Chapter 341 Birds, Snakes, and Cats

At eight o'clock in the morning, a perfect time.

John Watson was queuing up for today's breakfast.

The queue for food in Area 1 was quite long. He was standing in the middle of the queue, and the mental patients who had been in Area 1 for a long time were in front and behind him.

When he was about to reach the front of the queue, he accidentally overheard the conversation between the patient in front and the meal-serving nurse.

The patient with a bald head like a Mediterranean was holding a meal plate, tilting his head and opening his mouth, waiting for the meal-serving nurse to feed him the breakfast share of sedatives... The burly meal-serving nurse poured the medicine that had been allocated in advance into the Mediterranean patient's mouth one by one, and watched the patient chew and swallow throughout the process, and even asked the patient to open his mouth so that he could check whether he had completely swallowed it into his stomach.

After completing this series of processes, the meal-serving nurse put milk, fried eggs, bacon and toast slices on the Mediterranean patient's meal plate.

The Mediterranean patient smacked his lips and said unsatisfactorily: "Today's Dumbhead Pills... Why do they taste weird? Are they expired and spoiled?"

Dumbhead Pills are a nickname given by patients in Area 1 to the psychiatric drugs distributed in the hospital, because after taking this drug, the mind and body will feel tired, and even thinking seems to become slow.

The meal-serving nurse handed over a glass of water and replied: "It's because you didn't brush your teeth this morning... Please, Smoger, pay attention to your personal hygiene. I can smell the garbage-like bad breath in your mouth now!"

"Really?" The Mediterranean patient named Smoger covered his mouth with his palm in disbelief and took a long breath, and then even he himself felt sick and wanted to retch because of his bad breath.

"Well, it seems that it is indeed my problem. Today's stupidity is completely fine... I can already feel that my sexual aspect is beginning to wane. It's as if it has degenerated and shrunk."

John Watson heard someone mention the word "Aspects" again - since moving into the first area, he has heard the word appear from other patients many times.

But the problem is that the meaning of this word is completely irrelevant to the context of the other party, and it appears extremely abruptly, as if it is inserted into the conversation without reason - this makes him wonder whether the word "Aspects" has other unknown meanings.

But even if he has read a lot of books later, he still can't find a reasonable explanation for this word - he can only attribute it to the nonsense of a mental patient.

Smoger took the water cup and raised his head to drink it, and then opened his mouth wide, indicating to the meal-serving nurse that he had completely swallowed the annoying stupidity.

The food-serving attendant looked at the foul-smelling, yellow-stained, decayed mouth in front of him. When the Mediterranean patient opened his mouth, the rotten, fishy gastrointestinal odor gushed out and hit the attendant's face, as if the turbid stench had become tangible, and he swung a heavy fist at his nose, which made his nose sore and his eyes tear up.

"Ugh~~~" He didn't bother to take a closer look, but just glanced at the dirty mouth, then immediately covered his mouth and nose, waving his hands repeatedly, "That's enough, I've seen it clearly, you hurry up and leave, don't delay the next person."

"Hehe~" Smoker seemed to have discovered the power of his bad breath, scratched his head awkwardly, and quickly ran away with the plate, but because of the medicine he had taken, his spirit seemed a little dazed, and his steps when he left with the plate seemed a little staggering, and he almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, a strong hand stretched out from the side and supported Smoger who was about to fall to the ground.

John Watson, who was watching from behind, frowned slightly - he seemed to see that when the Mediterranean patient named Smoger bowed to thank him, something fell out of his mouth and fell into the chest pocket of the kind-hearted person's hospital gown.

'It seems that he swallowed the medicine, but in fact he hid it in his mouth and waited to spit it out? '

'It is obvious that taking medicine can further alleviate their mental symptoms, but they are avoiding even the only hope... These mentally ill people's brains are really not right. '

John Watson thought for a second and decided not to tell the meal-serving nurse in front of him about this matter.

'It's just missing a meal of medicine, and it won't cause any impact. Even if it is reported, it will hurt others and not benefit oneself... There is no need for this. ’

He just silently swallowed his share of the mental control drug - compared to other patients' aversion to the Dumbhead Pill, he did not feel any rejection, and even felt that after taking the Dumbhead Pill, his heart seemed to no longer be restless, but it was easier for him to concentrate on reading.

John Watson came to a random empty seat with a plate of food. Just as he was about to sit down, the mental patient sitting next to him suddenly showed a vicious look, stared at him, and spit a mouthful of thick yellow sputum on the chair he was about to sit on.

This was not the first patient in Area 1 who showed unprovoked malice towards John Watson.

During the time he moved in, things such as spitting on the chair, tripping over legs, and pushing from behind happened one after another.

But since John Watson installed the left eye prosthesis given by Miss Holmes, his dynamic vision ability has almost doubled - he can detect these small movements of mental patients with abnormal brains in advance and easily avoid them every time.

In his opinion, the little actions of these mental patients were as funny and childish as children's pranks, and they were not even considered to be truly malicious.

John Watson just laughed it off every time, and did not take these mental patients seriously at all. Just like walking on the side of the road and seeing a mad dog barking, would anyone imitate the dog and lie on the ground and bark back?

He changed to another seat and ate quietly - during the meal, he noticed that a group of patients, including Smoger, were sitting in a corner whispering, and from time to time they cast their eyes at him and other caregivers.

John Watson felt that something was wrong, but he could not tell what it was.

Until the free time after the meal, John Watson recalled Dr. George's advice yesterday and decided to take some time this morning to walk around the sanatorium to see if he could get any inspiration.

He walked slowly all the way to the viewing lake in the courtyard. There were no other patients by the lake at the moment, and it seemed a little deserted.

In this winter, a thin layer of ice has condensed on the lake surface. Through the light white ice surface, you can vaguely see the lake grass swaying and dancing under the water.

A ray of sunlight shines on the frost on the lake surface at the right time, and the whole lake seems to be shining with a faint light.

John Watson looked at this scene, and his heart seemed to be able to gain some comfort and tranquility.

His long-dormant imagination finally began to revive.

In a trance, he seemed to be able to see a group of owls flying out from the withered forest, croaking annoying cries.

Several hibernating dark snakes under the ice also woke up, broke through the ice suddenly, and their scarred and slender bodies twisted wildly.

There were also several cute little cats running out from nowhere, their bodies were golden like Thousand-carat gold, and their cat eyes were also golden.