The President's Favorite Stunning Beauty

Chapter 164 The Mental Hospital in the Slums (2)
A man in black casual clothes, a baseball cap, and a large black plastic bag got out of a taxi that had just stopped on the side of the road.

From the entire hundred-dollar bill that he threw to the driver with his slender right hand, it was clear that he definitely passed a short distance.

After getting off the car, he walked directly towards the alley, and found his destination within a few turns.

In such a corner, if you are so familiar, you can find the destination, and you can see that it is definitely not the first time for him to come here.

He stood at the gate of the old courtyard and looked inside the rusty iron gate.

Inside the high courtyard wall, on some stone benches around the old concrete field, on the ground, and in the grass, there were a few people with various expressions of sinister, distorted, sluggish, and crazy sitting in a mess.

There is no doubt that it is hard to imagine that this is a mental hospital without looking at the expressions of these people inside.

A hospital with such a dilapidated environment is still hard to imagine in the hearts of ordinary people.

However, there is no way, the poor also suffer from mental illness, and they cannot go to a good, high-end mental hospital.

Only by coming to such a madhouse, these patients cannot get good treatment or care here.

The most basic guarantee is that they can stay in the yard without escaping from the courtyard wall and not affecting the lives of other normal people.

places like this.

Here comes a man in black casual clothes, a baseball cap on his head, sunglasses in his eyes, he can't tell what he looks like, but he appears outside the courtyard from the clear lines of the side faces and the hard-to-disguise elite temperament. Being seen by normal people is very eye-catching, but the people in this yard are all mentally ill.

Therefore, these patients naturally cannot see any specific difference between him and them.

He also doesn't look outstanding and noticeable, but that's all right.

Such a situation is exactly what young men need.

Even if someone in the yard cast their eyes on the man inadvertently, the man did not hide it. He still lowered his head and stood outside the iron gate very casually, waiting for the iron gate to open from the inside.

An old man with cloudy eyes in the reception room next to the courtyard gate, with age spots on his face and wrinkled but expressionless face, saw a young man in black who had also been here last week walking outside the rusty iron gate.

He staggered and took out a bunch of keys from the reception room and walked out.

The distance of less than three or four meters was stunned by him for a few seconds.

The man in black looked around and found that no one was passing by in the small alleys next to him, so he was not in a hurry.

Let the old man tremblingly hold the key to open the big brass lock.

A few seconds later, the old man opened the courtyard door to a distance that the man could pass through, and then stood beside the iron gate, waiting for the young man to enter.

"Xiaoye, are you coming to see Old Wu again?" Looking at the young man in black casual clothes, he walked in from outside.

The old man with age spots on his face spoke unclear words from his mouth.

From the opening and closing of his purple-black old thin lips, the man in black could see that the old man's teeth were yellow and black and incomplete.

Seeing this, the young man's eyes hidden behind the sunglasses became even more impatient, and his steps stepped up a bit.

Frowning tightly, it was obvious that he didn't like it here.

"Yeah." The man in black turned his head and took a quick look at the old man, then nodded slightly.

His voice was so low that it sounded like it was pulled directly from his chest or vocal cords.

After dealing with the old man's words, he strode directly towards the concrete field.

The old man watched the young man striding inside, with a smile in his cloudy eyes.

Then, he yelled carefully to the young man's back.

"Old Wu should be in the back lawn."

After shouting, he slowly closed the rusty iron door, and then re-locked the big copper lock in the middle of the door.

Completely isolate the small world inside from the outside world.

Earth, heaven, hell.

In fact, there is no scale or principle to measure in this big dyeing vat of rich ink and color.

The world, or every corner of the city.

Something different happens every day, or even the same thing.

Each has its own posture and color!

The old man stood still and watched quietly after the young man in black disappeared around the corner of the building with gray cement walls.

Then he staggered towards the reception room.

A small area of ​​silence followed his footsteps with his lisp.

"Old Wu is so lucky. He has lived here for two years, and he still has the son of his former friend come to see him. He is such a good guy. He comes every week, and every time he comes, he brings a big Pack things, eat, play, drink, everything, hey, people, life, he must have burned a lot in his previous life."

Wearing a black casual outfit, a baseball cap and dark glasses, the young man carried a big black belt and followed the direction pointed by the old man in the reception room to the back lawn.

As he walked along, there was a breeze blowing everywhere on the gray-black concrete floor, and some green fallen leaves that the cleaning staff hadn't had time to clean up or even didn't clean up.

It made the whole dilapidated yard that faintly exudes the smell of earth and green grass look a bit depressing and desolate.

The young man walked in a little bit, and sure enough, there was a black and thin middle-aged man with a scruffy beard in a whitened hospital striped suit sitting on the lawn that caught his eye.

The man had been sitting on the edge of the lawn, facing the gray concrete wall of the building, with his back facing the direction in which the young man was walking, sitting with his knees tucked.

The young man walked up to him and sat down in a few strides, and handed him the big bag in his hand.

"This is a doll for you. When you are bored, keep it for playing. If there is any accident, you can also keep it as evidence."

The young man sat down beside him, and said in a low and slow voice.

Such a tone is so low that only the middle-aged man next to him can hear it.

When he came today, he saw the middle-aged man sitting alone so quietly and silently, so he knew that the man was awake at the moment.

For a moment, the lingering depression in his heart was a little less.

After all, it's really hard to communicate with a psychopath.

"En. I see." The middle-aged man turned his head and glanced at him, then his eyes fell on the bag that the young man had just handed to him.

Hidden in the long beard, there was an unknown smile on the left corner of the mouth.

(End of this chapter)