"Civilian Ye Tingbai applied for mental evaluation."

Ye Tingbai stood in front of a rusty machine with a haggard expression, and then he inserted his ID card into the machine. Behind the machine was a hospital with a depressing atmosphere. It might be called a hospital, even though this place

It was crowded, but it was very quiet, as if everyone was mute.

[Ye Tingbai, a civilian, has a historical mental pollution level of 5%. The last mental evaluation was 23 days ago, which does not comply with normal procedures. Please give the reason why additional psychological evaluation is needed]

"I feel like I'm mentally disturbed."

The machine stalled for a few seconds, and even the crowd who heard this looked towards him in surprise, as if they were infected by fear. Everyone stayed away and walked around him.

[Please confirm, the reason is mental disorder]

Ye Tingbai chose to confirm with an expressionless face, and then a man in armor walked out of the hospital and came behind Ye Tingbai. He had a weapon in his hand and the gun was pointed at him. Ye Tingbai was led by him

Then we arrived at the second floor.

During this period, the two of them did not communicate at all, because Ye Tingbai knew that there was no need to communicate. The person behind him was not a human at all, just a weapon, a cold machine that could only fight. If Ye Tingbai made any extreme move, he would be punished without mercy.

Kill without hesitation.

Second floor, mental pollution measurement room (advanced)

Ye Tingbai pushed the door open alone. There was a middle-aged man with messy hair in the room. His mouth was full of stubble and he looked a little unkempt. He was lying on his sofa chair, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper.

Very laid back.

The middle-aged man pointed to the machine next to Ye Tingbai, his eyes never leaving the newspaper, and said casually.

"If you know how to use it, test it yourself."

Although it was Ye Tingbai's first time in this room, he often used similar machines and was quite familiar with them. He put his finger into a small hole and felt a stinging pain.

The first step is to take blood.

The mechanical report sounded again, but this time it was much more detailed.

[Ye Tingbai is a civilian, has no bad records, is a journalist by profession, has a good reputation as a person, and the possibility of mental pollution is: extremely low]

[Current life situation, I asked for leave ten days ago to go home and rest, but have not returned to work so far, so it is judged to be abnormal]

[A mental pollution test will be conducted soon, please exercise restraint as much as possible]

Then a metal cover completely surrounded him, and Ye Tingbai frowned as if he was about to be executed.

Five minutes later, Ye Tingbai's face turned pale, and he looked like he had just come out of the water. He held on to the wall and walked out of the machine tremblingly.

[The measurement is successful, congratulations, your mental pollution degree is 0]

"0, how is it possible that it has actually decreased?"

Even the middle-aged man behind Ye Tingbai raised his head in surprise when he heard the result. It is rare to see a mental pollution level of 0 these days, especially according to records, his mental pollution level dropped from 5 within a month.

When it reaches 0, this is a bit weird.

The middle-aged man straightened up, as if he was interested in him, looked at Ye Tingbai, and then looked down at the computer in front of him.

"Ye Tingbai, the reason for applying for additional psychological evaluation is that you feel mentally abnormal. Why do you feel that you are mentally abnormal?"

Ye Tingbai sat in front of the middle-aged man and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"I discovered another me. He is controlling my life and can even talk to me. It has been more than ten days. I have been pushed to the point of collapse by him."

"It is recorded here that you once sought medical treatment in an underground psychological clinic. He diagnosed you with split personality and prescribed you special medicine. Doesn't it work?"

When Ye Tingbai heard this, his pupils shrank slightly, as if he was a little scared.

"I'm going to the underground clinic..."

The middle-aged man was also very observant and immediately interrupted and said: "Relax, our place has nothing to do with the tribunal. Even if you kill someone, you can rest assured that I am only responsible for your spirit here."

"I took that medicine and it had severe side effects, but it didn't affect him at all."

"Have you ever considered that it's all hallucinations, some special kind of hysteria, and in fact there is no other you at all?"

Ye Tingbai had long been accustomed to hearing this kind of doubt. The doctor didn't believe it when he was in the underground clinic. In the end, Ye Tingbai had no choice but to install a camera in his room and monitor it 24 hours a day in order to obtain some key information.

evidence.

Ye Tingbai took out his cell phone and handed it to the middle-aged man.

The time in the video was late at night. Ye Tingbai was lying on the bed, breathing very lightly, and seemed to be sleeping soundly. But suddenly, he opened his eyes. It was not like a person waking up and opening his eyes slowly, but

His eyes suddenly opened wide.

He sat up, stretched out his right hand and turned it over in front of his eyes. What happened next was even more horrifying. Ye Tingbai rotated his right hand 180 degrees. The sound of bone dislocation could be clearly heard in the video.

His wrist was swelling at a visible rate.

He seemed to have had enough fun and broke his wrist back again.

There are three similar videos. Each time, Ye Tingbai would be controlled by another self in his sleep and do some unbelievable things.

Ye Tingbai stretched out his right hand towards the middle-aged man.

"The important thing is that my hand was intact and uninjured the next day."

The old man's expression had changed and he was no longer as casual as before. He grabbed Ye Tingbai's right hand and looked at it several times to make sure it was not injured, and then applied for the video authenticity test on the computer.

"This should be an ability only possessed by highly alienated people, but why is your mental pollution level 0?"

Mental pollution is something that everyone in this world is afraid of. This concept has existed for hundreds of years. The explanation in the textbook is: there is a special source of pollution in the world. We live in this space and can easily be polluted. Once mental pollution

If it is too high, people will be alienated and become inhuman monsters, and these monsters will be hunted ruthlessly.

The middle-aged man handed Ye Tingbai a business card with only one name and phone number on it. His name was Si Youxu.

"I have never seen your situation before. Generally, even ordinary mental illnesses are accompanied by mental pollution, but you are 0. You may not understand the concept of 0. Only a newborn child can be 0. Mental pollution

The pollution may be very low, but it will never be 0.”

Ye Tingbai was a little confused. Was his illness a bit serious?

Si Youxu wrote another address to Ye Tingbai, Room 202, third floor, Jinxiao Building in the south of the city. Seeing this address, Ye Tingbai said subconsciously.

"The ghost tower in the south of the city?"

"You actually know this place?"

Ye Tingbai: "You also know that I am a reporter, so I will definitely know more things."

Ye Tingbai is not an ordinary reporter, he is more like a person who writes novels and makes up stories. His job is to write stories for the gossip in Jinnan Weekly. The content must be both true and false. If it is too false, he will be scolded.
Chapter completed!