Chapter 267: Reality

Su Yang sent a car from the Heresy Bureau to take Bai Liu to the sanatorium, and made prior arrangements with the head of the sanatorium, who quickly met Bai Liu upon their arrival and led him inside.

The sanatorium is a bit old, but the decoration and greenery is not very bad, four buildings surrounded by a well-tended garden in the center, the building affixed to the most secluded corner of the building to repair some high-grade, the side of the front door is also based on a strip of small ponds, lotus swimming fish have, look at the conditions than the other buildings are a bit better.

"The patients in 906 live in the far building."

The head of the sanatorium leads Bai Liu through the small garden, walking briskly as he explains, "There are two hospitals in the neighborhood that we work with, and the hospital rooms are often insufficient, and they are not comfortable or spacious."

"Some well-off patients who don't want to stay in a ward can transfer themselves to our sanatorium here if they are willing to pay for sanatorium accommodations."

"That's how the patient in 906 was transferred."

The head of the sanatorium said, "This patient's doctor told me that the patient's illness was not considered an emergency situation, that no organic lesions had occurred, and that it was purely a matter of his own psychology."

"The doctor said that the patient rejected what happened a week ago, rejected the previous memories, that's why he didn't want to remember, and that the medication played a more limited role for the patient, and that he needed to heal his body and mind over a long period of time and recover slowly in a more relaxed environment, so he referred him to us."

Said the head honcho with a complicated look tilted his head at the building, which was hidden in the trees:

"But for this patient, it's probably a blessing to be able to forget everything."

Bai Liu looked at the person in charge: "Long-term convalescence in such a place requires a lot of expenses, right? Who paid for him?"

"Himself." The chief replied, "Patient 906's parents and family are gone, and he inherited a large estate, enough to keep him with us for decades."

"He has a bank card that is dedicated to paying our expenses here, and we just transfer money on it every month."

"And it seems like he's got some kind of business of his own, I don't know what exactly, like online games or something, and there's quite a bit of money coming into the bank every week, but when asked where the money is coming from, the 906 patient himself is confused and says he doesn't remember."

The director explained, "Because this patient could only remember what happened during the week, where the money came from last week was never clear to him."

Bai Liu nodded understandingly.

Once a week, a frequency that's obviously Du Sanying's transfer of points won in the game into his household.

The person in charge took Bai Liu and they got on the elevator, "Because this patient is very panicked and scared of his surroundings due to his memory being only a week old and his cognitive level being questionable, I hope that you will remain quiet and friendly when you see him, so you don't frighten him too much."

The elevator reached the ninth floor, and the person in charge led Bai Liu's group through the corridor, around the corner, and stopped in front of the door to room 906.

From the door came a strangely accented tongue-flicking cry, "Someone's coming! Someone's coming!"

Mu Sicheng wondered, "Is this ...... a bird call?"

"Oh! I almost forgot!" The person in charge slapped his head before opening the door, turned to Bai Liu apologetically and said, "I forgot to tell you that the patient in 906 has a parrot."

"???" Mu Sicheng's head was full of question marks, "What's he doing with a parrot?!"

The person in charge said, "The patient in 906, since he only has a one-week memory, he wants to record what he did a week ago from time to time, but on the side of the sanatorium, in order to avoid the patients from hurting themselves, they are not supplied with sharp objects for psychiatric patients, so we can't provide him with a pen."

"Then he got a parrot to teach it to say key words, by way of reminding himself of what he had done a week earlier."

Mu Sicheng was very confused: "Don't you provide electronic devices? Like a cell phone or something? Let him use his cell phone to write down memos."

"We offer." The man in charge spread his hands, "But this patient will forget his boot code after a week and won't remember any of the information."

Mu Sicheng: "......"

The person in charge was helpless: "We are a professional nursing home here, we are not allowed to help patients record any information about their passwords, this is suspected of invasion of privacy."

"And with a violent boot, all the raw data inside the cell phone disappears, and we've suggested devices such as voice recorders, electronic drawing pads, and so on, but the patient in 906's amnesia has also become less cognizant of his own voice and drawings, and he can't believe that these are the same ones that he jotted down a week ago."

"Patients trust their pets more than these electronic devices."

The director sighed: "Originally, we were not allowed to have a parrot either, but after asking the doctor, who felt that having a pet might improve his cognitive situation, we finally had to agree."

"But the parrot wasn't kept indoors, it was hanging outside on the balcony, so it was okay."

When the person in charge finished, he knocked softly on the door, "May I come in, please?"

It was quiet inside for a long time before the parrot's peculiar and polite reply came, "Come in."

The man in charge pushed open the door, the balcony windows in the empty ward were open, the screens fluttered, the parrot stood haughtily on one foot on a single bar, but there was no one on the bed or in the open toilet.

Mu Sicheng spun his head around four times, "????? Where is everyone?!"

Both Bai Liu and Liu Jiayi's eyes rested on the edge of the bed.

The man in charge sighed habitually, then crouched down to look under the bed and said softly, "-- Mr. Du Sanying, don't be afraid, we're not bad people, we're just here to see you."

Mu Sicheng bent down incredulously, just as he suspected, Du Sanying was hiding under the bed!

The scrawny boy was cowering in the corner clutching his bedding and pillow, half his face blocked from view, his knees bent insecurely to his chest, only one eye peeking out warily from the edge of the quilt, his glasses shrugged up to his eyebrows.

"I don't know you guys." Du Sanying said in a small voice.

He shrank in a little more, and it was clear he wasn't going to come out easily.

The man in charge slapped his forehead with a headache.

Bai Liu bowed, "Trouble, can you give us a moment with him?"

