I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

"It's okay, I'll just walk by myself, don't worry."

Biga waved his hand, indicating that the nurse did not need to follow him.

"I'm just going to walk around here in the mild disease area. Don't worry, my bracelet is not hanging. It won't be mistaken."

He showed his plastic bracelet. The markings on it were similar to those of ordinary patients, but there was an explanation on it, indicating that he had a mild case and came here for examination.

Ever since Lu Tan came to Jiangcheng Mental Hospital to collect information and help an entertainment reporter realize his illness, and after rest and recuperation, Jiangcheng Mental Hospital has become a place of pilgrimage for many art people.

Some people think that Lu Jian's ability to create a movie as popular and popular as "The Tide" is inseparable from the experience of a mental hospital.

For example, the appearance of those monsters may be derived from the imagination of a mentally ill patient.

For example, those bizarre settings may be the dreams of a mentally ill patient.

Serious artists are okay, that is, they are happy and happy.

Some performance artists try to sneak into mental hospitals to draw materials.

But now is not the past. The patients in the mental hospital are not monkeys in the zoo. Where can they visit if they want to?

The mental hospital has taken a lot of protective measures to drive away journalists and artists, but there are still people who can take advantage of the loopholes.

Just like Bi Jia, he is a painter who likes to paint some paintings that normal people cannot understand, and he is also very new.

He once created a painting using various fresh fruits to draw fruits, and then showed the audience the process of the decay of these fruits, named "Fruit".

He also created a painting using glass that has not yet cooled down to form a twisted and weird three-dimensional shape on the canvas, which he named "Melt".

Anyway, it's pretty advanced.

This time, Biga came to Jiangcheng Mental Hospital and prepared to collect information from the mental patients here.

He got in because he was a psychopath himself.

Biga suffers from depression.

In short, he obtained a mental illness certificate, and then went through various operations to find connections to come to No. 900, Xicheng North Road, for an inspection. Today is the day for the inspection.

He was ready to wander around here, looking for inspiration.

However, Bijia felt a little disappointed after having contacted several patients just now.

"That's it?"

These patients are so normal that it feels like the people on Weibo outside are much more seriously ill than them.

"This can't go on like this."

Bijia believes that it may be that these mild patients really only have very mild mental illnesses and the taste is not enough.

He needs to find critically ill patients.

Fortunately, Biga had prepared in advance and remembered the structure of the mental hospital.

He quietly slipped into the intensive care area, still expecting to see some eerie patients, but found that the place was empty.

"Did everyone go to rest?"

Biga felt something was wrong. He took a few more steps and suddenly heard some words.

"...Let's talk about Utashima's Poetry Festival. This is a prosperous time when literati have gathered since ancient times..."

A clear voice came, and Biga followed the sound and saw many people gathered in a room.

He poked his head around and found that many patients were sitting together, listening carefully to one person like high school students who were one hundred days away from the college entrance examination.

Biga felt strange, so he followed into the house, sat in the back, and listened carefully.

This story seemed familiar to him, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

But as he listened, Biga quickly became immersed in it.

Until there was a bang, the man patted the mineral water bottle, causing all the people who were in a trance to wake up suddenly.

"If you want to know what happens next, let's listen to the explanation next time."

He said something and waved his hand.

"That's all for today. Dr. Hao said we can't delay everyone's exercise, so I'll say less."

Biga looked at that person.

Suddenly startled.

Isn't this Lu Tiao?

Although he scorned those kinds of commercial movies, he had to say that the art design in Lu Jian's movies was quite outstanding. Therefore, Biga also contributed movie tickets for "The Magic Tide".

He must recognize that face, it's Lu Jian!

Why is he here?

Come to collect materials again?

Just as Biga was about to stand up, he looked at Lu Tan's bracelet again.

It is genuine and is a sign of a seriously ill patient.

Could it be that because Lu Tan was too involved in the filming of the movie, he had a mental problem and became a mental patient?

Biga's mind was full of questions.

Just when he was hesitating, Lu Tiao walked towards him.

"Are you new here?"

Lu Tan asked kindly.

"Uh, yes."

Bijia decided to pretend not to know Lu Tan.

"The environment here is very good, so you don't have to feel uncomfortable. Talking to people more and communicating more will help your condition."

Like a close brother, Lu Tan patted Bijia on the shoulder.

"Actually...I've been having a picture in my mind lately."

Bi Jia said that since Lu Tan was here, it would be better to ask him what inspiration he had. Maybe the two people's ideas would catalyze a wonderful chemical reaction as soon as they met.

"What painting is it?"

Lu Tan was like a psychiatrist, patiently communicating with Bi Jia.

"I don't know, I think this painting is missing something, maybe some exciting, passionate, touching elements."

Biga shook his head.

"You want to draw it?"

"Um."

Biga nodded, and then saw Lu Tan take out a sketchbook and give Biga a pen.

"Come and try."

Bijia probably knew that this was a psychological testing method that allowed the subject to draw pictures to peer into his heart. Some tests also used special patterns to allow the subject to distinguish. As a trendy painter, this kind of He still understands common sense.

"First, let's draw a person. You can draw whatever you want."

Lu Tan guided.

Bijia followed Lu Jian's guidance and started to write. According to Lu Jian, he freed his mind and only followed Lu Jian's prompts to create. When Lu Jian asked him to draw something, he would paint the first impression that appeared in his mind. come out.

Soon, Biga entered a certain trance state. He felt extremely happy, as if his soul had separated from the body and was released.

Bijia was immersed in the refreshing creative experience he had never experienced before, and before he knew it, ten minutes passed.

"Okay, it's done."

Lu Tan snapped his fingers, and Bijia came back to his senses.

He looked at the painting he had drawn and couldn't speak for a moment.

It was a person sitting on a chair. No gender or age could be seen. He was just sitting there.

But from the brush strokes, you can feel that the man exudes an aura of tension, fear, despair, and fear.

Some kind of indescribable tentacles and mucus spread from the other party's body. Just seeing this scene, Biga felt dizzy and confused.

Moreover, this is drawn from my own pen!

But if you look closely, you can see that the man has a sad and pitiful feeling, which is unbearable to see. The sad emotion is like a hand, gently brushing Biga's heart, so that his symptoms can be relieved.

"How about it?"

Lu Tan asked with concern.

"I, I don't understand, but I was shocked..."

Biga felt that, in today's popular terms, he was first depressed and then cured.

He even feels that the patients around him are much cuter now. They are like college classmates they met for the first time, full of youthfulness and friendliness.

However, Biga soon noticed that his painting seemed to be a sketch.

Except for that person, the tables, chairs and simple background are all realistic content.

That chair was right opposite me.

There, it was empty.

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