I dug up the magical girl's corpse.

Chapter 17 Mental Hospital

"I didn't expect him to be so sick. Even after being given a sedative, he was talking in his sleep about magical girls and stuff. He just wouldn't calm down."

"Sigh, what a pitiful child. He lost both his parents at such a young age. He probably can't accept such a blow."

"Judging from what he said in his dream, it sounded like he was the husband of a magical girl or something? That's kind of funny~"

"You've been working here for so long, and you're still trying to understand their worldview? Be careful you don't turn yourself into a lunatic!"

Listening to the conversation of the people around him, Chen Mu gradually regained consciousness and was able to open his eyes completely.

Although my mind was still foggy and sticky, I couldn't move my hands and feet, let alone stand up.

However, he roughly understood the current situation.

He actually ended up in a mental hospital!

The clean and bright ward, the pungent smell of disinfectant, the feeling of the restraints rubbing against my arms, and the several aunties and caregivers standing on both sides.

From the information they provided, it was clear that she was a mental patient who had been in a coma for a long time and was still talking nonsense.

Their tone when they mentioned "magical girls" was sneer and dismissive.

"What's going on? Am I dreaming?"

Chen Mu was very confused. Everything felt so real that he couldn't discern any dreamlike elements.

He tried to forcefully close and reopen his eyes, or to prick his palms with his fingernails to awaken the pain, but he could not wake up no matter what he did.

"So, this place might actually be real?"

Thinking of this, the simplest way to verify it wasn't through guesswork, so he immediately said to the person next to him:

"I'm conscious now. Could I see a doctor?"

Fortunately, his mouth wasn't gagged, so he could still communicate normally.

"Really? You're awake?"

The caregiver looked quite old and experienced. He didn't believe her words and came over to check.

She carefully observed Chen Mu's eyes and demeanor, and only after seemingly making a judgment did she say:

"Wait here, I'll go and pass on the message, but I can't guarantee whether the doctor will see you."

"Please, thank you."

Chen Mu tried his best to speak clearly.

He was only able to catch his breath after the caregiver left. The situation was so chaotic that even he didn't understand what was going on.

Am I being persecuted by the Demon Court? They barged into my house and kidnapped me to a mental hospital?

Why are the people in the mental hospital so dismissive of the "magical girl" thing? Could it be that the mental hospital itself is a hallucination created by magic?

Or did I simply time travel? Or was my life for the past twenty years just a dream conjured up by a mentally ill person?

There are so many possibilities; just thinking about them makes my head feel hot and swollen.

"I only know one thing... With my current strength, I might not be able to escape."

Chen Mu tried his best to pry his wrists, but he still couldn't break free of the restraints. His strength seemed to have weakened a lot, and his voice sounded strange when he spoke just now.

It's probably due to the effects of the anesthetic drugs.

Bang! Bang! Bang! He even tried to flip the hospital bed and fall off, but all he could do was roll around on the bed like a salted fish.

"You're finally awake?"

Suddenly, a voice came from beside him, startling him.

Fearing that his attempt to escape would be discovered, and thinking it was the caregiver returning, Chen Mu immediately stopped.

"Hmm, I haven't moved around in a long time, I need to stretch a bit."

Strangely, the voice seemed to be very young, belonging to a girl. She walked to Chen Mu's bedside, but Chen Mu couldn't turn his head to see her face.

The little girl ignored Chen Mu's stiff excuses and continued:

"How's it going in the magical girl world? How do you get magic power? Why can't you transform?"

"...What?"

"If that Lin Yongxi has a seed of desire, you should take it and eat it yourself, so you can practice magic."

Listening to the girl speaking so seriously in his ear, Chen Mu felt increasingly absurd and unbelievable, and he didn't know what to say.

If she's not a caregiver, could she be a fellow patient in the same ward? But why is she a little girl?

Is this mental hospital a mixed-gender facility?

Chen Mu increasingly felt that this place was full of chaos, and even if it wasn't a dream, the logic was extremely difficult to grasp.

Fortunately, he wasn't bothered by the girl for too long. The ward door opened again, and the caregiver returned.

"Xiaoying, stop fooling around and get back to bed, or I'll tie you up too."

"...Hmph, the witch will eat you up."

The girl retorted defiantly, but quickly ran away.

When the caregiver reached Chen Mu's bedside, she could only look up at her chin. She untied the restraints around Chen Mu's neck, saying:

"Don't struggle. This thing is designed this way. The harder you pull, the tighter it gets. Otherwise, how could it be used? Look, it's all red from being tied up. It hurts so much."

"Thanks……"

Chen Mu felt his breathing was much easier and he could finally move his body.

"The doctor has agreed to see you, but you'd better behave yourself, or next time it won't just be this dosage; you might be locked up in a dark room."

The caregiver removed all the remaining bandages from Chen Mu's body, allowing him to get up and get out of bed.

There was a pair of slippers placed right next to the bed, and since they weren't my own, it all felt very inappropriate.

He wanted to see the girl who had been in the same hospital, but the curtains on the next bed were already drawn, so he couldn't see inside at all.

Forget it, I should focus on taking care of myself instead.

Even when standing up, the person is still unsteady, possibly because the anesthesia has not completely worn off.

"But even the height of my field of vision has changed? Why do I feel so light? Could it be that this isn't my body, and I've transmigrated?"

Chen Mu looked down and found himself wearing a white striped standard hospital gown, just like the other patients in this mental hospital.

However, she seemed to have become a little shorter, and her hands and feet were much thinner and more slender. There were red marks on her wrists and a very obvious yellow wristband.

"This way, at your current rank, you're not allowed to act on your own."

The caregiver kept a close eye on Chen Mu's every move, requiring him to stay close to him.

But Chen Mu still seized the opportunity to look around at the scenery.

The corridor was long, with off-white walls on both sides, and every few steps there was an iron door with an observation window. Some doors were quiet, while others had indistinct murmurs or rhythmic knocking sounds coming from behind them. Two of the ceiling light bulbs were broken, flickering on and off. It looked like an ordinary inpatient ward, but the atmosphere was really strange.

There weren't many patients outside, and most of them had caregivers with them.

In addition to disinfectant, there was also a faint, sweet smell of deodorant in the air.

The caregiver led Chen Mu through an iron gate, up a floor, and finally to a room called "Doctor's Office".

"Come in."

The desk was piled with medical records and an old computer. The window was fitted with security bars. Behind the desk sat a middle-aged male doctor wearing glasses, who looked very refined.

His white coat was a little wrinkled, and several pens were tucked into his pencil case. He looked up and glanced at Chen Mu:

"Xiao Chen, I heard your condition has improved. How is it?"

After the caregiver left, Chen Mu did not close the office door, but sat down directly on the consultation chair in front of him.

He was silent for a moment, then said, "Actually, I'd like you to tell me what exactly happened."