The man in charge nodded hopelessly, "- Call me if you need anything, don't scare him too much, he should have just had his memory cleared recently."

After the person in charge left, Mu Sicheng's eyes lit up, his sleeves were pushed up, and he tried to pull Du Sanying out.

Mu Sicheng still remembered Du Sanying's revenge when he used his unreasonable luck to crush him, robbing him of a lot of loot and always pretending to be innocent in front of him!

Although I think this guy is also quite miserable, but since he has put on this pitiful and begging to be bullied look, if I don't do something about it, Mu Sicheng feels sorry for himself!

As soon as Mu Sicheng's hand reached the bottom of the bed, Du Sanying let out a shocked "ah", and the bed collapsed, collapsing at one corner, and the broken shelf was right on top of Mu Sicheng's hand.

The IV stand next to the bed tipped over and was about to be plunged into Mu Sicheng's throat.

Tang Er hits the eye and stabilizes the frame.

Mu Sicheng screamed in agony and ripped his hand back quickly, huffing and puffing as he jumped to his feet and blew on his smashed palm.

He looked in horror at the barred bed that had suddenly broken, "Can this Damn it break too?!"

Liu Jiayi showed pity: "Du Sanying is 100% lucky, do you think you can forcefully rip such a person out from under the bed?"

She looked over at the bed, "As long as he doesn't want to come out himself, even if an earthquake buries us all today, Du Sanying will be the one who's fine staying safely under the bed."

Mu Sicheng shook his smashed, red and swollen hand breathlessly, "Then you didn't tell me earlier?"

Liu Jiayi squinted at him, "It's always necessary to verify, see you're quite active."

Mu Sicheng: "......"

There's no such thing as a smart person.

Bai Liu crouched down, his hands resting on his knees, leveling his eyes with the terrified Du Sanying at the bottom of the bed, then after a slight pause, he gripped the bedrail without hesitation and leaned down to get in.

"!!!" Du Sanying was so scared that he frantically stomped his legs to hide in the bed, screaming, "Don't you come any closer! You'll get hurt!"

Bai Liu laid down peacefully next to him and looked at Du Sanying with a sideways smile, "So you hide under the bed and don't see anyone, not out of cowardice, but because you're afraid of getting hurt by anyone who gets close to you, is that right?"

Du Sanying stared blankly into Bai Liu's black eyes, he slowly loosened the thick quilt wrapped around himself, as if he was shocked by something beyond his own common sense, incredulously looking Bai Liu up and down, stuttering:

"...... you, you're okay?!"

Bai Liu extended his hand in a friendly manner, "Perhaps I should say it's a first time, Bai Liu."

"- A gamer you met once."

Du Sanying stared blankly at Bai Liu for a while, and seemed to be sure that Bai Liu really wouldn't be hurt by being close to him before tentatively reaching out a finger and tapping the palm of Bai Liu's hand very gently before withdrawing it and replying in a low voice:

"...... I'm told my name is Du Ying, and that's what the patient sign at my bedside says."

Instead of withdrawing his hand, Bai Liu turned his entire body around to face Du Sanying and moved a little closer to him, smiling gently and whispering, "You helped me once, can we go outside and talk?"

Du Sanying looked at Bai Liu for a long time, seemingly sure that nothing would really happen to this person close to him, before hesitantly placing his hand on Bai Liu's palm.

"Okay, okay."

Bai Liu followed the force of Du Sanying's hand into his palm and pulled it outward, pushing away the bed that had collapsed and pulling Du Sanying out from under the bed directly.

When he came out, Du Sanying subconsciously pulled away from Bai Liu, he turned his face away uncomfortably, clasped his hands tightly to his chest, arched his back and shrunk his head, his whole body was in a tense posture that was very resistant to the outside world.

At first glance, it's been quite some time since I've interacted with anyone.

Bai Liu pulled away from him submissively, stepping back to a position where Du Sanying wasn't as restrained, and spoke, "This isn't the first time we've met, but I don't think you'll remember me, we met in a game, and you helped me out quite a bit."

Du Sanying turned his head to face Bai Liu squarely, and he rounded his eyes in surprise, "...... me, help you?"

Bai Liu smiled slightly, "Yes, you did me a huge favor and I'm here to ask for your help this time as well."

"And I hope you'll lend a hand, seeing as we used to be friends."

Du Sanying's eyes glazed over, "...... You're my friend?"

"Of course." Bai Liu lightly molded an identity for himself as he looked at Du Sanying seemingly nostalgically and smiled lightly, "--If you hadn't forgotten about me in the first place and ignored me, I would have chased after you all the way through the game."

Bai Liu dropped his eyes as if forlorn and sighed regretfully, "Unfortunately, you forgot about me after a pleasant game and never had the chance to meet again."

"We had a chance to be soul mates."

Mu Sicheng : "Pfft!!!"

GodTM Soul Best Friend!

Is that the kind of best friend that you take even the other person's soul?

Du Sanying was so sorry that he had forgotten his soul-best friend that he unclasped his hands from his chest and wiped them against the seam of his hospital gown pants, stealing a glance at Bai Liu.

"I'm sorry ......" Du Sanying's face turned a little red with shame, "Bai Liu, I forgot about you, I don't even remember what game we played... ..."

The parrot on the balcony heard a certain key word and, like a repeater doll with a triggered switch, blew up and vigorously waved its wings, flicking its tongue in a high pitched voice and squawking, "Bai Liu, Bai Liu, bad guy, bad guy, encounter, run! Run!"

Du Sanying: "......"

Bai Liu: "......"

Tang Er typed: "......"

Liu Jiayi: "......"

Mu Sicheng : "Pfft...!!!"