Three Lives Stone.

The first two did not surprise us much, but the second one made us dumbfounded.

Three Lives Stone, Wannian Ridge!

These four people have been left in Anyong Village for a while, and the school was built on Wannianling. Yuan Zicheng must have heard of the rumors about Wannianling, so... so it is understandable that he knew the Three Lives Stone.

Now we can't wait to see Yuan Zicheng, so our steps are gradually increasing a lot.

"I want to remind you before you meet Yuan Zicheng." On the contrary, Dean Xia gradually heard it.

He looked at us with a serious expression.

"Director Xia, tell me." I politely stretched out my hand and asked Dean Xia to continue.

President Xia took a deep breath and told us seriously: "It's night now, so the Yuan Zicheng you saw is his second personality. We have been hurt by Yuan Zicheng's second personality more than once during clinical experiments. So after you see Yuan Zicheng, you must make a light voice and try not to make loud noises, so as not to disturb Yuan Zicheng."

"Director Xia, don't worry, we all know the severity of the matter. We will bear everything ourselves." Xia Hongbo should be worried that Yuan Zicheng would hurt us, so he expressed it in this tactful way.

Xia Hongbo nodded and stopped talking, and led us onwards.

When he reached the end of the basement, Xia Hongbo's feet stopped. He turned around and faced the last ward in the basement, his face became solemn.

We followed Xia Hongbo and turned to see the patients in the ward, but before we could see the patients, we were so surprised that we couldn't speak.

In order to stabilize the patient's mood, the walls in the mental hospital are very stylish, most of which are white or light yellow. However, the ward in front of us completely subverts the tradition of mental hospital decoration.

The first word that appears in our mind when we see this ward is ‘hell’.

This is a ward with completely different colors.

The walls around the ward were all painted black, and there were several ghosts with hideous faces interspersed in the pitch black.

The entire ward is like a demon hell, and it looks so weird under the yellow light bulb, making people involuntarily scared.

Our eyes slowly moved until the strong man opposite us stopped slowly.

A blood-red boulder was drawn on the strong opposite us.

The strong smell of blood came from the ward, and we all knew clearly that the blood-red boulder was drawn with blood.

I also know what the huge rock represents.

Three Lives Stone.

What Yuan Zicheng painted is nothing else! It is the underworld! It is hell!

It is the Three Lives Stone that stands in the underworld with thousands or even tens of thousands of years of legend!

Three Lives Stone, Three Lives Three Worlds.

I moved my eyes in shock and slowly recited the four words written on the huge rock.

"Go to the other side soon."

I took a deep breath and slowly moved my eyes down. The stone tablet I saw was a naked man with his upper body.

The man should be Yuan Zicheng, but he is not as energetic as in the photo at this moment.

He was naked and his upper body was dirty and dark. His body was slowly covered with scars. Judging from the size of the wound, it should have been scratched by his nails.

Some wounds have scars and become blood scabs, while others have new wounds, and blood is slowly left out.

Yuan Zicheng's hair was very sparse and his scalp was even more bloody. It is not difficult to imagine that he grabbed his hair one by one with his hands.

He seemed to have not finished painting this painting yet. He stood by the wall while standing on the bed, his arms slightly shaking, just blocking half of the complete stone tablet.

With Xia Hongbo's instructions, we dared not make any sound, and we stared at Yuan Zicheng who was slowly moving.

After waiting for a while, Yuan Zicheng suddenly stretched out his right hand and dipped it on his back.

Under the yellowing light, I clearly saw something tiny in Yuan Zicheng's hand, but because the distance was too far, I couldn't see it clearly.

I slowly walked forward two steps and leaned against the door and looked carefully at his hands.

The moment I saw what was in his hand, I took a breath and took a few steps back.

That...that's the finger!

Yuan Zicheng slowly rubbed his back with the little finger that had frozen blood, but the effect seemed not as he wanted.

He took the finger in front of him and looked at it, then slowly shook his head and stretched out his left hand and began to move on his back.

When he stretched out his left hand, I clearly saw the absence of his little finger on his left hand, but he didn't care at all, as if he couldn't feel the pain.

Yuan Zicheng slashed hard on his back with his left thumb. After about half a minute, we saw a crack in Yuan Zicheng's back, and then blood slowly flowed out of his back...

Yuan Zicheng seemed to be very satisfied with his actions. He stretched out his right hand again to fumble the broken little finger, which was stained with blood, and then continued to concentrate on painting the painting in front of him.

He did not scream in pain in the whole movement, and even the larger movements were not shown.

"Yuan Zicheng is not the most lethal to society, but he has the worst cause!" Xia Hongbo said firmly: "Yuan Zicheng came to our mental hospital to change the ward three times. Every time he made himself scarred and then used his own blood to draw. We used his new ward to stop him from changing it, but doing so was the greatest harm to Yuan Zicheng. He hurt himself again and painted with his own blood. This time... we finally didn't change him. It was because... he had nowhere to change it."

Yuan Zicheng's illness is more serious than we imagined. According to what Xia Hongbo said, he should have tried his best to describe the scene he saw to others, but no one believed him. After a long time, he gave up the description and instead used painting to let others see what he saw!

What he saw was...the underworld! Hell! Three Life Stone!

