The Strong Who Came Out of the Mental Hospital

night!

The wind today is very noisy.

The Castle Peak Mental Hospital is not peaceful at all.

Guard office.

Xiao Qi is holding his mobile phone and scrolling through the TV series. At the age of twenty-five this year, he has little ambition. He has a small house and a mobile phone is enough to live a boring life.

Think of some young people pointing to the sky: I swear to the sky, I must have a fortune in the future, hug the left and right, live in the villa and drive the luxury car, eat the wild game, drink the strongest wine, and play the most sassy girl ...

He sneered at these.

Think unrealistic.

Happiness and happiness are often the simplest.

For example, he is like this now, holding his mobile phone and watching TV series, is the happiest life.

It is his happiest thing to be able to apply to be a security guard at the Castle Peak Mental Hospital.

I thought it was dangerous.

Later I found out that it was very easy, and there was basically nothing to do.

This work lasted five years.

He has dedicated his best five years of youth here, without regrets, and even a little proud. Even if he does change jobs in the future, his work experience here can make a brilliant mark on his resume.

I have worked in the Castle Peak Mental Hospital for five years.

I just want to ask, where the guard is not good enough for me.

"It's another restless night."

Xiao Qi grabbed the crotch of his pants, turned off the phone, took out the sticker with eyes from the drawer, and closed his eyes and put it on.

This is very overbearing.

Pretend not to sleep.

His invention was praised by Dean Hao.

It’s good to be young, to turn your mind fast, to have ideas, and to think of such a good way.

He leaned back in his chair, breathing slowly.

The noisy wind outside stopped.

With Xiao Qi's rhythmic breathing, he entered his dreamland.

The night is quiet.

The chirping of insects can be heard quietly.

Two heads slowly appeared from the guard window. They carefully watched the situation inside the guard, and then slowly fell.

"He fell asleep."

"Then we can leave secretly."

Lin Fan and Old Man Zhang squatted, sneaking away from the guard.

There was no movement.

Light hands and feet, it will never attract attention, that is, Xiao Qi's snoring sound is a bit loud, and when combined with the sound of insects, it is like a symphony.

In the corridor.

The nursing worker Sun can take over from Li Ang's class and inspect the situation in every ward. His eyes are very big, and people usually call him big eyes.

Stay in Ward 666.

He shook the flashlight, a beam of light shone inside, no one could be seen, but he could see the quilt bulging up, obviously sleeping in the bed.

Sun Neng smiled.

This sleeping habit is very similar to him.

When he thought that these two were mental patients, he narrowed his smile.

similar?

This sounds really unpleasant.

Without suspicion, the patrol continued.

If it is not for the bright ceiling lights to illuminate the corridor, such a quiet corridor makes people feel very flustered.

In the city streets.

Lin Fan walked with Old Man Zhang for several hours.

"I'm so tired." Old Man Zhang said.

"I am carrying you." Lin Fan squatted in front of Lao Zhang and said back.

"Are you tired?"

"will not."

"Oh!"

Lao Zhang lay on Lin Fan's back, his arms around Lin Fan's neck.

The two were walking in a sparsely populated street, and occasionally a drunk man passed by. When they saw the two of them, they would be drunk and yelled at them.

Then he left leisurely.

For the two of them, it was just standing there, looking at each other with a smile.

"Lin Fan, shall we go to the hospital now?" Old Man Zhang asked.

"We will pass tomorrow." Lin Fan replied.

"Then where are we going now?" Old man Zhang asked again.

Lin Fan thought for a while, then smiled: "Let's go find that good sister."

They remember the direction and know where the position is.

In front of the shop.

Lin Fan stood in front of the shop with Lao Zhang on his back, looked at the contents of the shop, and thought for a while. It would definitely not work to go empty-handed, at least to buy a box of milk.

The owner of the small shop is a middle-aged man with few guests at night. Sometimes people passing by will come in to buy a pack of cigarettes. He will close the door at about three or four o'clock.

at this time.

He was sitting at the cash register and swiping his phone, and when he looked up outside, he was frightened by them and almost screamed.

Standing at the door most of the night without moving.

I want to scare people to death.

Fortunately, his psychological quality is excellent, and he directly supports it.

He held the mobile phone in one hand, and quietly reached into the smoke cabinet with the other hand, holding the handle of the machete. If the two outside dared to mess around, he would definitely slap the machete on the smoke cabinet as soon as possible, and shouted:

"Get out of here!"

He noticed the clothing of the two.

Something is wrong.

Very familiar.

Just forget where I saw it.

When he was thinking about clothes, Lin Fan walked in with Lao Zhang on his back. The shocked shopkeeper's grip on the handle increased again, and he slowly pulled out the machete.

But because of the cover of the smoke cabinet, he successfully blocked his flustered heart.

He looked at the two.

Just want to see what you guys want to do.

Lin Fan carried a box of milk, then another ham sausage, handed the ham sausage to Lao Zhang, and came to the counter.

"Boss, how much is it."

"Fifty-five."

He took out Zou Baba's money from his pocket.

Bill, please.

He carried the milk and walked outside with Lao Zhang on his back.

The shopkeeper looked at the strange two people, and saw the words printed on the back of their clothes, suddenly panicked.

Damn it!

Castle Peak Mental Hospital.

Seeing these six words, he finally remembered that the clothes were worn by mental patients.

Just now, he actually wanted to take out a machete to scare them away.

Thinking of my previous actions, I was afraid for a while.

To deal with mental illness, a machete is definitely useless.

It is even possible that the opponent snatched the machete in his hand and then hacked him to death.

It feels terrifying just thinking about it.

The news headlines for the next day have been thought out.

【Shock! 】

[The owner of the small shop was hacked to death by a mental patient late at night. 】

Originally, the owner wanted to have a while, but after experiencing this incident, he had no idea at all. He directly pulled down the rolling door, turned off the lights and went to the attic, hiding under the covers and brushing the circle of friends.

【terrible! I just came to my shop to buy something with mental illness. It's great to be alive. 】

Lin Fan walked alone in the black night with Lao Zhang on his back.

Occasionally when there are street lights.

There will be a faint light on both of them.

"Do you want to eat?" Lao Zhang asked when he stretched the ham to Lin Fan's mouth.

Lin Fan said, "I'm not hungry, you can eat it."

"Oh!"

Lao Zhang continued to eat the ham, and then asked, "Can I drink milk."

"This can't work. The milk is for that good sister. I'll buy you a new one."

Lin Fan turned and turned back.

It didn't take long.

They stood alone in front of the closed shop.

"closed."