Oh no! I'm surrounded by female ghosts!

Su Ming's story is long.

It took him a whole week to finish telling his story.

For the past seven days, he has been well-behaved and cooperative with the treatment.

Life went on peacefully and uneventfully.

The only problem is that the medicinal properties accumulate in the body more and more.

Although he would vomit it up immediately each time, the accumulated amount over time was quite alarming.

The dulling of my brain is becoming more and more obvious.

Thinking about problems is becoming increasingly difficult.

Wen Qi would sometimes ask about the details in the story, but Su Ming couldn't remember many of them.

Moreover, his mental state was not very good.

Every morning when I wake up, I feel disoriented and can't quite distinguish between reality and illusion.

New fragments of memory are gradually replacing old ones.

Therefore, after telling Wen Qi the story today, Su Ming will try to find a way to escape from the comprehensive mental hospital.

We absolutely cannot stay here any longer.

Boiling a frog in lukewarm water is the most deadly form of terror.

Wen Qi, who was standing to the side, saw through Su Ming's plan and asked with a smile, "Are you planning to run away?"

After spending a week together, her attitude towards Su Ming became more gentle.

Su Ming didn't hide anything. He pointed to his forehead and said, "If I don't escape now, I might not be able to leave."

"Now, when I wake up every day, the first thing that comes to mind is the memory of this world."

"And my original memories are like an old dream from a past life."

"It feels increasingly blurry and distant."

Wen Qi lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "We should indeed escape."

"But do you have a complete escape plan?"

"If your escape fails, they will definitely put you in the intensive care unit; that's for sure."

Su Ming sighed.

He understood perfectly well.

Running away means taking risks, and those risks need to be managed.

The best course of action is to be put in the intensive care unit.

According to the rules of mental hospitals, special measures must be taken in special circumstances.

Therefore, once caught, restricting personal freedom will no longer be against the law, but in accordance with regulations.

But when it comes to escape routes...

Su Ming had been observing quietly all week.

However, the area he could move in was too small to draw a complete escape route.

But he had no better choice.

Suppressing his anxiety, Su Ming turned to look at Wen Qi with curiosity.

He had always had a question in his mind.

"Do you take medication every day?"

Wen Qi nodded truthfully: "Yes, it's medicine to treat my split personality."

"But it's useless to me. Its speed in eliminating secondary personalities is far slower than the speed at which I create new ones."

"So I can be discharged from the hospital at any time."

"I can eliminate all my alternate personalities immediately if I want to."

"The reason I don't eliminate them is because I give them different personalities, different professions, and different experiences."

"Many complex issues require the collision and exchange of perspectives from multiple parties, which is far more thorough than pondering alone."

Upon hearing her words, Su Ming's eyes twitched.

If he didn't know Wen Qi, he would definitely think this guy was crazy.

But she really can do it.

The alter ego she created could even transfer the aftereffects of her low-level blind spots.

"Then what are you doing here?" Su Ming asked, puzzled.

Wen Qi explained, "This place is perfect for me to think and research."

"In this special place, there are no complicated interpersonal relationships or utilitarian conflicts of interest; it is a rare pure land."

Su Ming stared at Wen Qi in shock: "So, you came in on your own initiative?"

Wen Qi nodded: "You could say that."

She then raised her hand and called over the caregiver standing nearby.

"Please tell my attending physician that I need to speak with him alone tonight."

Hearing Wen Qi's direct words, Su Ming was completely stunned.

To his surprise, after the caregiver finished the call, she nodded to indicate that the attending physician had agreed.

Wen Qi turned and explained, "Entering this comprehensive mental hospital also requires a certain fee; not just anyone can get in."

"I offered my attending physician some extra income, and all he had to do was provide me with some favors."

"Su Ming." Wen Qi sighed softly, looking at him with a strange gaze: "Sometimes, I really doubt that the stories you tell are true."

"You've been living in your absurd story, but you've forgotten the real rules of survival."

"If you really wanted to be discharged, why did you choose to escape on your own?"

"You can have your family apply to have you discharged from the hospital for observation."

"If you don't want to take medication, you can apply to adjust your treatment plan in accordance with regulations."

"Don't you have any concept of money or the rules of real society?"

"In the normal world, money can do a lot of things."

