Jiang Yaoqing]
[Age: 8 years old]
[Illness: Emotional disorder, tendency to self-harm]
Emotional disorder?
Jiang Yaoqing's eyes only stayed for a few seconds before looking away because there was chatter outside the door.
It sounds like it should be the anchor who came in.
Jiang Yaoqing walked to the door and lay on it, her amber eyes without any feeling.
"Does any of you know what exactly this place is?"
A man lowered his voice and spoke.
Jiang Yaoqing opened the door a small crack, and several people formed a circle outside and were talking.
"I don't know. When I was pulled in, I vaguely heard that this was a dungeon world!"
A girl's voice came out, sounding a little excited: "Have we become real anchors?"
"Probably not. I'm just an ordinary public official. To be honest, I don't want to die on the live broadcast."
Zheng Huan, who was chatting with the crowd, didn't realize at all that Jiang Yaoqing was eavesdropping in the corner.
Jiang Yao lowered her eyes and twisted the ring on her finger.
A piece of paper appeared in my mind. The paper was flat, with two fluorescent blue dots appearing on it.
The blue dots flashed and flashed, and the two dots were a little far away from their position.
There is no space on the flat paper. Jiang Yaoqing memorized the position of the blue dot, turned the ring back, and the flat surface disappeared into his spiritual sea.
"This seems to be a mental hospital. At present, it seems that there are only seven of us entering the live broadcast."
People outside continued to communicate.
"There should not only be seven of us, but two people died just now on the third floor."
Speaking of this, the seven people present were silent for a while, and one girl started sobbing again.
"We're not really going to die here, are we?"
"I don't want to die yet..."
"Why am I being dragged into this?"
…
Jiang Yaoqing listened in the corner for a long time and felt that it was of no use, so she started collecting again in the room.
After thinking about it for a long time, Jiang Yaoqing chose a tool that seemed to be more convenient - a broom.
If Jiang Yaoqing guessed correctly, the anchors who entered the live broadcast should have been assigned different patient roles.
His illness was emotional disorder and self-mutilation.
May occur from time to time.
Jiang Yaoqing guessed.