"You said before that Yuan Zicheng had a personality at night and a personality during the day, where is the main manifestation?" Although I asked Xia Hongbo, my eyes never left Yuan Zicheng from beginning to end.

I'm waiting for him to finish drawing.

Xia Hongbo sighed and said, "His personality during the day is crazy and nonsense, which has a slight harm to people and his brain is not clear. His personality at night is quiet, and he keeps telling others that there really exists in the underworld. The Three Lives Stone is not a rumor. He said he has seen it, he said he has seen ghosts and the Three Lives Stone. It has a great harm to people."

"Is this situation he came here or did it gradually worsen the cause of the disease?" Jiang Bing turned around and looked at Xia Hongbo.

Xia Hongbo replied: "When he came, he only talked nonsense, but gradually he became what he is now."

Just as he said, Yuan Zicheng, who was standing on the bed and drawing, suddenly stopped moving. Then he slowly walked off the bed, and then kept hindering his legs until he pushed to the iron door.

I was caught off guard by Yuan Zicheng's sudden movements and couldn't help but take two steps back. Zhao Jiyou, who was standing beside me, stepped forward and blocked Jiang Bing and stared at Yuan Zicheng.

Xia Hongbo slowly shook his head at Zhao Jiyou and signaled that Zhao Jiyou should be calm.

At this moment, Yuan Zicheng, who had retreated, no longer retreated, but knelt on the ground with a "thump".

Only then did we realize that Yuan Zicheng's painting had been finished, and the part that was originally blocked by his body now appeared in front of us.

It was a huge stone tablet with four words "Go to the other side early" written on the top of the stone tablet. The middle part of the stone tablet contained three big words.

Three Lives Stone.

The blood-red font is depicted by Yuan Zicheng's blood, and the blood stains on it have not dried up yet.

This ward, which seemed extremely terrifying to us, might be flawless in Yuan Zicheng's eyes.

Now I realize that this place... seems to be really like the underworld.

Yuan Zicheng, who was kneeling on the ground, knocked three poems at the stone tablet that was completely drawn with his blood. After about a minute, Yuan Zicheng slowly stood up.

He stood up and did not continue to study his paintings, but suddenly turned around and stared at us.

I thought Yuan Zicheng had been focusing on it, ignoring or not discovering our existence, but now I think it's wrong. He has always known our existence!

When my eyes touched Yuan Zicheng's face, the corners of my mouth couldn't help but twitched a few times.

His whole face was sallow and dry, and it was no longer described as a human face. His slowly opened mouth clearly showed that he had no teeth in his mouth.

Yuan Zicheng had blood in his mouth, but he had no teeth. It was not difficult for me to find out from the blood stains coming out of his gums that it was Yuan Zicheng who pulled his teeth off...

In contact with the painting of a wall, I think Yuan Zicheng treated his teeth as crayons. After he pulled out all his teeth, he focused on his fingers...

Yuan Zicheng opened his teeth and claws and screamed at us twice. He was speechless and speechless, and he was very vague. We didn't listen carefully to what he said.

After stopping his screams, Yuan Zicheng slowly walked forward, and his eyes were brightly watched the painting on the wall.

At this moment, I found that he was not watching, but appreciating.

Appreciate all this he created with an artistic perspective.

Yuan Zicheng's continuous walking along the wall made him feel deeply deficient and revised the parts that he felt were deeply deficient. He once again ignored all of us and regarded it as if we did not exist.

This is not a solution at all. We must ask Yuan Zicheng what happened that year.

It seems that among the four people, they can only place all their hopes on Yuan Zicheng.

I gave my thoughts to Xia Hongbo, but Xia Hongbo directly rejected our proposal.

"That's too dangerous!" Xia Hongbo said righteously: "Yuan Zicheng is now a key patient at the first level of our hospital. Although it has not caused any harm to the people of society, it is the most serious cause. I will never allow you to contact Yuan Zicheng alone."

"Yuan Zicheng is related to an old case. Now we have no other way. Several lives cannot be washed away because of that case. President Xia, you are a person of the Ming Dynasty and you also know our difficulties. Please help us once, and we will bear all the consequences." I turned around and looked at Xia Hongbo with great politeness.

Xia Hongbo sighed deeply and turned around with embarrassment, thinking deeply with his hands on his back.

Jiang Bing gave a look at Ang Lee, who was standing aside. Ang Lee understood what Jiang Bing meant, nodded, walked to Xia Hongbo and whispered a few words.

After a while, Xia Hongbo looked up at us unexpectedly, and then sighed helplessly: "You can go in, but you can only go in alone. If there are too many people, it is likely to cause unstable emotions in the patient. Also, don't use words to stimulate the patient after entering. Otherwise, the patient may be stimulated and worsened."

We looked at each other in three ways, thinking about who was going to go in.

"I'll go." Zhao Jiyou said in the lead.

I rolled my eyes helplessly and said, "It's better to save your IQ."

"How about I..." Jiang Bing was about to speak, but I grabbed his hand.

I looked up at Xia Hongbo and smiled meaningfully, "I went in. I am a forensic doctor. Although it has nothing to do with psychiatry, I still understand some common medical knowledge. I know the development and process of the case. It is perfect for me to go in."
Chapter completed!