"Since you initially thought you were being targeted, is it possible that your family was worried about you and proactively offered the hospital resources so they would do everything they could to treat you?"

"After all, your family is quite wealthy."

Su Ming stared wide-eyed, his head buzzing.

He felt that Wen Qi might have guessed correctly.

Money and the rules of real society seem somewhat distant.

So distant, it feels like a memory from the last century.

He had lived in an abnormal world for far too long.

They've long forgotten how to live a normal life in the normal world.

Su Ming stared in disbelief and asked, "This...this is possible?"

Wen Qi countered, "Why not?"

"You have never broken any rules, and all your actions have been within reasonable limits."

"Money and personal connections are common ways to broaden the boundaries of rules and resolve difficulties."

After a pause, Wen Qi spoke again, "You said you wanted to see the dean."

"I can help you make an appointment."

"I'm very curious about the forced favorability you mentioned."

Su Ming swallowed hard.

He has been thinking about how to find the dean for the past few days.

But they forgot the most basic principles.

It's not that the dean is unreachable, it's just that ordinary people are neither qualified nor have the means to see Him.

At this point, the outdoor exercise time was over.

The caregiver who originally came to take Su Ming back to his ward, after being explained by another caregiver, tacitly allowed him to leave with Wen Qi.

Su Ming followed Wen Qi back to her hospital room.

Wen Qi's ward was much larger than his, and had all the necessary facilities.

There are even computers, televisions, and refrigerators.

Wen Qi stared at Su Ming's wide eyes.

He had this shocked look on his face the whole way, which made Wen Qi laugh. Pointing to the door, he said, "It's just a luxury suite. You can stay there if you pay extra."

After saying that, she walked to the desk, pulled out a thick stack of documents from the drawer, and handed them to Su Ming.

Su Ming looked down and was suddenly shocked.

The contents of the document are the stories I've been telling these past few days.

Every page of the paper was filled with densely packed words.

Not only were all the "absurd" stories he had told intermittently over the past week recorded, but even the details of his pauses, forgetting, and hesitant tone during his narration were marked and recorded by Wen Qi one by one.

What surprised him even more was that the margins of the page were filled with dense annotations.

There is logical analysis, loophole deduction, dissection of his motivation, and even reverse speculation on the rules of those strange worlds.

The handwriting is neat and tidy, and the logic is terrifyingly clear. It doesn't seem like something a patient in a mental hospital would casually jot down. Instead, it's like an observer who has a firm grasp of the situation, dissecting an absurd yet real life script line by line.

"You wrote down everything I said?" Su Ming's expression was somewhat complicated.

He originally thought that Wen Qi would only listen to his bizarre past as a story and not take it seriously.

Because by the end, even Su Ming felt that the story was too absurd for her.

But she not only wrote it down, she also analyzed it in its entirety.

Wen Qi nodded gently, her eyes brimming with intense curiosity and inquiry: "You spoke very attentively, and I listened very attentively."

"Most importantly, based on my analysis, there are no logical gaps in your story."

"Every seemingly absurd plot point corresponds to your situation at the time, your past experiences, and your behavioral habits."

"Compared to the monotonous cases of delusions, hallucinations, and paranoia in the hospital, your experience is too complete and too real."

She looked up at Su Ming, a scrutinizing glint in her eyes: "That's why I'm even more uncertain whether you're trapped in an illusion and unwilling to wake up, or whether you've truly fallen here from another world."

Su Ming pursed his lips.

He himself sometimes can hardly tell the difference.

In just one week, under the influence of the drug, the first thing that flooded into my mind every morning when I opened my eyes was fragments of memories of this world.

In this world, he has a normal growth trajectory and a normal life trajectory.

The doomsday lines and future lines that I have experienced are like an illusory old dream, becoming more and more blurred and distant.

He would even occasionally feel disoriented and subconsciously doubt whether those experiences were just his own imagination.

Was it a ridiculous story he fabricated out of thin air after he lost his mind?

But the forced favorability that he could actively use constantly reminded him that his past was real.

After a long while, Su Ming nodded and said, "It's true."

His tone carried an unprecedented certainty.

Everything I said is true.

Wen Qi raised her hand and poked his forehead.

This familiar gesture immediately stunned him.

What followed was a crisp and decisive answer, without the slightest hesitation.

I believe you.

