"Hand over the doll!" Fu Bao yelled at his father next door with his fists clenched.
But the man grabbed him, his expression seemed to be worried about him, "Fu Bao, why did you escape from the hospital?"
Fu Bao looked at it but felt terrible. The hand that was grabbed seemed to be broken, and he was in severe pain.
"Stop pretending to be a good person, you are not a human but a servant ghost! You have eaten human flesh! Come and help, they are not human, they have robbed my doll, and my soul is in the doll. If it is Take it away and I’m dead.”
Fu Bao struggled, but couldn't get away. He turned to the surrounding passengers for help.
If a thief steals his wallet, he will be besieged by everyone. Now there is a servant ghost who is working as a scheming agent to steal the doll that contains his soul. It will definitely cause greater public outrage, right?
But the expected help did not appear. Fu Bao turned around anxiously, but was stunned.
Because he saw pairs of eyes mixed with indifference, pity and disgust, everyone was afraid of him.
"You, you..." Fu Bao suddenly felt like he was standing naked in the North Pole. The bone-deep cold froze his heart, and his courage disappeared. He begged and said, "That's all I said. Really, there is a little girl who can testify, but I can’t find her yet. She is wearing a red bow and a string of bells around her neck. Has anyone seen her?”
Ding dong.
The crisp sound of bells reached everyone's ears, and everyone saw a little white cat wearing a red bow and bells approaching Fu Bao and rubbing against his legs a few times.
Fu Bao was even more panicked. He was trembling with cold, and even his teeth were chattering, "No, no, I'm not talking about this cat. It's obviously a girl. Her name is the Guardian of the Big Meow Clan, and there's also a black cat." Oops, it must be in their hands, it’s mine, it has my soul in it, it’s something my dad didn’t know how to get out..."
No one paid attention to Fu Bao, and a strange silence spread in the car. Fu Bao looked at everyone anxiously, hoping to get some support, but everyone still sentenced him to death with silence without hesitation.
"I'm sorry, this kid is my neighbor. Because his father died unexpectedly, he committed suicide. Last night he broke the glass of his house and said he was attacked by evil spirits. He should still be in the hospital now. He ran out for some reason."
The father next door said in a very regretful tone.
The silence in the bus was suddenly expelled, and everyone nodded as if they had regained the ability to speak.
"He looks like a lunatic."
"He regarded the cat as a living person and said it was a little girl. Was he mentally disturbed?"
"Well, it's not normal. Stay away from him. I heard that crazy people can bite people."
The small conversations and those eyes made Fu Bao's line of reasoning break, because he found that he could not distinguish between true and false. Is the little Loli real?
What's going on with this cat? Are servant ghosts real? Why doesn't everyone support him? Are the black dolls real? Where is that thing?
Only the severe headache was real, coming in waves, making Fu Bao feel like he was going crazy.
"Hehehehe." Fu Bao lowered his head and smiled crazily.
The unusual laughter made everyone around him take a few steps back.
The method of proof is very simple... Fu Bao raised his head, stared at the father, and then at Xiaojie. His head hurt even more.
If it's true, the doll is on him!
Fu Bao jumped up and rushed towards Xiaojie. He felt an unprecedented desire. Fu Bao's body was filled with speed and passion like a cheetah chasing its prey. He wanted the black doll, and no one could stop him!
Fu Bao caught Xiaojie, and he touched the black doll from Xiaojie's pocket. Suddenly, a huge sense of satisfaction filled his body, making Fu Bao feel comfortable all over, like the feeling of lightness after taking drugs. He even moaned with satisfaction. ⋯⋯
Just when Fu Bao was immersed in joy, he was suddenly pulled away by a big hand, and then suppressed on the bus floor unable to move. Fu Bao did not get the doll, so he bared his teeth and yelled, "Give it back to me! give me back!"
But as he roared, the scenery in front of him began to become chaotic. One figure after another passed in front of him, and the crowd's discussion also turned into a buzzing noise, and then violent shaking, white shadows, sharp The sound of an ambulance appeared next to him, but Fu Bao didn't care about all this. The only one he was keeping an eye on was Xiaojie.
Unfortunately, the little boy with a cold expression and mocking eyes was getting farther and farther away from him. Even if he stretched out his hand desperately, he could not catch him. Fu Bao could only roar loudly. Unfortunately, after the pain in his arm, he did not even have the strength to roar. , his consciousness was suddenly submerged in black...
When he woke up again, all he could see was white, the white bed, the white ceiling, and the white belt that bound him. Fu Bao could only look around blankly, and saw a familiar face.
………
Fu Bao's consciousness gradually returned and he found himself tied to the hospital bed. He began to struggle.
"Don't waste your efforts."
The general practitioner sighed, "I'm already off work because you were called back again. It's really annoying. Fu Bao, have you become a madman? You openly attack children. You look like a dangerous guy."
"I'm not crazy!"
Fu Bao instinctively retorted, but as he listened to the doctor's nagging, what happened on the bus flashed through his mind. He could no longer remember the specific circumstances. He only remembered that he wanted to get the black doll back. Because he was about to die, his desire was so strong that he was desperate, and was later suppressed and tied up...
He always remembered not to tell others about the strange things that happened to him, because he would not believe it unless he had experienced it personally, but the death threat made him impulsive.
"Then why did you attack that child?" the GP asked strangely.
"I will die without that doll." Fu Bao murmured.
"Who said you would die? You are so healthy." The general practitioner raised an eyebrow.
"Healthy?" Fu Bao seemed to have heard something incredible and chuckled gloomily, "You said I would die in a few hours."
"Sorry, it seems that there is an equipment failure. You are healthy now." The general practitioner checked the equipment next to Fu Bao's bed and corrected his statement.
"What?!" Fu Bao stared at him in shock.
"Your physical condition looks good. You can live to be eighty or ninety years old." The general practitioner smiled brightly at Fu Bao.
"But...but I felt very weak before." Fu Bao didn't believe it.
Of course he doesn't want to die, but if he is healthy, what happened to his previous weakness?
The feeling is so clear. Could it be that he just came into contact with the black doll and the doll returned his soul to him?
Or was there another incident?
"You know the placebo effect." The general practitioner raised a finger. "Although the patient received ineffective treatment, his symptoms were relieved. If this effect is used in the opposite direction, it will cause psychological stress to the patient, such as confusion. By hiding the eyes of a condemned prisoner and making him think that he has a cut artery, and then imitating the sound of blood loss with the sound of water droplets, the prisoner may think that he has died of excessive blood loss. The human spirit is very fragile, just like a sandcastle. One wave and it all broke."
Fu Bao looked straight at the doctor, his voice sounded calm, but there was despair in his tone, "You mean, because of your misdiagnosis, I feel that I am going to die, but in fact everything is an illusion?"
"Yes, you were actually talking to a cat before leaving the ward in the afternoon. This is also an unusual sign of mental state."
said the GP, laughing wickedly. Talking to a cat... The doctor's words exploded in Fu Bao's brain like a bomb, and he suddenly fell into a dark abyss of even greater confusion. Fu Bao stared at him and muttered.
"What did you say?"
the GP asked curiously. Fu Bao's eyes were full of anger and he shouted: "Go to hell!"
Fu Bao, who was tied tightly, actually raised his upper body and tried to bite the general practitioner. He was startled and hurriedly got out of the way. Before running out of the ward, he said to Fu Bao: "Don't be afraid, I will treat you." With treatment, you can return to normal in about three or five years..."
"Get out!" Fu Bao yelled.
