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Bai Zhijin was accused of killing Illyan. His parents rushed over to his side and saw that the once spirited child had turned into a wooden figure. His mother cried like a tearful person as she held onto Bai Zhijin and shook him with all her might, but he was just like a puppet, swaying from side to side as his mother shook him. The father just kept sighing and didn't know what to say. He complained in his heart that he didn't communicate enough with the child normally, which resulted in the child's mental problems.

Only after a long time did Bai Zhijin become willing to speak. However, he only spoke a few words, and his eyes were glazed. It was impossible for others to feel that he was still alive. His parents wanted nothing more than to kneel down before him, so he told them everything. In front of his parents, Bai Zhijin did not hide anything from them.

His parents were stunned when they heard this: What happened to his child? Was he insane? But when he spoke, his thoughts were clear, and he described the details in such a way that it was hard not to believe. Son, what's the matter with you?

They found Xiao Gang and chatted with him for a long time. Finally, Xiao Gang sighed, "We've looked through Bai Zhijin's diary. He likes Yilin, so he has to make an imaginary enemy out of it. The Withered Leaf was the one who killed Yilin in his memory, and she was the one who did all the bad things."

"Who is the Withered Leaf?" the mother asked urgently. She wanted to know what kind of person the child knew.

"Ai, the Withered Leaf doesn't even exist, it's just a fake!" Xiao Gang shook his head, "Forgive me for being blunt, but Bai Zhijin might have severe delusions, but this is also a type of mental illness. The patient is immersed in his own fictional world and is unable to give an explanation."

Xiao Gang continued, "Generally speaking, there are two kinds of people who produce this kind of situation: one is especially lonely, the other is very lonely, the only child, especially in the family, is especially good or bad. This kind of situation is most likely to happen, because they are lonely, they will make up some friends, and after a long time, they will think that those friends really exist. There is another situation, which is that after committing a mistake, people's thoughts will be greatly frustrated, and they will also have delusions. For example, Bai Zhi Jin might have accidentally killed Yi Lin, but he could not believe it. He could not forgive himself, so he made up a character, the Withered Leaf, and then pushed all the blame onto her … "

Bai Zhijin's parents were dumbstruck.

The final test proved that Bai Zhijin had a serious delusion and was sent to a prison mental hospital for treatment. Bai Zhijin did not resist and did not speak. He allowed the police to escort him to the mental hospital.

Psychiatric hospital, a crazy and twisted world. All normal people live in the same world together, and every mentally ill person walks through two worlds, and every person has a different world. They lived in a world they created, and if they left that world, they would be judged by the so-called doctors to be "better."

Bai Zhijin felt very healthy and normal. When he was suddenly accused of mental illness and the withering leaf butterfly didn't exist, he immediately collapsed. He was at a loss as to who to trust. The Withered Leaf didn't exist? Then who had he been chatting with all night online? The Withered Leaf didn't exist? So who did he date with? Go to the park? The Withered Leaf didn't exist? Then who killed Illyan? Recalling that the fingerprint on her neck was her own, Bai Zhijin felt his heartbeat quicken and he felt unconfident. Could it be that I really killed Yelin? But I was in the bathroom!

What was going on? Do I really have schizophrenia? Bai Zhijin hugged his head in pain. His head was in severe pain, as if it was about to be torn apart.

In the mental hospital, Bai Zhijin felt that he was out of place with them. They were all sloppily trapped in their own world, with a brother who always thought he could fly on a broom. Every time he saw him, he would drag his swollen face to bed, ride on the broom, and calmly shout, "Fly, hedgehog!" With the next push, the broom broke away from the bed and he fell headlong under the attraction of the earth.

The impact was so heavy that he fell head first onto the ground, causing the ground to shake, but he seemed to be immune to it. He only shook his head as if nothing had happened, stood up, dragged the broom up to the bed again, and, as before, mounted the broom and shouted, "Fly again, hedgehog, fall down again …"

It was like a loop that constantly played back. He never felt tired, never gave up. Perhaps, in his world, people could definitely fly, but his own cultivation was not enough.

These types of enthusiasts are common in mental hospitals, where everyone lives in their own way. Living in such a noisy and crazy environment, Bai Zhijin's life was truly like a year. If he continued living like this, he might really suffer from a mental breakdown.

It was late at night, but Bai Zhijin could not fall asleep. He lay in bed, tossing and turning, his mind in a mess. Faces flashed before his eyes, but he did not know who they were.

In order to prevent accidental injuries, every mental patient had their own room. Although it was small, it was still their own room. At this time, the mental hospital also quieted down, the soundproofing effect of the room was very bad, and the sound of snoring could be heard from next door.

