What is it like to be misunderstood as a murderer all the time?

There was a dead silence in the Broadway Opera House, and there was a hint of anxiety and panic in the eyes of everyone. Some people had never heard of this name, and asked in a low voice, "Excuse me, who is Mr. Chen you are talking about?"

"Are you new here? You don't even know Mr. Chen's name?"

Immediately, someone stood up and gave him a supplementary setting, "He is a legendary perverted murderer. He is cruel and ruthless, and he will not let go of Wangcai raised by the victim's family!"

"There are rumors that he was shot dead by the police on the spot, and there are also rumors that the weapons of mass destruction discovered by the United States in Iraq are actually this person, and there are even rumors that he was a senior member of the SS."

"You are all hearsay. I was a witness back then. I saw with my own eyes that he held two bricks by himself and smashed away more than 50 city management officers in the vegetable market."

"Those who have seen his true colors are now two meters high in the struggle grass, don't act rashly, everyone backs off, and we are no match for this man."

Mr. Chen just stood there, with his head slightly lowered, without saying a word.Although he tried his best to maintain an indifferent mood on the surface, his legs began to tremble unseen.

One by one, what kind of stuff do they make up their own myths?He almost said that he was Lord Hades!

Don't look at me like that, what the hell, what if you reveal your secrets later?

Su Zhao bumped his elbow lightly on his arm, and said in a low voice, "Don't stand still, prepare to make some noise."

"Make some noise?"

Mr. Chen will not understand the meaning of the other party for a while.

Su Zhao who was standing aside impatiently added in a low voice, "Hurry up."

He tried hard to recall every move of those perverted murderers and crazy and dangerous mental patients in his mind, and finally raised his head slowly, trying to suppress the fear in his heart, stretched out his hand and slapped it slowly.

pat.

It's like a light clap.

There was a soft sound from the opera house where the needles could be heard, and everyone's eyes fell on Mr. Chen. Even a small movement was enough to arouse everyone's vigilance.What's more, it is a legendary murderous monster.

Everyone's hearts couldn't help hanging up, and they looked at each other in blank dismay.

"What is he doing?"

"I don't know, I always have an ominous premonition in my heart, as if some threat is approaching..."

"I heard that Mr. Chen likes to create some weird sense of ritual before he strikes. Is this a signal that he is about to strike? Who will go first? I will cover you from behind."

"No, listen, is there any strange sound behind you?"

As soon as the voice fell, before everyone could react, there was a loud bang from the door behind them, which directly interrupted everyone's guessing.

The door was suddenly opened, and a huge leather boot stayed in the air, kicking up a cloud of dust, as if flaunting its presence.

"who is it?"

Everyone looked at the door in surprise and anxiety.

A tall man holding a giant blade and wearing a butcher's apron blocked the door. The machete, which was taller than a person, was stuck on the ground. Behind him, there was a clearly visible scratch of the machete on the floor. , stimulating the nerves of everyone present.

The other party was wearing a terrifying mask, and countless characters that appeared in horror movies flashed in people's minds.

Tyrant, Butcher, Triangle Head, Crystal Lake Jason...

Any scary monster figure that can be recalled can be used to describe the man in front of him!

Countless ominous premonitions flashed through my mind.

"Fuck!"

The people in the hall finally couldn't help cursing, "Is the finale performance tonight a Miyazaki Hidetaka's game? Why are the guys who broke in more terrifying than each other!"

A butcher-like oppressive man walked in, looked around at the crowd, and said softly, "Su, who is the dangerous mental patient you're talking about?"

Su Zhao pointed to the crowd in the audience and shouted, "They are all of them."

"You, what are you going to do?"

A group of people who suddenly realized that something was wrong tried to escape, but the only way out was blocked by the butcher.

The tall man suddenly grabbed one of them and lifted him up.The other party took off the hood, revealing a hideous face covered with scars, and on his head was a strange hollowed-out metal helmet covered with wires.

"let me go!"

The captured wanted criminal desperately slapped the opponent's arm, but to no avail.What's even more frightening is that no one present dared to step forward to fight this oppressive monster.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"Of course it's a cure."

The man showed a piercing smile, "I will send you to a mental hospital with complete medical facilities for electrotherapy. Don't worry, our hospital doesn't charge money, just life."

Chapter 150 Eight You Can Call Me Dean Yang

A few days ago, at the end of the month, I went to the semi-annual award for the new book...