Just those three words made Su Ming's blood rush to his head.

He involuntarily took half a step closer.

I felt an inexplicable urge to lean down and kiss him.

Wen Qi turned slightly to the side, pressing her forehead against his, her tone serious and leaving no room for argument: "And what about them?"

"If you choose me, you must give them up."

"I don't like sharing with people."

Wen Qi spoke with utmost seriousness.

She is very interested in Su Ming and may consider taking their relationship to the next level.

But the premise is that Su Ming can only have one girl.

This is the real Wen Qi.

Although no emotions are required.

But once they fall in love, they become extremely devoted and will not allow any compromise or sharing.

She gets jealous and cares.

Su Ming remained silent.

It's not that he doesn't want to talk about it.

It's not that I can't say it.

Because, at this moment, he is still bound by the forced favorability rating.

It's not that I'm fickle, nor that I fall in love with every woman I meet; it's just that I have no other choice.

Seeing that Su Ming remained silent for a long time, Wen Qi did not press him for an answer.

She simply took a step back, withdrew the expectation from her eyes, regained her composure, and continued the conversation from where it began.

"If it is just pure mental delusion, a person's thinking will be instinctively confused and contradictory, and memories will be fragmented, illogical, and contradictory."

"But all your narratives, the underlying logic, the style of doing things, and the habitual way of thinking have never changed."

Even if you start to forget the details now, what's ingrained in your bones can't be faked or made into a disease.

Su Ming stared blankly at Wen Qi.

She remains as outstanding as ever.

Without the constraints of popularity, she lived more authentically and authentically.

Even his girlfriend, Tang Tang, didn't believe him so readily.

Only Wen Qi neither questioned nor tried to dissuade him, nor did he dismiss his story as madness.

Instead, they carefully analyzed everything he said.

Wen Qi was still talking.

She deliberately ignored Su Ming's increasingly affectionate eyes.

"So you're right to want to escape."

"The treatment methods at this hospital seem gentle, without electric shocks, restraints, or forced confinement, and even give patients a certain amount of freedom of movement."

"It doesn't destroy your body, it just eliminates your consciousness."

"It uses daily medication, regular routines, a mundane environment, and a monotonous atmosphere to gradually wear down your extraordinary thinking, erase your memories that don't belong to this world, and ultimately 'cure' you completely into an ordinary person who meets worldly requirements."

"But your previous idea was too rash."

Wen Qi changed the subject, his tone becoming more rational and admonishing, "Running away on your own is a last resort, a desperate gamble when there's no other way out, not the best option."

Su Ming sighed softly, his eyes filled with helplessness as he explained, "I just forgot the rules of the normal world."

He has truly forgotten the lives of ordinary people.

It wasn't until today that he remembered.

Upon hearing this, Wen Qi smiled and nodded, saying, "That's normal."

"Your consciousness is still stuck in an abnormal world."

"So you instinctively feel that this place is not normal either, and you can only escape by forcing your way out."

In response, Wen Qi held up two fingers and offered two suggestions.

"First, your family is well-off. This is your biggest trump card, and also the one you are most likely to overlook."

"They arrange the best treatment for you, thinking that this will cure your illness, but you don't want to be cured."

"Secondly, based on your current medical records..."

"You have been diagnosed with persistent cognitive impairment, delusional symptoms, and significant short-term memory decline."

"According to the hospital's regulations, the attending physician has veto power. If she determines that you do not meet the discharge criteria, even if the family applies, it will be rejected directly."

"But I can help you."

"I have a long-standing tacit understanding with several attending physicians, head nurses, and even the logistics management in the hospital."

"I can help you pull some strings and get your attending physician to revise your progress assessment to prove that your mental state is stabilizing and you meet the criteria for discharge for observation."

"But you need to do something for me."

Wen Qi's tone suddenly became extremely solemn.

"Find out what's normal for me in this world, and what's abnormal for you."

"If your story is true, then this world must be fake."

"Since it's fake, there must be loopholes and anomalies."

"We are so immersed in it that we have long been assimilated by the rules that we cannot detect these anomalies at all."

"Only you can do it."

Without the slightest hesitation, Su Ming nodded emphatically: "Okay."

He had no reason to refuse.

Because both of Wen Qi's suggestions to him were very important.

It can even minimize the danger of this doomsday line.