"It's okay, I'll just walk around by myself, don't worry."

Bi Jia waved his hand, indicating that the nurse didn't need to follow him.

"I'll just be walking around the mild cases area. Don't worry, my bracelet is hanging there, so there won't be any mistakes."

He showed his plastic wristband. The markings on it were similar to those of ordinary patients, except that there was an explanation that his condition was mild and he came for a check-up.

Ever since Lu Ban came to Jiangcheng Mental Hospital to collect materials and helped an entertainment reporter recognize his own illness, after resting and recuperating, Jiangcheng Mental Hospital has become a pilgrimage site for many artists.

Some people think that Lu Ban’s ability to create a critically acclaimed and commercially successful film like “The Devil’s Tide” is inseparable from his experience in the mental hospital.

For example, the appearance of those monsters may have come from the imagination of a mentally ill patient.

For example, those bizarre settings might be the dream of a mentally ill patient.

It’s okay for serious artists, they just do it for fun.

Some performance artists try to sneak into mental hospitals to collect materials.

But now is not the same as before, and the patients in the mental hospital are not monkeys in the zoo. How can you visit them whenever you want?

The mental hospital took many protective measures and drove away those reporters and artists, but some people still managed to find loopholes.

Just like Bi Jia, he is a painter who likes to paint some paintings that normal people can't understand, and they are very modern.

He once created a painting using various fresh fruits, and then showed the audience the process of these fruits decaying and spoiling, and named it "Fruit".

He also created a painting using glass that had not yet cooled down, forming a distorted and strange three-dimensional shape on the canvas, and named it "Melting".

Anyway, they are all quite advanced.

This time, Bi Jia came to Jiangcheng Mental Hospital, ready to collect materials from the mentally ill patients there.

The reason he was able to come in is because he himself is a mentally ill patient.

Biga suffers from depression.

In short, he got a certificate of mental illness, and then used various means and connections to come to No. 900 Xicheng North Road for examination. Today is the day of the examination.

He planned to take a good look around here and look for inspiration.

However, after meeting several patients just now, Bi Jia felt a little disappointed.

"That's it?"

These patients are so normal. It seems that the illnesses of those people on Weibo are much more serious than theirs.

"This won't work."

Bi Jia believes that it may be that these mild patients really only have very mild mental illnesses and the taste is not enough.

He needs to find seriously ill patients.

Fortunately, Bi Jia had prepared in advance and memorized the structure of the mental hospital.

He quietly sneaked into the intensive care unit, expecting to see some eerie patients, but found that the place was empty.

"Did they all go to rest?"

Bi Jia felt something was wrong. He took a few more steps and suddenly heard some voices.

"… Take the Uta Island Poetry Festival, for example. It has been a grand gathering of scholars since ancient times…"

A clear voice was heard, and Bi Jia followed the sound and saw a lot of people gathered in a room.

He poked his head out and found that many patients were sitting together, listening to one person speak attentively like high school students who still had a hundred days before the college entrance examination.

Biga felt strange, so he followed her into the house, sat at the back and listened carefully.

He felt that the story sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

But as he listened, Bi Jia quickly became immersed in it.

Until there was a snap, and the man slapped the mineral water bottle, which suddenly woke up all the dazed people.

"To know what happens next, please wait for the next chapter."

He said something and waved again.

"That's all for today. Doctor Hao said we shouldn't delay everyone's exercise, so I'll say less."

Bi Jia looked at the man.

Suddenly startled.

Isn’t this Lu Ban?

Although he sneered at those commercial films, he had to admit that the art design in Lu Ban's films was quite outstanding. Therefore, Bi Jia also contributed movie tickets for "The Demonic Tide".

He must recognize that face, it’s Lu Ban!

How come he is here?

Here to collect materials again?

Bi Jia was about to stand up when he looked at Lu Ban’s bracelet again.

The above is genuine and is the mark of a critically ill patient.

Could it be that Lu Ban became mentally ill because he was too devoted to the filming of the movie?

Bi Jia's mind was full of questions.

While he was hesitating, Lu Ban walked towards him.

"Are you new here?"

Lu Ban asked kindly.

"Uh, yes."

Bi Jia decided to pretend not to know Lu Ban.

"The environment here is pretty good. You don't have to feel uncomfortable. Talk to people more and communicate more. It will help your condition."

Lu Ban patted Bi Jia's shoulder like a caring older brother.

"Actually...I've been having a picture in my mind lately."

Bi Jia said, since Lu Ban is here, why not ask him if he has any inspiration? Maybe when their ideas meet, they will catalyze a wonderful chemical reaction.

"What is it?"

Lu Ban was like a psychologist, communicating with Bi Jia patiently.

"I don't know either. I think this painting lacks something, maybe some exciting, passionate, and touching elements."

Bi Jia shook his head.

"You want to draw it?"

"Um."

Bi Jia nodded, and then he saw Lu Ban took out a sketchbook and handed Bi Jia a pen.

"Let's try it."

Bi Jia probably knew that this was a psychological testing technique, where the subject was asked to draw in order to peer into his inner thoughts. Some tests also used special patterns for the subject to distinguish. As an avant-garde painter, he understood this common sense.

"First, let's draw a person. You can draw anything you want."

Lu Ban instructed.

Bi Jia began to paint following Lu Ban's instructions. According to Lu Ban, he emptied his mind and only followed Lu Ban's prompts to create. Whenever Lu Ban asked him to draw something, he would draw the first impression that came into his mind.

Soon, Bi Jia entered a trance state. He felt extremely happy, as if his soul had left his body and was released.

Bi Jia was immersed in the unprecedented refreshing creative experience, and before he knew it, more than ten minutes had passed.

"Okay, it's done."

Lu Ban snapped his fingers and Bi Jia came back to his senses.

He looked at the painting he had drawn and was speechless for a moment.

There was a person sitting on a chair, his gender or age could not be seen, he was just sitting there.

But from the brushstrokes, one can feel that the man exudes an aura of tension, fear, despair and terror.

Some indescribable tentacles and mucus spread out from the other party's body. Just by seeing this scene, Bi Jia felt dizzy and his consciousness was blurred.

Moreover, this was drawn by myself!

But upon closer inspection, that person had a feeling of sadness and pity, which was unbearable to watch. The melancholy and sad emotions were like a hand, gently brushing through Biga's heart and relieving his symptoms.

"How about it?"

Lu Ban asked with concern.

"I, I don't understand, but I am deeply shocked..."

Bi Jia felt that, to use a popular term nowadays, he was first depressed and then cured.

He even feels that the patients around him are much cuter now. They are all like college classmates meeting for the first time, full of youthfulness and friendliness.

However, Bi Jia soon noticed that his painting seemed like a sketch.

Apart from that person, the tables, chairs and simple background are all realistic content.

That chair was right opposite to him.

There, nothing.