"You want to get out of here, don't you?" A voice suddenly sounded. Bai Zhijin's eyes immediately widened. The room was completely dark. There was only the sound of 'Zi Zi'. His hands were trembling as he turned on the lights. The light was still as white as before. There was no one inside. He shook his head helplessly. He must be talking to himself.

"I can help you!" The voice came again. This time, it was very true. It was definitely not an illusion. Bai Zhijin suddenly sat up from the bed. There was no sign of him in the room, but he was able to discern the direction of the voice — it was coming from outside the door. There was someone outside.

Who could it be? Who would be outside in the middle of the night? Bai Zhijin's heart started beating faster, but he did not retreat. He randomly put on his clothes, jumped off the bed, and abruptly pulled the door open. There was a person standing outside. God, it was the Withered Leaf. The Withered Leaf was dressed in black and stood straight. The wound on her face had healed completely, as if it hadn't cut her the last time.

"You …!" Bai Zhijin's teeth were clattering in pain, and he was at a loss for words.

"You've suffered!" The withering leaf butterfly's voice was very low and a little hoarse, as if it had been crying before, "I'll save you!"

"You … You still have the face to come! It is not your fault that I have fallen to this day! " Bai Zhijin roared. He raised his fist and punched towards the Withered Leaf. The Withered Leaf didn't dodge and just stood there, punching her in the face. Her mouth was bleeding.

Bai Zhijin did not stop, and finally found a place to vent his anger. He did not attack, nor did he attack. Instead, he raised his fist and punched the Withered Butterfly, as if this was the only way to relieve his anger. His fists rained down on the Withered Leaf's body. She stood motionlessly like a sandbag, allowing Bai Zhijin to use all his strength to "bombard" her.

Only then did he stop. The Withered Leaf had been beaten black and blue by him, and her eyes were still glistening with tears. Seeing her sorry state, she even felt an inexplicable pain in her heart, he hated himself for being so soft-hearted. The Withered Leaf was the killer of Yilin, how could he forgive her for crying a few tears.

Originally, a few days ago, Bai Zhijin suspected that he was really mentally ill, but today, he didn't think so – since the Withered Leaf existed, the pain in his hand definitely wasn't a figment of his imagination.

"Are you feeling better?" She lowered her head, and her messy hair covered her face. Sparkling tears flowed down her cheeks. "If you're still angry at me, then give me another beating!"

Bai Zhijin fiercely said, "If I beat you ten more times, I won't be able to vent my anger. Even if I have to cut you into a thousand pieces, will Yilin come back?" As he spoke, he actually began to cry. For the past few days, he had been fantasizing about taking revenge for Yilin. He had always wanted to dismember the Withered Leaf into pieces, but when he saw the Withered Leaf and the Withered Leaf that could not fight back, his heart softened. After all, this was a girl who loved him dearly.

The Withered Leaf Butterfly cried softly. "I know you will never forgive me, but I really can't forgive Illyan. She stole my lover. This is unforgivable …" Bai Zhijin, I really love you. I love you so much that I feel like I'm going crazy. I love you so much that I don't even know who I am anymore. Seeing you suffer here, my heart is as painful as a knife cutting through it. I will bring you out now! "

Bai Zhijin really wanted to leave this abnormal world as soon as possible.

"How did you get here!" Bai Zhijin suddenly thought of this problem.

"Don't forget my power!" "My love for you is guiding me. No matter where you are, I will find you!"

Bai Zhijin was not moved by these words. Instead, he felt a chill run down his spine. But it was better than staying in a mental hospital, Bai Zhijin didn't say anything more and followed the Withered Leaf anyway.

If that time at Hong Shan Park was still a small test, tonight's prison break would be a big show. Bai Zhijin had just experienced the power of the Withered Butterfly tonight, he would be a flying female hero.

Withered leaf butterflies leap from building to building like spidermen, and can perform many difficult maneuvers in the air. The prison guard who had rushed over after hearing the news was kicked into the air before he could find his target. The Withered Leaf was like a black elf, shuttling back and forth between the houses, but he could not see her figure. He could only hear the sound of the wind blowing, and he could only see the guards rushing over in a flurry.

Bai Zhijin was dumbstruck. He held his breath, as if he was admiring a spiritual action. Even though all the guards had guns in their hands, they could not hurt the Withered Leaf at all. She was like an agile cat, struggling to survive through the gaps of bullets. It was as if he was playing a thrilling game, but also as if he was a master of acrobatics who was performing with ease. It made people feel anxious, but at the same time, it also made them extremely confident.

From time to time, painful moans came from the ground. The grey faced guards were in a sorry state as they fell down on the ground, their guns kicked to who knows where, their empty hands groping about in the air, most of them were not fatally injured, but they were all kicked by the flying leg of the Withered Leaf Butterfly, causing them to roll on the ground in pain. They were unable to get up for the time being, perhaps they also knew how merciful the Withered Leaf Butterfly was.