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Master, wake up quickly.

"Ho—"

An ethereal female voice seemed to be absent, and Li Ang took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

Unknown ceiling.

Where is this?

He quickly looked around and found that he was lying on the bed in a rather strange room.

The nearly three-meter-high ceiling, which cannot be reached by jumping, is inlaid with box-shaped LED light strips, and surveillance cameras are installed in the corners.

The room is about 20 square meters, and the four walls, the floor, the door, including the railings at the head and tail of the bed where he is lying, are all wrapped with a layer of sponge covered with white fiber cloth.

The most important thing is that I am wearing a special prison uniform, with my arms crossed in front of my body, and the gloves on my ten fingers are tightly sewn together with the clothes, making it difficult to break free.

There is also a plastic mask in the mouth, which is against the joints of the teeth, making it impossible to close the mouth.

Here is the mental hospital?

Li Ang shook his head violently to wake up his bewildered brain a little bit, forcing himself to recall and think.

The last picture in his memory was clearly that he was sailing to the moon in a spaceship made of Weiyuan matter.

Why did you jump here suddenly?

Hum——

The surveillance camera in the corner of the ceiling noticed Li Ang's movements, turned around, and aimed at him.

Faintly, I could hear voices coming from outside the house, "Professor, he's awake!"

"The patient in room 37 is awake!"

Followed by a burst of intensive footsteps.

call!

The door opens, and the cold air from the corridor blows into the room,

Li Ang moved his body, tilted his neck, and looked at the few people who appeared at the door out of the corner of his eye.

There are two men and two women with round arms and round waists wearing masks, and an elegant and easy-going middle-aged man in a brown suit.

"you're awake."

The middle-aged man smiled gently, "The spirit is good."

You call this a good spirit?

Li Ang suppressed the urge to complain, took a deep breath through the plastic mask, and said vaguely, "Where is this? Who are you?"

"Jushan Sanatorium, my surname is Jun, you can call me Professor Jun."

The middle-aged man who claimed to be Professor Jun said: "I know you have a lot of doubts now, but please believe me, we have absolutely no malice towards you. Nurse, help me and take him to the psychological testing room."

Four nurses entered the room, grabbed the ropes tied to Li Ang's shoulders and feet, and lifted him from the bed.

Li Ang kept silent, held his breath, and called for the Weiyuan substance in his body.

invalid.

There was no response to the spiritual call, and no primordial matter was summoned.

how so?

Just as Li Ang was stunned, the four nurses had already carried him out of the room and put him on the trolley inclined to the ground. They were especially skilled at tying the rope on Li Ang's clothes to the trolley to prevent Li Ang from breaking free or falling.

Wheels.

The wheels turned slowly, and two nurses pushed the cart through the corridor. Professor Jun, who was following behind, took out his mobile phone and made a call with someone.

"Yes. Mr. Li, your son is awake. Okay, I will wait for you in the nursing home."

Li Ang had no time to monitor Professor Jun's cell phone. He lay on the trolley and looked around.

The floor of the corridor is covered with marble tiles. Through the glass on the left, one can see a large lawn and flower beds dotted with light bulbs.

On the other side of the flower bed, there is a Western-style Baroque building shrouded in the night.

There is a stone tablet in front of the gate, with the words [Jushan Sanatorium] written on it.

Are feelings really a sanatorium?

Li Ang felt extremely bewildered by the current situation. He was carried by a trolley, passed through a long and narrow corridor and a spacious dining hall, circled around in the corridor, and finally came to a study-style room.

There is a desk in the center of the room, and a chair in front of and behind the desk.

There are two tripods in the corner of the room. A camera is supported on each tripod.

Four nurses untied Li Ang from the trolley and pulled him to sit on the chair in front of the desk.

Professor Jun sat behind the desk. He reached out and turned on the two cameras, found a file from the drawer, raised his head after writing and drawing on it, and asked with a smile: "Next, I will ask some simple questions. Answer the question according to your intuition.

What day is it today? "

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Li Ang lowered his consciousness and tried to activate his thoughts, but there was also no response, "November 24."

"your name?"

"Leon."

"your age."

"twenty four."

Li Ang frowned, and from the corner of his eyes, he was always paying attention to the things in the room, collecting information, and planning an escape plan.

Professor Jun remained silent, and turned the small square mirror placed at the corner of the table to face Li Ang.

"Um?"

Li Ang cried out in astonishment, he was more than ten years younger in the mirror, and he was clearly still a middle school student.

"Your name is indeed Li Ang, but you are only fourteen years old this year, not twenty-four. Today is not November, but October."

Professor Jun said: "A year and a half ago, you were diagnosed with an extremely rare type of glioma, and you developed symptoms such as lethargy, headache, and vomiting.

The tumor grows very fast and is located deep,

Therefore, your parents, well-known entrepreneurs, followed the advice of the doctor team and chose the treatment plan of surgical resection combined with molecularly targeted new drugs.

The surgery went well, and you lived a normal life for ten months after that, and then the... abnormalities started to appear. "

After all, he clicked a few times on the tablet, turned the screen around, and played a video.

On the screen, Li Ang is wearing a black school uniform made of high-end fabrics, playing a fragment of Rachmaninoff's Second Piano Concerto on the piano with several classmates in a lecture hall of a private middle school.

The video angle is located at the back of the lecture theater, and you can see that in addition to the classmates, there are also teachers, parents, and maybe some leaders in the classroom.

Halfway through the music, Li Ang suddenly fell headlong on the piano, whimpering like a beast, his shoulders raised and twitching, and his forehead was constantly filled with piano keys.

The sudden situation startled everyone, the music teacher behind the desk subconsciously stepped forward, trying to hold Li Ang's forehead to prevent him from hurting himself.

Then he was elbowed back by Li Ang and knocked to the ground.

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Li Ang had a strange expression. On the screen, his eyes were bloodshot and he was so powerful that he smashed the piano with his fist, and he was still muttering something.

"This deity's magical skills are great hahahaha! No one in the world can stop me!"

"Blood food, this deity needs blood food!"

Li Ang covered his forehead, not because he was ashamed on the screen, but because this memory really appeared in his mind.

The video was interrupted at this point, and Professor Jun continued: "After inspection, there are no cancer cells left in your brain, but the risky use of molecularly targeted new drugs in the combination therapy has led to strange consequences-your brain is responsible for the storage of short-term memory The hippocampus, which functions like conversion and orientation, is highly active,

Even when sleeping, it is running rapidly.

External manifestations include severe auditory hallucinations, visual hallucinations, hallucinations, and memory disorders.

You claim to be able to see some otherworldly visions. "