Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

Zhou Qiao's expression stiffened for a moment, but he quickly raised his hand to greet them, "Want to go out for dinner?"

"We just finished eating, so we're going for a walk."

Li Chuan still wore that gentle smile that was always on everyone's face, as if he had never heard those terrible rumors about Zhou Qiao.

Liang Zaibing smiled politely and stood behind Li Chuan without saying a word.

"...Yes, me too. I just got back from dinner. You guys go for a walk, I'll go upstairs first."

Zhou Qiao nodded, walked around them, and went up the stairs.

As soon as he passed the two people, Zhou Qiao's face turned extremely ugly. He clenched his teeth together and twisted his eyebrows in extreme disgust.

Damn it, damn it, damn it, he shouldn't have gone out now. Seeing those two gay bastards makes him so disgusted he can't eat all day.

He already disliked Li Chuan, that kind of effeminate, artistic guy, and now he's even involved with a gay man, ugh.

As Zhou Qiao walked up the stairs to the second floor, his gaze followed the direction of the stairwell, filled with disgust, but he was caught off guard by a pair of cold, golden-brown eyes.

He surveyed the scene with indifference, and all the ugly jealousy and resentment hidden in his heart seemed to be exposed to the scorching sun at this moment, leaving him nowhere to hide.

Why was he standing at the door waiting for him to turn around before he even left?

Were we discovered?

Zhou Qiao was so frightened that his pupils shrank. Without caring whether his actions were logical or not, he ran up to the second floor in two steps, opened the door, and slammed it shut.

boom--

Li Chuan was leaning against the counter, talking to Uncle Chen, when he heard the door slam and turned around, a little surprised. "Zhou Qiao?"

"Yes, it's him." Liang Zaibing said calmly, walking out of the building with her hands in her pockets.

This is what it means to have a guilty conscience.

Li Chuan nodded, and then continued to tell Chen Nianping about the strange things they had encountered yesterday, including his suspicions about Zhou Qiao.

Chen Nianping's expression also turned somewhat serious. He turned his head to look at Liang Zaibing and stretched out his hand, saying, "Let me see that website too."

Liang Zaibing logged onto the website as usual, and Uncle Chen saw the same home-style recipe.

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly pointed casually to the center left of the screen, "Click on this post and read it to me."

Liang Zaibing looked in the direction he was pointing.

I almost won back my losses, but it's all because of that brainless wife who kept nagging me.

"..."

Do you want me to read this?

Okay, compared to the ladybug's inner journey below and the four men above who endured humiliation to be with rich women, this is still a little easier to read aloud.

Liang Zaibing hesitated for two seconds before calmly beginning to read.

-----

"...I already owe more than 100,000 yuan and can't pay it back. The debt collectors keep calling me and saying they'll expose my contacts. Damn it, I'll just jump off a building and see who they can get their money from."

"Don't jump, OP! No child cries every day, and no gambler loses every day. The debt you're in now is only temporary. If you stop gambling, you'll really have no chance to win it back."

"Let's borrow another big sum and gamble it out."

……

Liang Zaibing read a few paragraphs, and seeing that Lao Chen and Li Chuan were looking at him more and more strangely, he finally shut his mouth.

Chen Nianping stared at him for a while, then swiped down the screen, asking, "Which comment is this? What time was it posted? What's the content?"

There's a subtle feeling, like I'm being interrogated.

Liang Zaibing touched his nose; Uncle Chen was pointing at the original poster's comment.

"Post #76, posted at 01:27, the poster said that even if I die, I have to take my wife with me, and she can never marry anyone else in this lifetime."

Uncle Chen, who had been somewhat skeptical, was now certain, and his expression became extremely solemn.

Reading from a script is completely different from writing from scratch. If someone is mentally ill, how can they fluently read out content that doesn't exist?

Uncle Chen patted him on the shoulder, "Go to the Third Municipal Hospital for a checkup, you're under too much mental stress."

Yes, it's possible. Not only can it be done, but it can also be made up to be very detailed and believable.

Liang Zaibing was just moved by Uncle Chen's choice to believe in her, but after hearing his words, she almost slipped and fell to the floor.

"These are typical symptoms of delusions. They haven't affected the language center yet, so they're not serious. It's best to see a doctor as soon as possible."

"Uncle Chen!"

Li Chuan frowned, looking troubled, wanting to explain but unsure how to put it.

"Don't avoid seeking medical help because you're sick."

Chen Nianping looked Liang Zaibing up and down with a serious expression. "Let's go now, since we're off work."

"Uncle Chen, I'm really not sick..."

Liang Zaibing wanted to defend herself, but felt that the more she explained, the worse it got, and that it would fit perfectly into a movie about a mental hospital.

He scratched his head helplessly. "Okay, I'll go now."

"Xiao Li, you come with him too. It's not safe for him to go out alone now." Chen Nianping patted Li Chuan on the shoulder and escorted the two of them to the shop entrance.

"Go ahead and come back early."

And so, Liang Zaibing inexplicably embarked on the subway line 4, heading towards the mental hospital.

Li Chuan, holding onto the railing, was still racking his brains to comfort him, "Xiao Liang, don't take it to heart. Uncle Chen is old after all, and his views are outdated. He might not be able to accept these things."

"You don't need to see a doctor, let's go back now."

Liang Zaibing, however, acted as if she were completely unfazed, saying, "Forget it, it won't hurt to go and take a look. What if I really have a fit of hysteria?"

Li Chuan bit her lower lip, her gaze filled with complete trust.

"You will not."

Liang Zaibing felt a little embarrassed by his gaze; to be honest, even he didn't quite believe himself.

If someone else said that to him, he would definitely send someone to get their head checked.

"Of course, I'm so wise and powerful." Liang Zaibing smiled nonchalantly, his expression quite smug.

-----

Liang Zaibing stood at the entrance of the psychiatric ward, holding her hospital admission certificate and ID card, looking completely bewildered.

Damn, the psychiatrist just questioned him and said he had severe paranoia, so he was sent to the hospital.

Li Chuan had tried to stop him, but failed completely. He was persuaded by the doctor's explanation and persuasion.

"His condition is very serious. He has developed delusions about your neighbor and is showing signs of aggression towards him. He needs to be hospitalized. If he does something irreversible while in a delusional state, it will be too late!"

Liang Zaibing got annoyed by his nagging, so she simply signed the document, slammed the pen on the table, and...

He waited patiently for the nurse to come and take him in.

What else can we do? Cause a scene at the mental hospital and have the security guards come and take him there?

Li Chuan nervously followed him throughout the entire process: paying fees, packing personal belongings, changing into hospital gowns, signing consent forms, undergoing examinations and tests...

After finishing all her work, Liang Zaibing finally sat down comfortably on her hospital bed; it was almost evening.

"I'm really fine, you should go home and get some sleep."

With the nurse watching intently from the side, Liang Zaibing felt that her words were not very convincing.

"I'm free tomorrow, so I'll stay and keep you company."

"you……"

“This family member,” the nurse spoke up, interrupting their conversation, “we don’t allow family members to stay with their children in our ward. It’s time for you to go home.”