The perverted killers present remembered a long-forgotten urban legend. In this world, there was a hospital where countless murderers and tormentors with insane and anti-social personality were detained, and they were subjected to endless cruel torture in that place.It is said that the dean is a lunatic who is proficient in electrotherapy. No, it can no longer be described as crazy. He is like an avenger who likes to torture his victims all day long. He vents all the twisted and sick emotions in the prison. On the unlucky egg.

That's when they'll discover that twisted and pathological immortality is not a blessing, but an endless torment and curse.

The man holding the big chopping knife didn't choose to approach, but slowly, slowly drew a circle around them with the chopping knife, surrounding them as if drawing the ground into a prison.

"What the hell is this man doing?"

Everyone has the same question deep in their hearts, but no one speaks out.Because everyone felt that it was a very outrageous thing to take the initiative to ask such a question, so they could only silently wait for others to speak first.

"What the hell is he doing here..."

Finally, someone asked curiously, and everyone's hearts tightened.Because he had already circled around everyone and finally stopped and greeted them very kindly.

"Good evening, everyone, are you trying to kill people today? Did you pass the KPI assessment?"

"..."

He looked at the people who were trapped in the prison, and suddenly said in a low voice, "Also, welcome to the mental hospital."

"Psychiatric hospital?"

"What mental hospital?"

The rest of the audience suddenly had an ominous premonition in their hearts. Although there were a large number of them, they felt like the gourd baby was saving grandpa.

"It's okay, you'll find out soon."

The next moment, everyone's eyes blurred, and the surrounding scene was like a film projected, and suddenly switched to a dark and gloomy hall, with bloody hand marks all over the walls, broken medicine bottles scattered on the ground, contaminated with The sterile gauze of blood, a dragging bloodstain that continued to extend to the dark corridor in the distance.

"What the hell is this place?"

There seemed to be piercing wailing sounds from the dark depths of the building, as if someone was suffering from pain.

The cold wind blew their arms, and a terrifying coolness came from the spine, and a terrifying thought emerged in the depths of everyone's minds.

Wait, is this the fucking world of Silent Hill?

No one can give the answer, except these guys in front of me.

"Arise, hungry and cold slaves! Arise, sufferers of the world!"

The sudden ringtone interrupted the terrifying atmosphere, and everyone's eyes shifted to Mr. Chen again. It seemed that they had accepted the setting of the other party's perverted murderer, so no one dared to raise any objections to the ringtone of his mobile phone, so they could only secretly Taste is worthy of being the most terrifying perverted killer, even the ringtones of mobile phones are unique.

Mr. Chen wanted to kill someone, but he didn't expect to receive a call from his assistant at this time.He could only maintain the persona of a terrifying murderer, picked up the phone with a gloomy face, and asked in a low voice what's the matter.

"That...boss, I have a question here, how should I deal with the plot of murder and dismemberment?"

"How to deal with murder and dismemberment? Don't you know this?"

Mr. Chen raised his voice suddenly, startling everyone around him. Who would have thought of asking such a question suddenly.

"Is there anything around you? No, if you don't have it, go buy an anti-seepage cloth first, put the corpse on it, and then use the tools you have at hand. Yes, be careful, don't let the blood seep on the floor, or use luminol The detection method can detect it. Okay, is there any caustic soda around? If there is, boil it first, then pour the caustic soda into the water and stir. Finally flush it down the sewer, is there any problem?"

Mr. Chen raised his head, and suddenly found that everyone around him was gathered around him, concentrating on taking notes, and would freeze in place for a while.

"What are you still doing in a daze, tell me quickly, Mr. Chen."

They said respectfully, "Is there any more? Share with us more?"

Mr. Chen hung up the phone, he didn't expect that he would brag casually to force the group to believe it, and at the moment when he was about to reveal his secret,

The man on the farthest edge let out a piercing scream and waved his hands wildly.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw that his neck was entangled by a chain, his whole body was suspended in the air, his legs were kicking desperately, his eyeballs were protruding, and the mask fell to the ground, revealing a face that was suffocated into a sauce-purple.

"What is this?!"

Everyone was terrified and fled in succession.However, the ceiling was already densely covered with iron chains, which suddenly hung upside down. A sharp hook was attached to the end of the iron chains, which directly penetrated the collarbone on the shoulders, hanging them alive.At this moment, the psychiatric hospital seemed to be transformed into a slaughterhouse for live animals, and there were endless screams.

"Help me, save me quickly~"

"It hurts so much, someone help me~"

Zhao Ya was so frightened that she moved closer to Su Zhao's direction, she looked at the plain face with a livid face, and asked in a low voice, "What's going on here?"

Obviously, the scene in front of her has surpassed the materialistic education she has received for many years, so she can only pin her hopes on Su Zhao.

