I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

Lu Ban spoke first.

"...Is there something you need so late?"

On the other end of the phone, Dr. Hao sounded somewhat uneasy.

It's almost midnight now, and a severely mentally ill person suddenly calls. That's really scary!

"It's like this, I don't know if there are any beds available in the hospital?"

Lu Ban asked.

"???"

Dr. Hao was taken aback and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"Yes, there are..."

"That's great! I'd like to go there for a few days to rest and take a vacation."

Lu Ban said.

"what?"

Dr. Hao had a feeling that it was unreal.

Lu Ban's mental illness is not the ordinary kind.

In the case of common mental illness, the symptoms are usually mild, with episodes occurring from time to time, and the person is aware that they are ill.

Those with severe symptoms experience frequent flare-ups, and when they do, they don't feel sick.

Lu Ban, on the other hand, never stops having an attack, yet he still thinks he's perfectly normal.

What made Dr. Hao even more suspicious was that this movie, made by a mental patient, was loved and praised by people all over the world, achieving huge box office success and receiving rave reviews.

Is something wrong with this world?

Of course, Dr. Hao and his family also contributed three movie tickets.

It's really pretty.

Now that Lu Ban has taken the initiative to request a bed, and not under the pretext of collecting materials, Dr. Hao feels there must be something wrong with it.

Perhaps it's a case of feigned indifference to lure the prey into a trap.

Crime movies often feature this kind of plot: after committing a crime, criminals not only don't hide, but they also return to the crime scene and flaunt their crimes, or deliberately aggravate their suspicions to make others think they are actually innocent.

Lu Ban might be the same way.

Based on Dr. Hao's many years of medical experience, when someone suddenly says they have a mental illness, they are most likely not actually sick.

When a mentally ill person who has always claimed that he is not sick says that he needs to be hospitalized, it means that his illness has become more serious.

However, Dr. Hao couldn't refuse Lu Ban.

After all, Lu Ban is indeed a mental patient, and he even has a doctor's certificate, which he wrote himself.

Moreover, he gave so much.

The next day, after packing his things, Lu Ban took a taxi to Jiangcheng Mental Hospital.

He also wore a mask for safety.

"Oh, 900 Xicheng North Road, going to visit family?"

The driver seemed like a cheerful and talkative person, and perhaps mainly because Lu Ban was a male passenger, they chatted casually for a bit as soon as he got in the car.

Jiangcheng Mental Hospital is located at No. 900 Xicheng North Road. In Jiangcheng, where the roads are intricate and complex, many experienced drivers may not know the exact location, but if you say No. 900 Xicheng North Road, then these drivers will definitely know that this is a mental hospital.

"No, I went to the hospital."

Lu Ban readily answered.

"?"

The driver suddenly fell silent. He looked at Lu Ban in the back seat through the rearview mirror, somewhat apprehensive.

"Are you kidding me?"

"I asked the driver."

"No, I'm very familiar with Dr. Hao at the hospital. He arranged a bed with a nice view for me this time."

Lu Ban replied.

"Oh, I see..."

The driver responded.

At the same time, the in-car recording and emergency alarm functions were secretly activated.

After driving for a while, approaching an intersection, while stuck in traffic and waiting for the traffic light to change, Lu Ban suddenly spoke.

“Master, you really didn’t need to do that.”

"!!!"

The driver felt a chill run down his spine.

He immediately sat up straight, not daring to turn around, and only observed Lu Ban's expression through the rearview mirror inside the car.

He discovered it?

Is he about to make a move?

Does he have any knives in his backpack?

Lu Ban pointed to one side.

“It’s closer to the hospital if you turn right here. I’ve been there several times and I know the way. You don’t need to take the elevated road.”

"……Oh."

The driver responded and turned the steering wheel to change lanes.

Meanwhile, on another phone, the driver secretly typed a few words in a WeChat group.

[Damn, I picked up a lunatic, what should I do?]

This WeChat group was created by these drivers. Sometimes they would share road conditions, sometimes they would exchange industry information, and most of the time they would use it to arrange gaming sessions.

[Really? You think someone can just call themselves mentally ill? I even gave a ride to a movie star, from that really popular movie lately.]

[So what if you're mentally ill? Last time, that guy was driving perfectly fine, and the passenger in the front seat suddenly pulled out a knife and stabbed him several times. Now some people even wear chainmail under their shoes when they go to work!]

Don't panic if you encounter a mentally ill person. They generally won't have an episode if you don't provoke them. Oh, and if you see a teddy bear walking down the street, remember to tell them.

[You're just bragging. If you really encountered a mentally ill person, wouldn't you be calling the police right away? Why are you still chatting here?]

The drivers expressed their doubts.

The driver was also a bit slow to realize what was happening.

I should have called the police.

But wait a minute.

He didn't do anything wrong, he didn't hurt himself, he was just sitting here quietly, so why call the police?

We can't just arrest him because he's mentally ill, can we?

There are countless people in this world who need to be arrested.

He continued driving, chatting casually with Lu Ban.

"We've arrived. Please take your belongings and get on or off the bus through the right-hand door."

When the car arrived at the entrance of Jiangcheng Mental Hospital, the driver said something.

"thank you."

Lu Ban picked up his backpack.

"You drove very well. I hope I can ride in your car again next time."

"That's not necessarily true..."

The driver forced a smile.

He got out of the car, and just as he was about to close the door, he called out to the car again.

"Amber, we've arrived. We can get off now."

"..."

The driver stared blankly as Lu Ban spoke to the air in the back seat.

After Lu Ban closed the car door, the driver took a serious look at his back seat. Looking at the empty seat, he felt a chill run down his spine.

The driver didn't rush to leave. Instead, he stared intently at Lu Ban, and only turned away when he saw that Lu Ban had indeed entered the mental hospital and was chatting and laughing with a person dressed as a doctor, and they disappeared from sight together.

"You're kidding..."

The driver muttered to himself as he started searching for the contact information of the nearest feng shui master on WeChat.

In a consultation room at Jiangcheng Mental Hospital, Lu Ban sat opposite Dr. Hao.

"Director Lu, we have arranged a quiet ward for you, so you won't be disturbed by other patients."

Dr. Hao said with a gentle smile.

"No need for that, Dr. Hao. What I meant by resting was that I wanted to chat with the patients, have a heart-to-heart talk, and maybe gather some information. Who knows, I might even be able to help you treat a few people."

Lu Ban waved his hand.

"Ah, this..."

Dr. Hao was somewhat uneasy.

Is Lu Ban going to end up fooling all his patients and having them all fly out of the asylum together?

"It's okay, I'm quite confident in my physical strength, they shouldn't be able to beat me."

Lu Ban raised one hand, showing off his muscles.

"Then... that's fine."

Helpless, Dr. Hao moved Lu Ban's ward to the intensive care unit.