Knock at the Door

At the same time.

Fanghua Court Residential Complex Building 3.

Several Crow flew through this community, but seemed to ignore this building unconsciously.

Taking advantage of the darkness, people walked into the elevator one after another.

Until a man wearing Doctor Uniform, wearing a mask with an extremely distorted face and his eyes almost torn apart by the device, walked into the room at the end of the corridor with his back bent.

"Today's third newcomer came at the right time."

"Next, you need to tell the strange story of your personal experience. This is the capital to join Ghost Story Association."

"Don't try to make up lies, we have our own way of identifying them."

The thin man wearing a medieval beak doctor's mask smiled while opening the door for the man in the doctor's mask. The room was very large, like a dining table, several meters long, with a total of ten people sitting on both sides of the table.

These ten people all wore masks, giving off a strong sense of death. It was almost difficult to imagine what kind of faces were behind the masks.

"Newcomer, tell your story."

The first two newcomers finished telling their stories.

"Yeah, the story is true, but it's a little dull."

"This story is a bit vulgar and in poor taste."

"Oh? It's interesting."

Everyone in the Ghost Story Association commented on the story of the two newcomers, and finally it was the turn of the remaining new member, the hunchbacked man wearing a doctor's mask.

The hunchbacked man spoke hoarsely.

His voice was very high-pitched and thin, as if he had been speaking with his throat pinched, and his words felt like a sharp knife slicing through glass.

"I am an attending physician in a mental hospital. In my job, I often have to deal with mental patients. People often misunderstand mental patients and think that their pain is fake, but this is not the case."

"There is a devil hidden in everyone's heart. When long-term depression, pain, anger, hatred, and resentment are accumulated together, it will destroy a person's sanity and turn him into a monster in the eyes of others."

"Well said."

"Number Ten, you seem to agree with what he said?"

"Let me agree. As an introduction to the story, I am willing to give it a high score."

Although the story has not officially started yet.

The hunchbacked man came up with a sufficiently eye-catching gimmick, and the expressions on the faces of the other two newcomers suddenly changed. They clearly felt that the story the hunchbacked man was about to tell was more terrifying than their little fight.

The hunchbacked man let out a sinister laugh and continued:

"One day, I received a patient who suffered from severe depression, high anxiety, and many somatic symptoms, the most serious of which was auditory hallucinations. He said that he often heard someone knocking on the door. When he went to bed at night, he clearly heard knocking on the door from the living room, but he lived alone and there was no one in the living room. If he was watching TV in the living room, he would hear knocking on the door from the corridor outside. When he looked at the corridor through the peephole, he could not find the source of the knocking."

"I have met many patients like this. As long as they take normal medication and receive appropriate physical therapy, the brain's nerve function can be restored, and the auditory hallucinations and hallucinations can be gradually reduced, the condition can be controlled."

"So, I gave him the treatment I'm best at."

"MECT Electroconvulsive Therapy."

"After the treatment, the patient's symptoms were reduced a lot, he no longer had self-mutilation and other extreme behaviors, and his somatization was relieved. I prescribed Quetiapine Fumarate, Buspirone and Clonazepam for him. As long as he takes the medicine on time, everything will be fine."

"But..."

"A few days later, the patient blocked me at the door of my office, crying and saying that he could still hear the knocking on the door."

"I thought his condition was relapsing, so I underwent psychological counseling and a series of physical examinations to confirm that he had no physical problems and that the knocking on the door was just an auditory hallucination caused by mental illness."

"So, I made MECT Electroconvulsive Therapy for him again."

"This time I used more than 100 milliamperes of current. When the patient came off the operating table and the anesthesia wore off, he covered his head and said he had a headache, but he finally stopped hearing the strange knocking on the door."

"I prescribed him a larger dose of medication. In addition to treating depression and anxiety, I also focused on adding some tranquilizer ingredients."

"Just when I thought everything was going to be okay."

"The next day... the patient showed up again."

"He blocked the door of my office, crying and saying that the knocking on the door was still going on. He heard that knocking all the time. He couldn't sleep day and night, and was almost neurasthenic. He couldn't even distinguish the reality of dreams. He was always breaking out in a cold sweat, and the dark circles under his eyes were as deep as two bruises..."

"I had no choice but to continue treating him."

"The second time, the third time, the fourth time..."

"Even I can't remember how many times I treated him. Even my trainee left me. The nurses in the hospital avoided me. They all said that I behaved terribly. I was always reading books at night, trying out treatment equipment, and activating electric currents."

"I want to cure this patient..."

"Finally, I increased the current to 500 mA. This time, the patient was completely cured."

"He smiled and bowed to me and thanked me. He was as happy as a new person. He said he would no longer hear the knocking on the door, and he no longer needed to take medicine. His body felt lighter than ever before, and he also felt a rare joy and joy."

"My mission is accomplished."

"That day, I came home from get off work as usual, took off my uniform, took a shower, and lay on the bed to get ready for bed. I was the only one living in my bachelor apartment."

"I heard two crisp sounds from the door..."

When the hunchbacked man said this, he stretched out a hand and knocked on the table twice.

"Boom, boom!"

The story ends.

Ghost Story Association Everyone savored this story carefully.

This story can be interpreted from many angles. The hunchbacked man could be a doctor, a patient, or even the thing that knocked on the door.

"Not bad, very good."

"The stories of the three newcomers are all excellent, and they are indistinguishable. You have all passed the test. From now on, you are the eleventh, twelfth, and thirteenth members of the Ghost Story Association."

"No. 11, No. 12, No. 13, these are your code names."

"Remember, don't reveal your true identity. Here, you only have a code name."

Bird-Beaked Man explains the rules.

The hunchbacked man seemed to be very satisfied with the result. His body twitched uncontrollably and laughed, but soon, as if he sensed something happened, he froze on the spot as if he had been struck by lightning.

"What's wrong with you, No. 13?" Bird-Beaked Man asked with a grin.

"A new patient is here."

"I'll cure them."

"Today's story ends here. Next time, there will be a new story."