Chapter 2534: Chapter 1695: Tangled Mess (Let’s Play Musou First These Two Days)_2

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from behind them.

"Hey, ladies, over here, come quickly! The child doesn’t have much time left!"

Hearing the voice, the three turned their heads and saw someone standing at a door down the corridor through the recreation room, waving at them through the iron window. Out of curiosity, the three went over.

"I can’t say too much to you."

In the room was a thin, bearded old man, wearing patient clothes and trembling all over.

"I don’t know why you’re here, but I hope you can help us call the police."

"Call the police?"

"Yes, actually... "

The bearded old man hesitated for a moment, lowering his voice.

"We are the actual staff of this hospital, but we have been locked up! The person now entertaining you is not Director Yamamoto, I am the real Director Yamamoto!"

"Eh?"

Needless to say, upon hearing this, Chitanda and Banai were both dumbfounded.

"But isn’t Director Yamamoto... "

"I am the real Director Yamamoto! That impostor was originally my patient! After locking us up, he found several patients to replace us and become the staff here! Listen, you must leave here immediately, otherwise... "

"Oh, you’re talking nonsense again, Mr. Hashimoto."

However, before the bearded old man could finish speaking, Director Yamamoto’s voice interrupted him. They turned around to see Director Yamamoto in a white coat standing not far behind them, hands behind his back, smiling as he watched the scene unfold.

"Please don’t be deceived by him, ladies, this patient is delusional. He always likes to imagine himself as various people and then accuses others of being impostors, claiming he is the real one, even attacking those impostors. His family had to send him here because they couldn’t handle him any longer."

"That clearly describes you! Hashimoto!"

The bearded old man angrily pointed at Director Yamamoto.

"Wake up, no matter how much you mimic, you can’t become me! You are just a patient!"

"No, I’m not a patient, Mr. Hashimoto. If you continue like this, you won’t be able to cure your illness."

Having said that, Director Yamamoto looked at Chitanda again.

"Sorry, there was a little accident, let’s go out and discuss it."

"Ah, okay... "

By now, Chitanda and Banai were already mentally overwhelmed, only able to nod blankly as they followed Director Yamamoto back to the reception room.

"Sorry, you had to see something unpleasant, but some mental patients are like this, and it’s hard for us to handle."

"May I ask what exactly is going on with that lady?"

Banai curiously asked.

"She claims she’s not crazy, and indeed she appears no different from a normal person."

"Indeed so."

Director Yamamoto nodded.

"The lady is very charming, rational, and thoughtful, dialogues without issues. In every respect, she seems normal, except for one thing."

As he spoke, Director Yamamoto pointed to his head.

"She believes she is only sixteen years old now."

"???"

Hearing this, the two were even more puzzled, as the lady looked well over thirty.

She thinks she’s only sixteen?

"Is there something wrong with that?"

"Certainly, think about it, if you were a sixteen-year-old girl and went home to find you have two children who are also sixteen, as well as a thirty-year-old husband, what would you think?"

"This... "

"That’s why she was sent here. She can’t recognize her husband and children because the sixteen-year-old her wouldn’t have memories of them. Her parents have long passed away from illness, so the lady insists she is sixteen... "

"But in that case, couldn’t she just look in a mirror to understand?"

Banai asked skeptically, as even if one believes they’re sixteen, their thirty-something appearance wouldn’t change.

"Her family tried that, but upon seeing the mirror, she smashed it and thought her family was trying to harm her, even injuring her child with a kitchen knife."

"... "

"I understand your skepticism, miss, but just as all criminals claim to be innocent, many mad individuals insist they’re sane. Hence, working in our field is very challenging; we can’t believe what patients describe, nor can we trust our own eyes — because even what you see might not be real."

"Knock, knock."

Just then, there was a knock on the reception room door, and a nurse entered. She glanced at Director Yamamoto and spoke up.

"Sorry, doctor, there are some matters that require your attention."

"Alright."

Director Yamamoto stood up and nodded at the three with a smile.

"Apologies, it seems there are some matters I need to attend to. You three can continue to wait here; once your driver arrives, you can leave."

Saying that, Director Yamamoto left the reception room with the nurse, leaving the three looking at each other.

"I have a headache... "

Banai pressed her head with a look of resignation.

"Me too, I’m not sure who is actually telling the truth."

Chitanda also looked conflicted. Logically speaking, they shouldn’t take a mental patient’s words seriously. However, the three are from the future, knowing a terrifying chaos will soon unfold, and the mental hospital will be burned down. So the question arises, is the one locked in the ward truly Director Yamamoto or the patient Hashimoto?

"Xiao Ai, what do you think?"

"I’ll lie down and see."

Duanmu Huai lay on the sofa, waving dismissively.

"Does it matter? No, none of it matters."

"Really?"

"Of course, remember, no matter what, they’re already dead, completely and utterly deceased."

Duanmu Huai made an accordion-playing gesture with his hands. No matter who was right, Duanmu Huai didn’t want to care, or in his way, capturing both sides as madmen would solve everything straightforwardly.

"Therefore, debating who is the patient and who is the doctor is meaningless. In fact, if they wanted, they could easily lock us up as mental patients too."

"What?"

Hearing this, Chitanda and Banai couldn’t help themselves.

"Why? We aren’t crazy!" 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Who can prove that?"

Duanmu Huai yawned.

"Like that woman, what you know is only what the doctor told you; whether it’s true or fabricated, who knows? Psychiatry is inherently a very complex discipline, and for the average person, mental illness... Can you figure out what it actually is?"

"... "

The two exchanged a glance and shook their heads.

"Exactly, for most people, they cannot accurately determine what mental illness truly is. Unlike a cold or fever where checking a temperature can solve it, determining whether you’re mentally ill is not up to you, but the doctor."

"Ugh... it sounds terrifying."

Hearing this, Banai trembled slightly.

She considered herself a very normal person, yet at a hospital, whether she was normal wasn’t even determined by herself?

"So... what should we do now?"

"Staying here is useless."

Duanmu Huai opened the door, glanced at the empty corridor.

"Let’s go elsewhere and see, perhaps we can find some clues."