I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 251 - 251 250. You Draw I Guess_1

Chapter 251: 250. You Draw, I Guess_1 Chapter 251: 250. You Draw, I Guess_1 After chatting with the elderly gentleman for over ten minutes, Lu Ban left feeling quite satisfied.

Although the other party was not a “Chosen by Gods,” his understanding of the world might have been clearer than anyone else in this hospital.

Such people were few and far between now.

Watching Lu Ban’s contemplative expression, the young nurse suddenly felt afraid.

“Could it be that he was infected while talking to those patients?”

“Are there any more severe cases?”

Lu Ban felt that he now had many inspirations.

“…There is one, but her emotional reactions are quite intense.”

The young nurse remembered a patient who had been admitted to the hospital not long ago.

“No worries, you saw how well I got along with the old fellow just now, it won’t be a problem.”

Lu Ban was brimming with confidence.

He and the nurse arrived at another ward, which was a bit unusual, with a glass wall dividing it in the middle like those visiting rooms in prisons.

On the other side of the glass wall was a normal hospital room, with a woman sitting by the bed. She appeared to be in her thirties, just like those parents who pick up their children at the kindergarten gates.

“She was normal, but after an accident, she became mentally unstable, suffering from severe delusions and mania, with a strong propensity for aggression,” the young nurse explained.

“Accident?”

Lu Ban was curious; the woman looked quite normal.

“It was that cruise ship accident before, in the Pacific Ocean, she’s one of the survivors. She only returned this spring festival, and apparently, she was already ill while at sea,” the nurse said, recalling.

“The Star Cluster?”

Lu Ban remembered the cruise ship that had an accident in the Pacific Ocean. He had only seen news of the cruise ship on fire, but hadn’t followed up on the aftermath. Now it seemed that the tourists who had been stranded must have waited for the storm to pass before returning by another ship.

Thinking of the video that had been captured of that eerie city at sea, Lu Ban was immediately intrigued.

He approached the front of the glass wall and greeted the woman.

“Hello, I am Lu Ban, I’m here to help you.”

“You can’t help me,” said the woman, her voice cool. She glanced at Lu Ban and, without waiting for him to speak, continued.

“Unless you can play the drawing guessing game with me.”

“?”

Lu Ban was somewhat puzzled.

What did the drawing guessing game have to do with this?

Lu Ban didn’t understand.

“That’s just how she is, always looking for people to play various games. Sometimes it’s rock-paper-scissors, sometimes it’s a proverb game, sometimes it’s the drawing guessing game. It seems that only these games can interest her; otherwise, she doesn’t speak at all,” the nurse whispered in Lu Ban’s ear.

“Quite interesting,” he said, looking at the woman.

“Alright, let’s play. Who’s going to draw first?”

The woman didn’t respond but picked up a pen from the table and began to draw on some paper.

A few minutes later, the woman had produced a drawing and placed it against the glass for Lu Ban to see.

What Lu Ban saw was a contorted city, which included angles and structures that would not normally exist in regular space. It was hard to imagine that this was the work of a mentally ill person in just a few minutes.

If someone hadn’t told Lu Ban, he might have thought it was the work of an abstract artist.

“Isn’t this level of drawing guessing game a bit too high?” Lu Ban commented.

Normally, shouldn’t it involve drawings of cats and dogs, elephants and airplanes?

This sketch, although detailed, was completely indiscernible!

“…Is this the city you saw on the ship?” Lu Ban asked tentatively.

He didn’t know what the city was called, nor why this woman could depict it in such detail.

No, Lu Ban thought, the image was as if it were etched into the woman’s brain…it wasn’t that she was depicting the city; the city was haunting her.

“It’s right there,” the woman said, her voice containing a restrained quality.

“It’s right there!!!” Lu Ban noticed she clenched her fist tightly, her nails digging deep into her flesh.

“Yes, you are safe now,” he assured her.

Lu Ban consoled her.

“No, you don’t understand, it’s right there!”

The woman’s voice became frantic, her eyes filled with fear as she looked beyond Lu Ban, as if… focusing on something behind him.

“It’s right there!”

The woman screamed, staring hysterically at a spot behind Lu Ban, her fear palpable.

Lu Ban felt a chill and turned to look behind him.

Aside from the young nurse, there was nothing else there.

“What’s wrong?”

The young nurse, looking innocent, turned around when Lu Ban did, also glancing around her own surroundings, which were empty.

“No, it’s nothing.”

When Lu Ban turned back, he saw the woman’s face pressed against the glass, contorted in madness and distortion.

“It’s coming!”

“It’s coming!!”

“It’s coming!!!”

The woman’s words were garbled as she pressed herself against the glass, almost as if trying to climb it, creating a frightful sight. The young nurse was startled and called for the orderlies in a fluster.

Only after the woman had been subdued by the orderlies and given a sedative, slowly drifting off to sleep, did Lu Ban and the young nurse leave the ward.

“Has this woman always been like this?”

Lu Ban asked.

“She was actually alright before, just became agitated during her episodes, but it’s the first time it’s been this severe…”

The young nurse was still rattled. She looked at Lu Ban, hesitant to speak.

She couldn’t simply say that it was because of his arrival that the woman had become so frenzied, could she?

After this incident, Lu Ban and the nurse could only leave the intensive care building.

Lu Ban planned to wander around the mental hospital a bit longer, have a meal, and experience life there.

He arrived at the cafeteria where the food was bland, without spicy or greasy options. Lu Ban ordered stir-fried winter melon, a portion of potato and pork slices, a bowl of pork rib soup, and a moderate serving of rice. With his tray in hand, he sat down to eat.

The young nurse ate very little, sitting across from Lu Ban.

In the cafeteria for patients with mild conditions, sometimes medical staff would also eat here, creating an atmosphere as if the patients were leading normal lives.

While eating, a patient suddenly sat down next to Lu Ban.

After a couple of bites, he looked at Lu Ban.

“Are you Lu Ban?”

The patient suddenly asked.

Lu Ban was a bit startled and looked at the stranger; he was not an acquaintance.

“I’ve seen your movies, they are quite good.”

The man continued.

“Didn’t expect to have a fan here, thanks for the support.”

Lu Ban wasn’t sure whether to feel happy or sad.

“I heard you’re going to shoot a new movie, could you tell me about it? Look, after all, I can’t go to the cinema to watch it, right?”

The patient inquired with great curiosity.

“It’s about the story of searching for a missing novelist. If you want to watch it when the time comes, I can contact the director to organize an open-air cinema for us here at the hospital.”

Lu Ban answered briefly.

“Really? That would be great, I really like your movies, especially those actors, they seem so professional. Where do you find them?”

The patient continued to delve deeper.

“I didn’t find them; they found me.”

Lu Ban explained.

The patient asked a few more questions, and Lu Ban didn’t hide anything, replying casually.

After finishing his meal and noticing that the same person seemed to want to follow him, he found it strange and made up an excuse, quickly taking the young nurse aside.

“Nurse Tao, was that patient just now a severe case?”

Lu Ban inquired.

“Him? It seems he was transferred here a couple days ago, he’s a mild case.”

The young nurse was perplexed.

“Something’s not right.”

Lu Ban mused, then spoke again.

“Can you arrange for us to meet in the consultation room, just the two of us?”