The Strong Who Came Out of the Mental Hospital

Chapter 26: I'm not sick, you let me go

The nurses felt a sense of fear for the two patients in Ward 666.

The scenes of the past are vivid.

"Are you asleep?" the director asked.

"Sleep."

The director took a deep breath. The next communication will be very complicated and involve a lot of knowledge.

such as:

How to talk to the mental patient with the technical terminology of the spiritual patient.

Encyclopedia of mental patients.

at this time.

Lin Fan and Old Man Zhang sat up and looked at each other, "We are tired, we want to sleep, what do you have, really tired."

It's very tired.

But the two of them are very energetic.

The oil stains on their mouths glowed under the light.

The director asked: "What were you doing just now?"

Lin Fan said: "Sleep."

Old man Zhang said: "Sleep."

"Director, they didn't sleep. I can swear. It was really scary just now. He was holding a head in his hand and holding a leg in his hand. He must have eaten people." Li Ang did not believe that everything was a lie. They are lying, I really saw it.

The director frowned and refuted the mental patient's words. It was not a wise choice.

"Xiao Li, hallucinations are all hallucinations." The director tapped Xiao Li on the shoulder, comforting.

The director was observing the situation inside the house. The light bulb was taken off and there were signs of burning on the roof. He knew that Xiao Li was not lying. Something must have happened here.

He knows, but I just don't tell.

Taking a step forward, this step was very careful, squeaking, he stepped on something under his foot, he slowly looked down and found that it was a bone under his foot, but it did not look like a bone, it seemed to be a tooth of some kind of creature.

He just wanted to have in-depth contact with the two patients, and frankly retracted.

Look at it this way?

not simple.

Walked outside, took out his mobile phone, and called the dean.

Toot!

After a few rings, the phone went through.

"Dean, are you asleep?"

"If you are not sleeping, please come to Ward 666."

"If you are sleeping, please come over too."

"Yes, I can't solve it, yes, they are all waiting here."

The director who talked to the dean on the phone stood at the door and waited.

"The dean will come soon."

Dean Hao lives in a mental hospital.

I had just washed up and was about to go to bed listening to the sad music, but was called again by a phone call.

It didn't take long.

Dean Hao walked dignifiedly, his head full of white hair telling him what he has experienced over the years. He has become an old man in an upright manhood. Even his work and rest time has been disrupted. It is considered that he has black hair. Damn it. (Fifty or so are the prime of life, we are still children)

Ward 666 is a miracle of a mental hospital, and it is also the most dangerous ward.

Ordinary people cannot communicate with them at all.

Only he, the dean, can live in deterrence, and sometimes there are dangers, and he needs to pay attention to safety.

"The Dean."

Dean Hao nodded, then looked at the director, "What's the situation?"

The director leaned in the ear of the dean and whispered, explaining the situation here, and then pointed to the canine bone lying quietly on the ground.

Dean Hao walked into the house, picked up the bones on the ground and rubbed his fingers. He could confirm that these were dog teeth, but they were not ordinary dogs. These teeth were a bit thick and sharp.

He put his canine tooth in his pocket and came to the middle of the bed.

Although it is very close, but a safe distance away.

"What are you doing?"

Dean Hao controlled his tone very well, speaking slowly, not rushing, and talking slowly, creating a relatively safe atmosphere for the two of them.

"go to bed."

Lin Fan said in unison with Old Man Zhang.

Eat meat?

That is something that does not exist.

Dean Hao had long expected that the two would answer like this. He smelled the smell of meat in the house, as if it were dog meat. Thinking of the teeth in his pocket, he had an idea in his heart.

"Oh, sleep."

Dean Hao smiled, saw the light bulb placed on the ground, looked at the burnt marks on the roof, and the oil stains on the mouths of the two.

These are the details.

Dean Hao, who possesses absolute professional standards, has already constructed a picture of what has just happened in his mind.

Even he couldn't believe it.

Unexpectedly, they even cooked food with electricity.

Very similar to his undisclosed research.

Many mental patients have higher IQs than ordinary humans.

Since the IQ is so high, why do you become a mental patient?

Because there are many low-intellectual businessmen, and the high-intellectual businessmen are too few and outnumbered, their behavior is deemed unreasonable by people with low IQ, so they are said to be mentally ill.

He did not want to publish this research.

Because he is also scared.

Dean Hao found Lin Fan's crotch glowing, took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, and looked serious.

"Hand it over."

Lin Fan said calmly: "I didn't take it.

Dean Hao did not speak, but pointed to Lin Fan's crotch.

Lin Fan lowered his head and looked at the crotch.

"It's glowing."

"Well, give it to me."

Lin Fan opened his crotch, took out the flashlight, and handed it to Dean Hao.

Dean Hao's heart is as static as water, without any fluctuations. Last time he hid a hammer, but this time he hid a flashlight. For the patient, these are dangerous things.

You don't know what they will do.

But you just have to believe that even a nail clipper is dangerous in their hands.

The sound of an ambulance sounded outside.

Force the wave! Force the wave! Force the wave!

Dean Hao asked to install the light bulbs in the house. He glanced at the light bulbs, and it seemed that they would also be blocked here.

"Be obedient, go to sleep."

"Oh!"

Lin Fan lay down with Old Man Zhang, and fell asleep under the covers.

Everyone exited the room and closed the door.

The sound of rolling wheels of two emergency stretchers came, and several white coats hurried over.

"Where is the wounded?"

Needless to say, no need to ask.

Asking is a habit.

"You called the ambulance, and you find a solution." Dean Hao patted the director's shoulder and turned to leave.

The director looked at the dean's back with his mouth open, trying to say something, but didn't know how to say it.

"What about the patient? You can't just make phone calls. This is legal responsibility." Seeing that the doctor hadn't told them where the patient was, he couldn't help but rush.

The director looked around at his colleagues, then pointed at Li Ang and said, "He is a patient and needs to go to the hospital to see."

"Director, I'm not sick." Li Ang looked dogged.

The doctor waved his hand, and several colleagues grabbed Li Ang, "We don't have the final say whether you are sick or not. Go to the hospital and walk through the machine to know if you have any problems."

"I'm not sick, I don't go to the hospital, I'm really not sick."

Li Ang was struggling and roaring, almost stunned, what can I do, you guys don't overdo it.

The doctor asked the director, "Is he really sick?"

The director pondered for a moment, and said firmly: "Yes."

"Well, you are a professional in a mental hospital. If you say yes, then there will be." The doctor said.

quickly.

The doctors pushed the emergency stretcher away.

"I'm not sick."

"let me go……"

"I'm really not sick."

Gradually.

Force the wave!