Me? The director of the Asylum of All Heavens!

Chapter 61 Welcome to the Hospital
"Huh, that's weird?"

"Why don't you wake up?"

"Hey, wake up!"

"I told you to wake up!"

……

Tick ​​tock, tick tock...

The unfastened faucet made a gurgling sound, hitting the white wall of the sink rhythmically.

The cold touch on his face awakened his consciousness. Lin Zizhi suddenly opened his eyes and saw a half-length mirror in front of the bathroom sink.

Strange, what happened to me? Where am I?

With slightly blurred vision, Lin Zizhi saw himself in the mirror.

The black hair that had not been taken care of for a long time was splashed with water and stuck to the forehead. The corners of the classic phoenix eyes were raised, and the deep and sharp black eyes were full of fatigue and haggardness.

I almost forgot that I am shortsighted. Wait, this is the image in my memory! A person of pure Chinese descent!

"Where's Harley? Where's Lloyd? Where's Jinx? Is this the mental hospital that can travel through the world?"

Lin Zizhi's lifeless eyes suddenly widened. He picked up the gold-rimmed glasses on the sink, took a few steps back, and looked at himself in the mirror in disbelief.

"The prescription of these glasses seems to be a little off. It's been a long time since I last got new glasses."

Lin Zizhi narrowed his eyes slightly, but still saw himself clearly in the mirror.

He has a handsome face, cold eyes and brows, and the white doctor's coat outlines his tall figure. He has dark circles under his eyes from often staying up late.

Maybe there was something wrong with the prescription of his glasses, he couldn't see the nameplate information on the white coat clearly.

Lin Zizhi moved closer to the mirror and carefully checked the details of his appearance. He had double eyelids, with the right eye being outer and the left eye being inner. From a distance it looked like one was double eyelid and the other was single eyelid. There was also a teardrop mole under his left eye.

This is really the image in his memory!
"I'm back? Or am I dreaming again?" Lin Zizhi exclaimed in disbelief. He patted his face to make sure he was not dreaming.

Is this... the hospital bathroom?
Lin Zizhi looked at the surrounding environment, which gradually overlapped with the scene in his memory.

If this is the real world, what exactly is my experience during this period? A dream? A hallucination?
Oh no, has my mental problem become so serious that I can’t distinguish between reality and dreams?

No, no, no, my experience in Zaun might be real, but I signed a contract with Jinx, so I returned to my original world with the help of a mental hospital that can travel through worlds.

He wiped the water off his face, turned off the tap, opened the door and walked out impatiently. He did not notice a pair of leather shoes vaguely exposed under the door of a toilet cubicle.

Unlike the eerie and scary mental hospitals that people imagine, the hospital is lit with soft warm light, and the white walls are decorated with some calming avocado green.

For example, the door, window frames and door frames of the ward are all avocado green.

There are also some brown wood anti-collision handrails on the wall, which can not only prevent collisions but also provide support for patients with limited mobility.

Lin Zizhi confirmed that this was the hospital in his memory and walked in the hospital corridor with ease.

The surveillance camera on the ceiling was tracking his figure with a red light on.

He raised his head as if he sensed something, looked at the surveillance camera and couldn't help but smile brightly.

Regardless of whether those experiences were false hallucinations or real time travel, it is undoubtedly a happy thing to confirm that you have returned to the real world.

He couldn't wait to meet his colleagues in the real world. Although he couldn't remember their appearance at all, meeting someone he knew would definitely help him recall his real life experiences.

At this moment, in the monitoring room, the security guard who was slacking off and eating instant noodles saw this scene, sat up straight, took out his walkie-talkie and said something.

Lin Zizhi followed the route in his memory and walked inside the mental hospital. Suddenly, he saw a locked metal fence door. This kind of door is usually not placed in the general ward area.

"Strange, am I in the closed ward area? All the people living here are dangerous mental patients. Is it my turn to be on duty and patrol the ward today?"

Suddenly, there was an electric noise in my ears.

Lin Zizhi lowered his head and fumbled in the pocket of his white coat, trying to find if he had any keys or ID card, but he only pulled out an old-fashioned flip phone.

Just when he was about to turn on his phone, he suddenly saw the security guard in front of him.

"Great, open the door for me. I seem to have forgotten my keys."

The security guard stared at Lin Zizhi, picked up the intercom and said something, then carefully opened the gate.

"The 13th episode of Dangerous Patients Escapes!"

Japanese? But I think I can understand it. The critical patient of No. 13 escaped? This is really bad news. I am still in the closed ward area. I am so lucky that I didn't run into him!

Damn it, I don’t even remember who Patient 13 is.

"Thank you so much, it's great that you can help me open the door. I don't know why I am here..." Lin Zizhi spoke Japanese fluently. Just as he was daydreaming, the security guard at the door pushed him to the ground.

"I have taken control of Chinese patient No. 13, Anonymous. Send a nurse to give him a sedative! Also, he is wearing Dr. Nagato's white coat. Send someone to search the closed ward area and find Dr. Nagato to confirm whether he has been killed. Damn it! I said that such dangerous murderers should not be locked up in a mental hospital. Prison is where they should go!"

The security guard was just an ordinary man, but he was strong enough to firmly twist Lin Zizhi's arms and pin him to the ground. One of the legs of Lin Zizhi's gold-rimmed glasses was broken.

"Me? A dangerous patient? A murderer?" Lin Zizhi's mind was a mess. He had no idea what was going on.

Could it be that even the reality that I am a psychiatrist is just a fantasy?

"Let me go! I'm a doctor! I'm a psychiatrist! I'm not a patient! My name is Lin Zizhi! There must be something wrong!"

Lin Zizhi struggled, but he had lost the great power of the glimmer he had gained in Zaun. Even if he was angry, he could not break free from the security guards.

At most, he twisted his body and threw the security guard aside, turning himself halfway.

He clearly saw the name tag on the white coat - "Nagato Kenyu"

No, that's not my name! No, that's not my clothes!
Who am I? Where am I?

While Lin Zizhi was in a trance, more security guards rushed up and held down his limbs.

"Quick! Nurse, inject the sedative!" the security guards shouted.

A nurse on duty ran over quickly with a syringe of sedative. She flicked the syringe to squeeze out the remaining air, and with the help of the security guards, injected the needle into Lin Zizhi's arm.

"I'm not a murderer! I'm not a murderer! I..."

Lin Zizhi struggled and roared in Japanese.

"I am Lin Zizhi... not a murderer. Could it be another personality? No, Lin Yuchao is not a murderer either, unless it is Lin Benzhou..."

Lin Zizhi's eyelids became heavy, his struggles became less and less powerful, his consciousness became increasingly blurred, and he gradually fell into a deep sleep.

(End of this chapter)