Surveillance

"Son, remember to take your medicine!"

Once the sound outside faded away, Li Huowang sighed. At last, he had the chance to sort out what had really happened last night.

First, he could not define things too rigidly, because last night had been too hazy. Maybe he had seen it wrong.

If he wanted to confirm whether someone was following him, he had to obtain irrefutable evidence.

Otherwise, everyone would always think he was just having another episode. The image he had in their eyes was truly awful now.

Besides, Li Huowang did not entirely trust what he saw and heard either.

At that thought, hesitation appeared on Li Huowang's face. He picked up his phone and quickly typed on it.

Why did I always feel like someone around me was watching me with ill intent, wanting to harm me?

After typing that line, all sorts of answers appeared. Li Huowang rapidly scrolled down, until his finger suddenly stopped on a line of text: Paranoid Delusions.

Patients groundlessly and firmly believed that certain people, groups, or organizations around them were carrying out harmful activities against them—attacking, framing, murdering, sabotaging, slandering, falsely accusing, suppressing them, poisoning their food, following and monitoring them, plotting some kind of conspiracy, and so on.

A patient's delusions were distorted beliefs formed on a pathological basis, pathological reasoning and judgment. They neither conformed to objective reality nor matched the patient's educational level. The content of the delusions was utterly absurd, yet the patient believed in them without the slightest doubt. They could not be persuaded otherwise, nor could personal experience or encounters correct them.

Seeing this, Li Huowang's fingers began to tremble slightly. A terrifying suspicion surfaced in his mind.

"Could I really have a mental illness?"

Li Huowang opened his phone's contacts and found Yi