Priest of the Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 202 The Madhouse

Luo Yi woke up leisurely, and what came into view was a slowly turning ceiling fan. The original white paint had fallen off, exposing the unique coldness and hardness of metal.

Behind the ceiling fan is a white ceiling, it may have been a long time, there is a little mildew on the wall, the corners are curled, and there is a little bit of dampness and mildew.

There was a strong smell of disinfectant in the air, and the smell of alcohol irritated the mucous membrane of the nasal cavity itchy.

Luo Yi raised his head, and there was a small window with steel bars above it. From Luo Yi's current vision, the sky was gloomy and foggy, and the air was coming in through the gap, without any sense of freshness.

The surrounding environment is extremely simple, even crude, with empty white walls, no TV, no photos, not even a mirror.

In the opposite corner, there is a pitch-black iron door with a small black window with steel bars on it. The outside is also white, there is no noisy sound, and it is so quiet that you can even hear your own breathing.

Look down.

The only equipment in the house other than the hard iron bed under me was a small cart one meter away, with some small bottles and cans on it, and a few sets of needles, one of which was still stained with blood. The blood was scarlet, the only bright color in the room, as if it had just been pulled out of the human body.

"Why do I have to look so carefully?" Luo Yi was a little confused.

But these seemed to be instinctive. After he opened his eyes, he quickly distinguished and recognized them, without thinking, and without the slightest deliberation or weirdness.

"Where am I?"

Luo Yi sat up, and just when his strength was pulled from his shoulders and neck to his chest, he was suddenly dragged back to the bed by a rebounding force. When he turned his head, he saw that both his arms and wrists were tied with cloth strips. The other end of the bar is fixed on the iron frame beside the bed.

Not only that, even the two ankles were tied with cloth strips, and the whole person was bound to the iron bed like a big character.

"I was tied up, but why did you help tie me up, and who am I?" Luo Yi tried hard to think back, and found that his mind was empty, like a newborn baby.

No memory, no past, just like this room, blank.

"How did this happen?" Luo Yi said, his voice hoarse, with severe pain in his throat, which seemed to be caused by damage to the vocal cords and hyperemia of the tonsils.

"I don't have a memory, how could I know this?" Luo Yi's mood began to fluctuate, and there was a hint of doubt in his eyes.

But soon his contemplation was interrupted by the sound of footsteps.

"Tap, tap, tap!"

The sound is crisp, cold, and loud, with a uniform frequency. The foot is heavy but the foot is light. This feeling is very contradictory, like a person who is in a hurry and is still deliberately maintaining his walking distance and footsteps.

"This shouldn't be the footsteps of a living person!" Luo Yi thought, but suddenly he thought again, "It's not a living person? But how can a dead person walk?"

"I'm so stunned!" Luo Yi laughed at himself.

The sound of footsteps outside the door stopped, and the sound of opening the door came. Luo Yi's body tensed unconsciously, and his eyes began to become solemn and stern.

"Oh!"

The iron door opened, and a 25-year-old glamorous woman in a white coat stepped on high heels and walked in.

Luo Yi looked at her badge. This person was called Chen Mu, a professional doctor who belonged to No. 13 Asylum.

"I'm in the hospital!" Luo Yi woke up startled.

"You're awake. I'm Doctor Echo. Of course, you can also call me by my Chinese name, Chen Mu." The woman opened her red lips and said softly.

The name of a Chinese, the face of a European, a typical mixed-race beauty.

The coat is a white coat, inside is a tight-fitting white shirt, underneath is a high-waisted pencil skirt, and under the slender and tight calves is a pair of bright red high-heeled shoes.

Stylish and simple without losing taste.

Chen Mu is tall and slender, with a prominent body curve. He has long dyed golden hair with a shawl. The slightly curly hair flutters gently as he walks around.

Moving up the line of sight is a rosy white face with profound features, thick and slender eyebrows, a touch of light blue in the brown pupils, and slightly raised corners of the mouth, revealing a hint of arrogance and glamor.

"It's a pity to be a doctor with this face!" Luo Yi thought absurdly.

"How's it going today, do you feel better?" Chen Mu said, his voice was full of concern, but his eyes were calm, just like a European and American blockbuster with domestic dubbing, people always have a kind of sound and picture out of sync, which can't be said Weird feeling.

"Much better, what's wrong with me?" Luo Yi said.

"You have mania, delusional disorder." Chen Mu paused, "Simply speaking, you are a mental patient with very unstable emotions!"

"Psycho?" Luo Yi frowned, "What time is it?"

"10 o'clock in the morning!"

"So I got sick last night, right?" Luo Yi said, because there were many discarded syringes beside him.

Chen Mu's eyes flickered, and he quietly stood beside Luo Yi's bed, blocking his sight.

"That's right, we injected you with a large amount of sedatives to calm you down, but don't worry, we are the top mental hospital in the world, and there is no patient we can't cure!"

Speaking of this, Chen Mu's eyes lit up, her pale face was flushed, it seemed that the mention of this hospital made her a little excited.

"I think I feel much better now, can you let me go?" Luo Yi tried to shake his wrist, it was red and swollen, and the cloth strips hurt him.

All of this is exactly the same as what Chen Mu said. He must have struggled desperately last night, otherwise his wrist would not have been hurt to this extent.

"It seems that I really have mania!" Luo Yixin said.

"Then you can't do anything. You injured several doctors yesterday. If this continues, no doctor in the hospital will treat you." Chen Mu warned.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to ordinary people...you!" Luo Yi was not used to it, as if he shouldn't have said these words.

"That's good, but before I let you go, I'll give you an injection first, and after the injection, I'll untie you!" Chen Mu said.

"inject?"

"Yes, it mainly acts as a restraint and calmer, and it can make you relax a bit."

"How many times a day do I have to fight?" Luo Yi asked.

"Usually once every three days, but your condition is very serious, and now you have to get it four or five times a day." Chen Mu said, and began to prepare the potion after speaking.

"What kind of medicine is in here?" Luo Yi looked at the yellowed medicine in the syringe, feeling a little conflicted in his heart.

It seems that these medicines are very abnormal. The yellow liquid is like corpse oil?

"How could I think of this?" Luo Yi was a little surprised, this was definitely not the reaction a normal person should have when seeing the potion.

Chen Mu noticed his expression and said: "You have paranoia, so it's best not to stare at one thing carefully."

"Delusion!" Luo Yi chewed these three words over and over again in his heart, "A person without memory can also suffer from delusion?"

(End of this chapter)