Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

But judging from Ivan's serious expression, he clearly didn't think what he said was that outrageous.

Liang Zaibing uttered the words, "We must never give up on treatment," so quickly.

But looking into Ivan's eyes, which were as clear as ice lake water, Liang Zaibing really couldn't bring herself to question him.

He silently swallowed his words and secretly took out his phone, which was hidden in the corner of the cabinet.

Cell phones are usually confiscated in psychiatric wards, especially for patients like him who are experiencing an episode. It was only because Li Chuan knew he was a big internet addict that Li Chuan specially left one for him.

Nearly half a day later, when Liang Zaibing touched her phone, tears welled up in her eyes. Who understands the pain of a teenager addicted to the internet?

Ivan leaned on his side, his face close to his, watching him unlock his phone and open the browser.

"Are you browsing the forum?"

Liang Zaibing had just clicked on the "Vengeance is mine." website when Ivan's shout startled her so much that she almost fell to the ground.

Damn it—he can see!

Ivan stopped in time, grabbed his waist and pulled him back to sit on the hospital bed.

Liang Zaibing, forgetting all about that, turned her head and stared at Ivan with a horrified expression. "You...you...you can see that?! Are you sure you're not seeing a recipe?"

Ivan blinked, looked down at the screen, and read aloud the words as his finger touched the screen, “The old woman selling vegetables always shortchanges me and sells me the least fresh vegetables. Isn’t that taking advantage of out-of-towners?”

Liang Zaibing was truly moved to tears.

Not only is it correct, but it's exactly the same word for word.

I told you I'm mentally sound! It's just that other people can't see it!

Ivan remained silent as his hand was held for five minutes.

Liang Zaibing then realized that, as someone suspected of having a mental illness, he felt he should be more cautious, so he thought for a long time and came up with a solution.

“Okay, let’s verify this. I’ll open a post now,” Liang Zaibing said, clicking on a post about poisoning stray cats in the neighborhood. “Let’s each copy the content from it and see if it matches.”

Even if delusions can fabricate lies, they can't possibly share a brain, right? The fact that Ivan wrote the same thing as him proves that the website objectively exists, and the curse could very well be real.

Liang Zaibing admired himself for coming up with such a scientific and rigorous solution.

"it is good."

Ivan agreed without asking him what he wanted to do.

Five minutes later, Liang Zaibing looked at the two blank sheets of paper placed side by side. One was written in messy handwriting, and the other was written in Russian-style Chinese characters, but the content was exactly the same.

An emoji inexplicably popped into Liang Zaibing's mind: "Your Majesty, I am clearly defined."

"Wait, you can actually write Chinese characters?"

I almost missed the fatal oversight in the plan. What if Ivan could only write in Russian? Wouldn't that have ruined him?

Ivan smiled gently. "A commonly used skill."

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Aside from avoiding the nurses' rounds, the two of them basically spent all their time researching that website together.

We also asked each other about our situations.

When talking about her recent experiences, Liang Zaibing was incredibly eloquent.

"...I'm really fed up. One bad thing after another has happened recently. First, there was that inexplicable antisocial website, then there were the extra 12 steps, and now I've been diagnosed with paranoia and am in jail. I've already told you I'm perfectly fine."

When he said the last sentence, Liang Zaibing subconsciously lowered his voice, afraid of triggering some keyword that would summon a bunch of nurses to press on his penis.

Ivan listened quietly, only speaking when asked a question.

(Not finished yet, still a thousand words left)