Chapter 40 Diary of a New Madman (1)

May 29 I found myself lying on a bed, and all the old things were no longer recognized.My textbooks are still beside me, but the room is no longer the one I am familiar with. I am in a place similar to a ward filled with white.Where am I?I'm afraid, terribly afraid.Even his eyes were dizzy. When he opened the door, he saw a corridor outside. , People who left were all wearing hospital gowns. When I saw myself, I was also wearing a hospital gown with the number 20 printed on it.What is this place? On May 30th, I finally knew that this was a building with many, many floors. Countless people in hospital gowns closed their eyes, chanting "Tao Kao Kao Fen Fen Fen", and followed the flow of people upstairs while talking. Walk.I walked carefully into the crowd, no one paid attention to me, they all walked forward without squinting, like a ghost walking out of a cemetery in the middle of the night, without even a trace of popularity.There were a few tall leaders in front of the crowd, all of them had no faces, their faces were not clear, each of them was holding a whip, and if someone was slighted, he would whip it hard.

I looked around in bewilderment, and found that these people were being led up a long corridor, and no one had entered the countless rooms on both sides.Some rooms were marked with "Literature" and some with "Music". People often tried to touch the door, but they were immediately whipped away by the team leader.When I came to the door of the room, I tried to open the door while the leader was not paying attention, but found that it was locked and sealed with many seals, and the seal said: never enter. But what is this place, why is it so strange?Where are these people going?

The lights in the corridor were terribly dim, and I was also terribly frightened.At this time, a tall, faceless man dragged me up and brought me into a room called the contract room.The contract room was frighteningly large, but the equipment was also frighteningly sparse. There was only one table, and a man was sitting beside the table. The face is covered. "So," Humpty Humpty said, his eyes sparkling, "then you're going to join this team?" "What team?" I didn't even know anything about it. "Crap, these people are nuts, our goal is to get them to the top of this building—the 12th floor!"

It turns out that this is a madhouse! My mind is almost dizzy, how could this be? !Am I crazy too? May 31 The fat man smiled until his eyes disappeared, "I'm nervous, aren't you? It's not scary to be a lunatic, we'll cure you." "Why didn't I know I was a lunatic?" I tried to stay calm. "No one believes that they are crazy!" The fat man laughed even harder. "Come on! Get treatment! You just need to sign here." Saying this, the fat man took out a piece of paper, which was the contract. "I'm sorry, I'm not sick." I stood up, ready to leave here quickly.

But that seemed impossible, the fat man's tongue became abnormally long, and he tied me tightly, while he himself wrote my name on the contract with a pen.The fat man pulled his tongue out of me, "Why do you resist?" He said with a smile on his face, "Don't you want to get out of the madhouse as soon as possible? You can get out as soon as you reach the 12th floor. You have to face it like this!" I His face suddenly changed color, and he suddenly found that his mouth was a little stiff, he was already unable to speak, and his tongue became stiff. "Let's go! Let me go up to the 12th floor!" I said weakly.

"That's right!" The fat man seemed very excited. He rubbed his hands and said to the faceless man, "You can take him away." So, I was pushed back into the crowded and cold crowd. May 32 I followed the faceless man, and after a while, he handed me over to the ward manager.It was a short old man. He did have a face, but the outline was not very clear. His voice was very deep, but he was more sickly than those patients.Walking waddled, like a duck.I calmed down my mood, and kept my vocal cords from trembling too aggressively. I asked, "What is a machine, and what is the relationship between man and machine?"

He said: "The machine has no mind. Because it has no life, it can always maintain vitality and continue to do something without feeling tired." I listened to his voice—it was an indifferent dead stone, like A piece of ice made me feel cold all over.I wasn't afraid, but there was obvious nervousness everywhere.