Immediately, Zhang Ye smiled calmly again and said that it didn't matter.
Maybe it was due to some cause in his previous life, and he got this result in this life.
Maybe, this was his fate.
At this time, I felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
If I had master-like skills, I would definitely be able to save him.
Unfortunately, I don't have that ability.
Half an hour was short.
Under the urging of the supervisor, I left Cell No. 107.
During the whole afternoon's work, I was absorbed in the matter of the woman in red.
I was so absent-minded that I made frequent mistakes.
My hand was scratched in two or three places without even realizing it.
After dinner, I lay on the bed, no longer interested in chatting, and just listened to their conversation.
"Hey, have you heard that our warden has moved to Ghost Prison No. 107?"
"I asked why I haven't seen him for a day.
Why did he run away?
Did I offend anyone?"
"Do you think there are ghosts in this world?
It sounds quite scary."
"Who knows, I've never seen it."
Hearing this, I was quite surprised.
Didn't they all see the woman in red that night and huddled in the corner in fear?
Why did they ask if there are ghosts in the world?
I couldn't help but interject and asked if they saw anything that night.
Everyone's answer was almost unanimous: nothing happened that night.
I'm a little confused.
Why do everyone say nothing happened?
It seems that the memory has been erased.
I don’t know when, I actually fell asleep.
I had a dream, in which Zhang Ye pinched my neck with blood on his face, asking me why I didn't save him, and I couldn't make a sound, even a little bit.
At the moment when I was about to suffocate, I woke up suddenly, wiped the sweat from my face, and sat up.
Recalling the scene just now, I still feel a little scared.
What does this dream mean?
Has Zhang Ye already had an accident?
When the guard opened the cell door, I rushed out and went straight to Cell No. 107.
I slapped the door of the prison cell, and Zhang Ye on the bed seemed to have some reaction.
The corner of his quilt was slowly opened, and a face was revealed from inside.
Oh my god, that was not Zhang Ye's face.
It was the face of a rag doll, with a grin and blinking eyes.
Suddenly, the rag doll's face slowly cracked, and blood kept flowing out from the crack.
Soon, the rag doll's face had completely cracked, and was replaced by a pale green face.
There is also a big bloody hole where its left eye is, and from time to time some red and white stuff will flow out of it.
It's smiling at me.
What I can think of is that Zhang Ye is already in danger.
How I hoped this was just a dream.
I slapped the cell door hard and shouted Zhang Ye's name loudly.
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I was so angry that I finally passed out.
When I woke up, I found myself lying on a soft bed, with soft pillows, warm quilts, and the snow-white sheets I saw for the first time in my life.
I saw a bottle hanging on the shelf next to the bed, and the liquid inside was dripping down a thin tube bit by bit.
When the guard saw that I woke up, he asked me with concern if I was feeling better.
I nodded, indicating that I was fine.
Suddenly, I thought of Zhang Ye again.
I wondered how he was doing now, so I eagerly asked about Zhang Ye's discipline.
Some of the guards, some monks Zhang Er, were confused and asked me which Zhang Ye was.
I said he was the warden of our cell, the one who later moved to No. 107.
The guard smiled and said that none of the staff in the juvenile detention center was named Zhang Ye.
He said that I must have been too frightened by what happened to Old Liu Tou and had hallucinations.
I couldn't deny it.
When I asked why I was in the hospital, the warden said that he had arrived at the juvenile detention center that day and assigned me a cell.
But when I walked to the door of cell 107, I suddenly rushed towards it.
He slapped me and screamed, then passed out.
He also told me that the matter with Lao Liutou had come to an end and was caused by wild animals.
I was free now and could go home after I was done.
After chatting with me for about ten minutes, the guard called the doctor to do another detailed examination on me.
I was very curious about this doctor wearing a white coat.
Why is the color white everywhere in the hospital?
This is so unlucky.
In the village, white mourning clothes are often worn only when there is a funeral.
The doctor opened my eyes to take a look, and asked me to stick out my tongue.
Finally, he pressed a strange object on my chest.
It was cool.
Later I learned that the object was called a stethoscope.
After the examination, the doctor had a conversation with the correctional officer, and I happened to overhear the conversation.
The doctor said that I was suffering from paranoia caused by excessive mental stress and that I needed to rest.
The current situation is very optimistic.
As long as I am not stimulated again, I can be discharged from the hospital in a week at most.
He also said that paranoia is not actually a disease.
People with paranoia often have associations and fantasies because of a certain thing or a certain scene.
Patients with paranoia are either the product of being forced by the pressure of life and choosing to escape reality; or they are caused by high levels of fright.
I should belong to the latter, although I don't know exactly what frightened me, maybe it has something to do with Old Liu Tou.
The guard peeled an apple and handed it to me, and asked me some things about my family.
When he learned that my master was Mr.
Yin Yang, he smiled and said that his grandfather was also a Mr.
Yin Yang, and he was a very powerful one. kind.
He said that he had believed in these ghosts and gods since he was a child, perhaps because he was influenced by his grandfather.
However, his ambition was to be a people's policeman, so he did not take over the burden of his grandfather.
He said that eradicating violence and promoting good deeds was also about accumulating virtue, but in a different way.
The correctional officer told me to recuperate in peace and not to think wildly.
As for the medical expenses, the juvenile detention center had already paid for them.
He also said that he would send a car to take me back after a week and help me clarify the facts.
The guard left, and I was the only one left in the huge ward.
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People tend to think randomly when they are bored, and I am one of them.
What happened to the woman in red is vivid in my mind.
Why did they say it was my hallucination and that I was delusional?
Am I really sick?
My eyes moved to the window.
Looking through the window, I seemed to see a pale green face with a big bloody hole on its left eye.
I rubbed my eyes and looked over again.
There was nothing there.
All I could see was the bright moon hanging in the sky.
Hey, it seems that I am really sick.
Maybe it’s time to relax.
Blah blah blah The sound of a broom scraping against the ground interrupted my thoughts.
I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.
It was twelve o'clock: