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I was sent to the familiar interrogation room again. The police outside the glass door were discussing heatedly, but I could only vaguely see their figures. It was the same annoying glass door again. I muttered to myself, and I was getting more and more disgusted with this thing.

"Lena, don't worry. As long as you have a clear conscience, we will never wrongly accuse you." The policeman who was with me patted my shoulder and tried to comfort me.

I gave him a wry smile, wanting to say something but not knowing where to start. In the end, I still said nothing, but waited for the result in silence with a nervous mood.

Two hours later, the police informed me with a serious face that they would take me for a mental evaluation. I smiled bitterly and shook my head, thinking: What I fear is what will come true, this is simply Schrödinger's cat! But I still whispered: "There should be no need for an evaluation. The Municipal People's Hospital has my medical records, and I go there every week to get medicine."

The policeman narrowed his eyes, examined me, and asked coldly: "Lena, what do you mean by this?!"

I said bitterly: "Literally. I'm very sorry that I concealed something... But please believe me, everything I told you is true." I didn't tell them directly that I had severe depression and couldn't fall asleep without taking sleeping pills.

The police frowned and looked at me disapprovingly: " Lena , your concealment of the case will delay the investigation..."

I felt powerless and helpless in the face of their suspicions. I could only smile and repeat: "Go to the hospital, my attending physician will explain my condition to you... Please..."

Finally, they followed my wishes and took me to the hospital. We went straight to the point and went directly to the psychiatric department on the third floor.

Seeing me coming, the psychiatrist was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion: "Hey, Lena ? Why are you here on Friday?"

" Doctor..." Seeing him, the tears that I had been holding back for a long time suddenly flowed down. While wiping my tears, I choked and said, "I, I am suspected, wuwuwuwuwu, I can't clear my suspicion... But I don't know those people..."

I cried my heart out and my body began to tremble uncontrollably. I curled up on the stool, my face as pale as paper.

The police didn't expect my reaction to be so intense, and couldn't help asking, "What's going on?"

But I didn't want to pay attention to them. I just cried and vented all the frustration and grievances in my heart. Yes, I have a helpless fact - I have a history of mental illness. I suffered from autism when I was a child and was treated in the hospital for five years; I suffered from severe depression as an adult, and I had to come to the hospital every week to get medicine. I couldn't fall asleep without taking medicine.

That’s why I was so sure that I was woken up by the singing that day. But this evidence, on another level, became my fatal blow - how could the murderer fight ten people alone and subdue so many people? The most likely possibility is that the ten people had already been knocked unconscious! And I... have sleeping pills... I can’t clear my suspicion...

What makes me even more painful is that this group of people may contact my parents - my parents who are highly respected and treat me very well... When I think of this, my already panic-stricken mood becomes more unstable. The whole person is shaking uncontrollably, and I weakly say "It's not me" in my mouth, but my eyes begin to go black. There seems to be something moving in the darkness...

I know that I am sick. Since I knew that I had depression and hallucinations in my senior year of high school, I have been trying to control my emotions. I took the initiative to seek medical treatment, actively cooperated with the doctor's treatment, and completed the exercises that I didn't like to do in the past every day like punching a clock. From the time of treatment till now, I have only had two attacks: one was when I failed the college entrance examination, and the other was when I was a freshman… My medicine was thrown away as garbage by my roommate during the cleaning, and the doctor was on a business trip and couldn’t get any more medicine. After three days of not sleeping, I couldn’t hold back my tears…

I have always actively cooperated with the doctor’s treatment, because I was really afraid of that hallucination, afraid of that endless night… I hugged myself tremblingly, and I just felt so cold. With a look of horror, I turned on the flashlight on my phone and shone it directly into my eyes, and my mumbling of “It’s not me” turned into a painful plea of “No”.

" Hey, doctor, what's wrong with this kid? Come on, I can comfort her..." Just when I was about to suffocate, I heard this voice in a daze. Then I fell into a warm embrace, and a gentle voice with a fragrance penetrated the darkness and descended into my world, wrapping me softly. He said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

" Hey, hey, hey! Jason , what are you doing!" " Jason , what are you doing..." I realized that the person who was holding me in his arms was pulled away, and I broke free from the illusion and looked across. I happened to see a handsome guy being pressed down on a stool by both the doctor and the police.

I couldn't help laughing out loud, and the haze in my heart slowly dissipated. Then I became shy belatedly: How could this man act like a gangster with such a cool and handsome face? I was actually, still moved by him... This is too embarrassing...

But fortunately, this man accidentally pulled me out of the hallucination. After this incident, I finally regained my sanity. I said to the doctor: "Please tell the police about my situation. Can you check it out here? I will cooperate with your investigation. If you really want to contact my parents... please notify me so that I can be mentally prepared... By the way, I reiterate that it was really not me who did it. I have no motive for committing the crime. Sorry to bother you..."

After saying that, I glanced at the handsome man who was still in the room, and annoyance flashed in my eyes. Help! I was impulsive! I forgot that this man was still in there...

I was just getting annoyed, but the police nodded and let the man go: "Okay, Jason, please take care of the little girl, we will talk to the doctor here."

Ah... this guy is so familiar with the police? I was stunned and couldn't react. I was led away by this guy with a confused look on my face. Behind me, I heard the doctor's unwilling warning: "Jason, don't take advantage of Lena!"

"Ignore him." Jason curled his lips nonchalantly, covered my ears and took me out of the psychiatric department.

I know I should struggle. This guy is definitely not a decent person if he touches me when we just met. But... who can resist being moved by such beauty...

I was half-huggled and half-carried by this guy with my ears covered, and taken to the mental hospital next to the hospital with a blank face...

"Come on, don't be polite, just treat this as your own home." Jason patted the rocking chair in the sun and said with a smile.

I:"……"

Just treat it like your own home... Thank you! Although my depression is also considered a mental illness, I don't think of the mental hospital as my home...

"Are you the doctor here..." I asked tentatively.

"I guess so... I also learned a little about your situation yesterday. How long have you had this illness?" Jason casually lay on the rocking chair beside him and calmly covered himself with a pink blanket.

" Huh? Oh, depression? It's been several years." I followed his actions blankly and hesitantly put the fluorescent green blanket next to me on myself.

"Well, you've lost your memory, right?" he said again.

I nodded silently, recalling the time in my senior year of high school when I couldn't bear it anymore and went to the hospital.