My Sister is Fuji

Xiu Xiu's scalp began to tingle, and his body was shaking.This baby is laughing at something.

There was a faint smell coming from the tip of the nose, and thinking of the story Xue Qi told, her complexion became more and more ugly, and her beautiful face was slowly twisted together because of fear.

The baby looked at the side of Xiuxiu's head and smiled croakingly.

……

Cangshan Mental Hospital, Director Chen's office.

Director Chen pushed his glasses and double-checked the certificate Lin Hao gave him.After confirming that it was correct, I checked Su Qi's name on the computer.

"He's in area B on the fourth floor. He's been here for many years. Someone came to visit him a month ago."

"Who!" Lin Hao said nervously.

"It's his sister and his son." Director Chen looked at the computer, "But the strange thing is that they only came once. They have been locked up until now, except for the first few visits, and they have never come afterwards. Except for the sudden one month came to see him."

"Did they come just to visit?" Lin Hao seemed to think to himself.

"I'm not sure about that. You can ask the nurse who takes care of Su Qi." Director Chen stood up, "Let's go, I don't have anything important to do." He said and walked out of the office with Lin Hao.

Lin Hao pondered, and thought of a question: "Doctor Chen, do you think it is possible for a murderer to pretend that he is mentally ill after killing someone and successfully get away with it?"

Director Chen laughed twice: "What do you think, how could there be such a problem. We are not fools, and mental illness is not so easy to treat... Leaving aside the various factors of medical records, it is impossible for those murderers to be real. Pretending to be mentally ill."

"Why?" Lin Hao asked curiously.

Director Chen's eyes under the glasses pierced through the upper haze, and asked in a low voice: "What do you think mental illness should be like?"

Lin Hao pondered, this question made him a little stuck for a moment.He rarely encountered mental patients.The only time, and the most dangerous time, was when he faced Crazy Wu who was endangering others with a knife, but it was not directly related to him, it was dealt with by other colleagues.The rest of the impressions are no different from ordinary people. The understanding of mental illness is mostly seen in film and television works.

"It should be the kind of...crazy person who does harm to others or acts of self-harm." Lin Hao said rather ambiguously.

"You can also say that." Director Chen smiled, "But those people have gone too far, as if they insisted on proving that they are mentally ill. People who pretend to be mentally ill are easy to detect."

Is it too late?

Lin Hao thought about it, and then asked a commonplace question: "If an ordinary person is arrested and sent to a mental hospital, how can he prove that he is a normal person?"

"There is no need to prove it, as long as it is as usual, we will conduct a special test here." Director Chen said seriously, "The test results are very authoritative."

"Then what if this person is normal in terms of behavioral norms and behavior, but the test result is judged to be mentally ill?"

"That would be a pity." Director Chen stared into Lin Hao's eyes, "He is really mentally abnormal, and the result will definitely not be wrong."

Lin Hao was silent for a while, then asked again: "Doctor Chen, is it like someone said, everyone has mental illness to some extent."

"Do you know why the iceberg looks so majestic?" Director Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, his state was slightly different from before.

Lin Hao didn't speak, and looked around at the mentally ill people queuing up to get their number. Everyone was pale and thin, with a sad face. The queue was very long, and the chairs next to them were almost full.

"Because only one-eighth of it is exposed above the water!"

Director Chen looked serious, neither happy nor sad, "Have you heard of the 'Iceberg Theory'?"

"I heard something."

Director Chen said: "A person's self is like an iceberg. What we can see is only a small part of the surface—behavior, but a larger part of the inner world is hidden at a deeper level, which is invisible to others, just like an iceberg. "

Director Chen's erratic tone reminded Lin Hao of something, and he murmured, "It's just like this world."

Director Chen looked at Lin Hao strangely: "It's not that evil. I personally don't like the iceberg theory because it's a bit idealistic..."

"what--"

At this moment, someone suddenly caught Lin Hao's attention. A mad patient, wearing a straitjacket, was carried in on a stretcher, and people around him gave him surprised looks.

Director Chen smiled and pointed to the patient who was carried away on a stretcher: "It's a rare situation, and this is also the most common lunatic you want to see."

Lin Hao noticed the frenzy in Director Chen's eyes, which made Lin Hao very uncomfortable, and thought, "I don't like crazy people."

Walking to the elevator, Director Chen wanted to press the button, but Lin Hao said, "The fourth floor, right. If it's not troublesome, can I go up? I'm a little curious about what the mental hospital looks like."

Director Chen raised his eyebrows. He was not surprised by Lin Hao's curiosity at all. He showed what I understood and led Lin Hao up the stairs.

Between each floor, there are sliding iron doors that open from right to left.

Director Chen also took Lin Hao to walk around each floor and go up the corridor on the other side.

"Many people are afraid of mental hospitals, and some even say that they would rather choose to go to prison than to a mental hospital. But in my opinion, there is no difference between the two." Director Chen seemed to have opened up, and what he said was very meaningful : "One locks up mental patients who have made mistakes, and the other locks up mental patients who need treatment."

Director Chen's words made Lin Hao even more uncomfortable.

Listen to him continue: "The time in the mental hospital is very full. Get up at six o'clock..."

Director Chen introduced, pointing to the nearby chess and card room and the room for patients to entertain from time to time, and glanced at his watch: "It's ten past two, and it's time for the patients to have snacks."

In the corridors of each floor, there are patients eating snacks.

Every section of the road, there are sliding iron gates with rusty locks-there are many iron gates.

Every time I passed a ward, I looked in and saw the windows with barbed wire and strong railings.

There are security personnel in uniform on every section of the road. Lin Hao looked at the electric batons pinned to their waists, and instinctively straightened his back.

The deep corridor revealed a depressing atmosphere.

On the next floor, the mental patients on this floor are more serious, like lonely ghosts, like walking corpses, with dazed and wandering eyes, just standing quietly on the side.