"Don't panic, this is normal operation."

Su Zhao's words dispelled her worries, but facing this weird and terrifying scene, Zhao Ya couldn't help leaning towards him.

There was the sound of wheels turning from the depths of the corridor, and a figure slowly emerged from the shadows. The figure in a white coat was reflected in the depths of the pupils, and the glasses reflected the light, cleverly hiding the unpredictable eyes behind.

In the end, he stopped in front of Su Zhao, looking at the murderers dangling from the ceiling like dried bacon with satisfaction, with a morbid smile on his dry and rigid face.He stretched out a finger, tapped the straitjacket placed on the cart, and said with a smile, "Hey, Dr. Su, you found so many patients for me again."

"Come on, come on, the electric torture chair I newly improved for you happens to be short of a few mice."

"Who is this person?"

Zhao Ya and Mr. Chen raised their doubts at the same time.

He thoughtfully took out a business card from his inner pocket, handed it to the other party, and said seriously, "I am the dean of this mental hospital and also the director of the electrotherapy room. You can call me Dean Yang." .”

Chapter 150 IX We Got The Villain's Script

Dean Yang?

Just upon hearing this name, an ominous premonition flashed deep in Zhao Ya's mind, as if she had thought of something, she opened her mouth, and finally swallowed the words.

"It must be the first time for you two to visit our mental hospital?"

There was a piercing smile on his skinny face, and a rare smile on his bloodless face. He stared up and down at the stranger in front of him as if he was sizing up a patient who just came in. Finally, he made a please gesture.He said enthusiastically, "Please allow me to lead the way for you."

Zhao Ya pointed to the murderers hanging from the ceiling and whispered, "These people..."

"It's okay, hang up first, they won't die in a while, and we will send someone over to deal with it later."

Dean Yang said it lightly, as if the scene in front of him was as normal as drinking water and eating.

Mr. Chen and Zhao Ya could only bite the bullet and follow the figure in the white coat, stepping into the eerie dark corridor.A lot of blood-red handprints were left on both sides of the wall, as well as traces of fingers scratching, and even one or two pieces of fingernails were connected to it. The deeper you go, the more and more bloody handprints on both sides, almost densely covered snow white walls.

"You guys here..."

Zhao Ya swallowed her saliva, and said cautiously, "Where is it..."

"We are a mental hospital with a long history and full of healing style."

Mr. Chen muttered in a low voice, "Cure? Are you sure it's not depression?"

Dean Yang said in a serious introduction, "It specializes in detaining all kinds of perverted murderers, dangerous psychopaths, dangerous anti-social personality elements, and P agency players. And Mr. Su provides a steady stream of experimental materials for the mental hospital, oh no, a steady stream of experimental materials." Constant psychopath."

"What will happen to these mental patients in the end?"

Mr. Chen couldn't help his inner curiosity, and asked the question he wanted to ask the most.After all, for a person who can hook a perverted killer like a pig in a slaughterhouse, the moral bottom line is basically treated as a butt wipe.

There was a look of regret on the thin face, and he sighed softly, "Unfortunately, so far, the number of patients who have changed their minds in this hospital is basically zero, so we have recently carried out reflections and improvements on medical technology and treatment methods. Mr. Su has provided many improvement plans for our treatment methods and has become an important strategic partner of the hospital. What you will see next is one of our research results."

A group of people came to the end of the corridor.Only a yellowish light flickered overhead, illuminating the momentarily dark area below.There was dead silence, and from time to time there was a miserable howling sound from the distance of the gloomy building, which soon disappeared.

"take it easy."

Su Zhao explained, "These are normal operations."

"Normal operation..."

Mr. Chen felt like crying, "I don't think there is anything normal here!"

In front of a heavy and tightly closed iron door, the inspection window on the iron door was dark, occasionally a pale spark flashed, and then it returned to dead silence.

Dean Yang took out a large bunch of cold keys from his white coat, and turned the door lock with a click.The door shaft turned and made a piercing and sharp sound, and the secret inside was unfolded in front of everyone.

The broken wires emitted dazzling fireworks. Dean Yang opened the switch, the lights on the ceiling flickered a few times, and an iron chair appeared in front of everyone, on which were bound prisoners in straitjackets, with their eyes covered by hoods. There seemed to be something stuffed in his mouth, and he could only make a whimpering sound.

There was a strange hollow metal cap on his head, and there were many wires connected to the socket. Dean Yang walked over and patted his cheek with his hand. The other party immediately woke up from the coma and struggled desperately. , The veins on the back of the hand popped up.But he still couldn't do anything about the restraint belts that bound his limbs.