I really don't want to hang up

Chapter 427
No matter which society you are in, there is a place for crazy people.

Arthur is crazy, and Jack is also crazy.

Therefore, they were sent to the lunatic asylum, which could even be called St. Peter's lunatic asylum according to the name of the foggy era.

From 2000 years ago, lunatics were locked up here, their crazy words were locked, and they were isolated from the world.

Even more coincidentally, Jack and Arthur were locked in the same ward.

"I still don't understand why things are the way they are."

Jack was squatting in front of the hospital bed, holding a fruit knife in his hand, and was peeling an apple.

His hands are very dexterous, and it seems that he is good at everything related to eating, drinking and merrymaking in this world.

Flipping with a few fingers, the apple reveals its flesh as if taking off its clothes, while the apple skin is connected together and can be pulled into a continuous strip.

After peeling the apple, Jack swallowed and handed the whole apple to Arthur.

At this time, Arthur's limbs were bound, only his head could move slightly, and his eyes were roving.

Now he is really like the prisoner in the cave fable, at least, the treatment is the same.

Even eating apples requires Jack to wait on him.

Arthur finished the apple in two or three bites, Jack threw the core into the trash can, picked up the peel himself, and sighed again.

"How did things turn out like this?!"

Jack repeats this question every day, and he really can't figure it out.

I originally followed the large army to snipe Arthur.

Who would have thought that it would be fine if he was betrayed by his teammates, and it was not the first time that he was backstabbed.

Jack doesn't blame them, Jack understands that it's just an instinct, an instinct that can't be refused.

It's just that Jack thought that with his own identity and status, he wouldn't suffer anywhere.

then
He was thrown into a lunatic asylum and locked up with Arthur.

Every day Arthur ate an apple, and he ate the apple peel.

That's right, apple peel.

Arthur is rich and can enjoy all the best and worst things in this world. Even if he becomes a lunatic, he is still a rich lunatic.

Jack is different.
He has no money to live in a madhouse!
At least, I can't afford to live in this class.

If Jack wants to receive treatment, he has to work part-time for the hospital and participate in Arthur's treatment process in exchange for a single bed and two meals of apple peels a day.

Every time he thought of this, Jack gritted his teeth with hatred.

This evil money society!

On the plate in front of Jack, there were apple peels and a glass of water.

He is ready to eat.

It's just that Jack's dining method is very formal, just like a real veteran.

He wants to pray first.

Jack muttered words,

"Section 5 of Chapter [-] of the Holy Code, the holy descendants will enjoy the most delicious meat and the sweetest honey. Under the blessing of the holy descendants, we will enjoy meat and honey"

After reading, Jack closed his eyes, picked up the apple peel, and gnawed it down, like chewing barbecue.

After swallowing a few mouthfuls, Jack showed an expression of enjoyment, and did not forget to take a gulp of clear water, expressing emotion from the depths of his soul.

so sweet -

Patients in a lunatic asylum naturally have no privacy at all.

Every minute and every second of them is under surveillance, used to monitor them, and also to assist in treatment.

Jack is no exception.

The scene of him eating was captured by the camera and displayed on a huge screen.

Beside the screen, stood a group of people in white coats, all of whom were doctors from this lunatic asylum.

Au is among them.

Dr. Hartmann is still the attending doctor. Even after going through the previous incident, there is no problem with his response, the treatment results are also very good, and the administrator can't find any faults.

"Everyone pay attention, we have observed an unprecedented phenomenon."

Dr. Hartman pulls in and does a close-up of Jack while throwing a lot of data around the screen, all about Jack,
"What Jack ate was just the peel of the apple. Of course, the energy contained in the peel of the apple can meet the needs of an adult, as well as the potion we prepared for him.

Pay attention, here comes the strange place, when he eats the apple peel, his brain’s reaction is the same as eating meat, today he eats roast leg of lamb, drinks water, and also gets the feedback of drinking honey water , his body will secrete a large amount of insulin, but he does not consume these sugars at all, so he is in a state of low blood sugar for a long time."

Listening to Dr. Hartman's introduction, everyone showed surprised expressions.

Entering this medical team, they thought that the focus of treatment would be Mr. Arthur, but they did not expect that Dr. Hartman led everyone to study Jack.

In Dr. Hartman's words, Arthur's mental illness was rare contagious.

Jack was the case infected by Arthur, but the disease was milder.

After Jack is cured, there is a chance to kill Arthur.

"We've tweaked the flavors from apple peel, to pears, grapes, even real meat"

Dr. Hartman pulled out the daily data and concluded,
"As long as it is food, when it enters Jack's mouth, his brain thinks that he is eating meat. As for what kind of meat he is eating, it does not depend on the objective facts, but on Jack's subjective will. The roast beef-flavored apple peel is eaten by him. Going down, it feels like eating sashimi, everyone, do you know what this means?"

Everyone has never seen such a thing, let alone heard of such a case.

Relying on subjective will to directly affect one's own bodily functions?
This kind of thing did exist, but it was unheard of like Jack.

Facing Dr. Hartman's question, everyone immediately fell into deep thought, and finally became confused, shaking their heads in unison.

They don't know what it means.

Dr. Hartman showed a seasoned smile and said,
"That means, we can write a lot of papers with Jack."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and soon they showed expressions of sudden realization, and roared with laughter.

By adjusting the input apple peel, different output results can be obtained.

Is there better experimental material than Jack?

Based on this alone, each of them can write three to five papers without repetition!

A well-timed joke eased the atmosphere and made everyone work harder.

Dr. Hartman clapped his hands to silence everyone,
"All the data has been sent to your mailboxes. You can start to design treatment plans and experimental plans. Once approved, you can enter clinical trials. All of you present are top medical scientists. I don't need to talk about many things. Let's start."

The people in the white coats dispersed in a rush, their eyes sparkling with excitement. They are engaged in a great cause—that is, to save all mankind!
As long as Arthur is cured.

Among the crowd, there was one person who did not move.

Dr. Hartmann happened to want him to stay, too.

Awu stepped forward, showing an apologetic expression,
"Dr. Hartmann, what happened last time, I'm so sorry, I didn't see it"

"The past is the past."

Dr. Hartman waved his hand, indicating that he was relieved.

A group of lunatics attacked the attending doctor, such a thing could not be more common.

Dr. Hartman changed the topic,
"Is there a lot of pressure outside now?"

Awu shook his head, "It's not big, but it can still withstand it."

Dr. Hartmann, relieved, said to himself,
"That's good, there is still time. What is most lacking now is time. Only by curing these two people as soon as possible can we stop this catastrophe"

"By the way, the administrator has approved the information you applied for."

With that said, Awu took out a document and handed it to Dr. Hartman.

This document is very important.

Jack's personal profile has never been established, whether it is DNA or various biological characteristics, he cannot be matched with anyone.

No one who knew Jack could be found.

Therefore, Dr. Hartman applied to the administrator to retrieve all of Jack's information.

In this society, obtaining such information is a big deal, and the administrator must personally approve it, which has been delayed until today.

After receiving the file bag, Dr. Hartman quickly tore it open and took out the files inside.

Just taking a look, Dr. Hartman's face became extremely miserable, whiter than the bones that had been dead for a year.

The file is thin, just a single sheet of paper.

There was only one sentence written on a piece of paper:

【Check no such person】.

　This one is 2400, and there is another one, sent around 12 o'clock, and it is being coded

　　
　
(End of this chapter)