Lying in a hospital bed at the mental health treatment center, Chen Ge's expression and the things he said fit perfectly into his surroundings.
"How could someone seem perfectly fine during the day, then get so sick at night?" Zuo Han sat back down on his bed, keeping a wide distance from Chen Ge. "I studied forensic medicine for years, and I've never heard that being frequently stimulated can reactivate memories."
"You deal with corpses in forensic medicine. Living people's situations can be more complicated."
"Do you know how low your body temperature was when you had your episode? The only difference between you and a corpse then was that you still had a heartbeat." At first, Zuo Han had wanted to work with Chen Ge so they could escape together. But he was gradually realizing that his roommate was dangerous. Chen Ge might kill him at any moment.
To Zuo Han, Chen Ge was more than just sick. It seemed he had other secrets hidden inside him.
"Could this hospital be conducting human experiments?" Zuo Han tried to use what he knew to find an answer, but the more he thought about it, the more confused he became. Science could hardly explain Chen Ge's condition. This was already in the realm of theology.
"Zuo Han, could you tell me a few ghost stories? The scariest ones you know." Chen Ge lay on his bed and turned to look at Zuo Han, his face full of anticipation.
"Are you crazy? Why would you suddenly want to hear ghost stories?" Zuo Han blurted out. He realized he couldn't understand Chen Ge at all. "It's the middle of the night, and you want your roommate to tell you ghost stories? What kind of mindset does it take to say something like that?"