Don't follow the rules

Chapter 70 The Fifth Hospital ([-])

A subtle and funny sense of absurdity slowly arose in Chunyu's heart. He shook his head vigorously, trying to get this thought out of his head.

not effectively.

He could only tell Ning Yao what he saw truthfully: "Not far ahead, a group of visually impaired people wearing sunglasses and eye masks gathered together to watch TV..."

Ning Yao thought about this scene for a second, and preset Chunyu's expression at this moment in her heart for a second, and laughed uncontrollably.

Chunyu patted him: "Don't go crazy, I'll take you there."

Ning Yao suppressed his smile and nodded, rubbed his face that hurt from laughing, and obediently grabbed his elbow sleeve.

They strolled down the corridor, pretending to walk in front of the TV without making a fuss.

Chunyu looked at the TV, which was playing "Calabash Baby". The plot happened to reach the point where the second baby saves his grandfather.The clairvoyance given by Senribai is inexplicably suitable for looping in the ophthalmology department.

However, what Ning Yao heard in his ears was obviously not such a light-hearted plot. He frowned: "What the hell? Beep, did you find any secret organization's radio station?"

Chunyu: "No, we are watching Calabash Baby save grandpa."

Ning Yao realized in seconds: "Second baby?"

Chunyu: "That's right...I always feel like this is implying something."

Ning Yao: "Suggesting that you will be killed thousands of miles away?"

Chunyu was too lazy to speak, but moved forward, getting closer to the crowd sitting in front of the TV.

Some of them were dressed in the very common blue and white striped hospital gowns, and some were in casual clothes. They seemed to have just come from the ophthalmology clinic just like the two of them.The same thing is: they all wear white medical goggles that are unified with the Ning Yao standard.

Of course, some of the onlookers didn't wear eyepatch. They wore big sunglasses, the lenses almost covered their eyebrows, and they couldn't see the state of their eyes clearly behind the lenses.The uniform hospital gowns they were wearing were also washed white, as if they had lived here for a long time.

Chunyu hesitated for a long time after holding in his words for a long time, and was finally asked by Zui Ning Yao, "I said, can you watch TV?"

Hearing this, the crowd turned their heads in unison, and Chunyu immediately raised his guard level when he saw this, and blocked Ning Yaoge behind him.

However, the atmosphere was not as tense as imagined. On the contrary, they were quite harmonious and friendly.

The uncle closest to the two of them was an "old patient" wearing sunglasses. He held the hands of the two of them familiarly and brought them to the TV: "Look, we have new friends again."

The uncle patted the backs of the two of them: "Don't be nervous, let me introduce myself to you first." After finishing speaking, he held their hands one by one with his generous palms, as if he was in charge of the overall situation.

Chunyu has always been indifferent, and originally planned to not bother to show off his face, and just play tricks.But from the corner of his eye, he inadvertently caught Ning Yao's extremely subtle flinching movement when he touched the uncle's palm.This made him immediately change the mode of getting along with this group of patients and began to be friendly.

He passed the old man in the middle and put his arms around Ning Yao, and introduced him, an autistic son who was blind since he was a child, in the tone of an old father.

Ning Yao was also surprisingly cooperative, not saying a word, pretending to be really autistic.

None of the patients raised any objections, no one thought that they didn't look like father and son, and no one asked their ages aloud.Not only did no one think that Chunyu was fooling himself, but they all began to comfort this difficult single father.He also moved the seats to make room for the father and son to watch TV.

Chunyu expressed his gratitude to them.

The leading man seemed to have a lot of say among the patients. He generously said that every day after dinner and before going to bed, TV programs would be played here for everyone, and two seats with good views could be reserved for the two of them. .

Chunyu glanced at the group of visually impaired patients dumbfounded: "Thank you so much, my son who has been blind since he was a child loves watching TV the most."

"You're welcome, you're welcome. We should help each other." The patients smiled amiably and didn't feel anything was wrong at all.

Ning Yao was held by Chun Yu's neck pretending to be his grandson, and when no one was paying attention, he quietly tugged at the corner of his clothes.

Chunyu realized in seconds, greeted the enthusiastic patients for a while, and took his son to leave the TV social circle with an excuse.

"What did you find?" Chunyu led him away from the crowd.

Ning Yao wiped away the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead: "Just now that person held my hand, it gave me a shock."

"how?"

"Although I don't have your various detection methods, but according to my meager life experience-it doesn't look like a living hand."

Chunyu secretly raised several alert levels: "Not like a living person?"

Ning Yao explained: "In other words, at least it doesn't look like the hand of a healthy person. It's skinny and lifeless, the skin is tough and not elastic, and even carries the coolness of a person who just passed away."

He shrugged: "Of course, I can't see it. This is just my conclusion based on my sense of touch."

"I..." Chunyu seemed a little annoyed, "My senses are blinded, and I can't detect any useful information at all. I shouldn't get angry for a while. I should wait for forgiveness."

Ning Yao curled her lips: "How can he be so powerful? Last time, he was fooled by my painting sister."

Chunyu: "There is a specialization in art, and Rao Qian's skills can just break through today's situation."

Ning Yao was curious: "What did you just see over there? It feels like you had a large social gathering, and it was a role-playing type."

Chunyu was embarrassed for a second, but quickly adjusted his mentality: "It was wrong from that uncle. You said that what you touched was a hand that was 'not like a living person', but what I touched was just a warm and dry hand. The generous palms are as ordinary as the elders in the family. The patients sitting there, except that they are all blindfolded, also look very ordinary human beings."

He paused: "But not only were they given wrong vision like me, but even basic common sense was covered."

Ning Yao reacted: "Is that the one where you said I was blind since I was a child and loved watching TV?"

Chunyu nodded, and suddenly realized that Ning Yao couldn't see him nodding now, so he quickly said, "That's right, they don't think there is any conflict between [blindness] and [watching TV] at all."

Ning Yao was thoughtful: "It's understandable, after all, they are blind and watching TV at the same time."

Chunyu looked back at the group of patients, thinking and murmuring: "Who conveyed this concept to them?"

"Compared to that," Ning Yao interrupted him, "I care more about how we get out. Judging from the joint operation of doctors and nurses, if a patient is tricked into being hospitalized here, there is no way for him to go out again."

Chunyu Silence, based on past experience, even if he couldn't escape from the strange stories quickly, he could at least find a place to stay, collect information, and wait for the opportunity.

But now, his eyes are completely untrustworthy, how can he collect information to decipher the world view in the strange talk?
It is impossible to understand the strange stories, let alone heal or eradicate them.

"Archive room?" Chunyu was surprised. Just now, he was still thinking about looking for information, and immediately an archive room appeared in front of him.

He looked around and saw that no patient or nurse noticed them, so he reached out and gently opened the file room door.

But the moment he stretched out his hand, Ning Yao precisely grabbed his wrist.

"Don't open."

"Can you see it?"

Ning Yao was unusually serious: "My double-layered eye mask... is transmitting light."

(End of this chapter)