I have a poisonous snake

Chapter 141 The Alien Hospital 17
It seems that you can smell a trace of blood in the dark red wall paintings.

As I got closer, I saw the woman swinging her legs, her arms resting on the edge of the bed, and staring blankly out of the window.

She didn't seem surprised or frightened when a stranger came into the ward, her expression was still blank, or she was trying to let go of her thoughts.

Mental illness is not dementia. Ye Baimian has seen it before. Some mental illnesses are very smart and have high IQ, but they are sent to the hospital because of mental abnormalities.

"How long have you lived here?"

Ye Baimian stood by the window and saw the woman asking.

The woman glanced at her, lowered her head and played with her hair, but said nothing.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Ye Baimian didn't continue to ask. He looked at the uncomfortable wall paintings and asked a question casually.

"Did you draw these?"

Although the things drawn are bloody and distorted, it is undeniable that this woman's drawing skills are not bad.

Unexpectedly, the woman didn't ignore her words this time, but instead gave a slightly excited "hmm", and the daze in her eyes seemed to disappear.

"I spent a lot of time looking for these paints. Is it good-looking? Let me paint for you, okay?"

Seeing the woman's drastically different attitude, Ye Baimian raised his eyebrows in surprise.

When talking about a person's hobbies, does that person always feel like a chicken blood?

It was rare for a woman to be interested in talking, and Ye Baimian did not refuse in order to get news from her.

Seeing her nodding, the woman's eyes brightened slightly.

"Really? Then help me get the paint, the paint is under the bed, help me get it out quickly."

The woman pointed to the bottom of the bed and said to Ye Baimian.

"no problem."

Ye Baimian moved to the side of the bed, knelt down halfway, scanned the bottom of the bed, and noticed a plastic bucket under the bed.

"hurry up!"

The woman hurried up, as if she couldn't wait to get the paint to paint.

She reached out and grabbed the edge of the bucket, and a hand suddenly lifted up from the bucket and held her hand down.

Ye Baimian blinked, the hand suddenly disappeared, and it only appeared for a second, as if it was just her hallucination.

As soon as she pulled the bucket out with force, she pretended not to notice the hand that appeared beside the bucket just now, and her eyes fell on the plastic bucket.

The barrel was filled with a small half of the red liquid. It looked very fresh, so fresh that one could smell a pungent bloody smell.

This is half a bucket of... human blood.

There were still a few stumps of fingers floating in the blood, with some minced meat hanging on them, it was so terrifying that normal people would scream at a glance.

After all, no normal person would use human blood to paint, and where did so much human blood come from?
Ye Baimian calmly pushed the plastic bucket in front of the woman, and raised his eyelids.

"Your paint."

"whee."

The woman laughed, took out a pen from under the pillow, dipped it in paint and began to draw on the floor.

She was fascinated when she painted, her eyes were full of obsession, like a lunatic addicted to drugs.

Ye Baimian stood quietly by the side, watching the woman take shape in one stroke, drawing a baby with no eyes and bleeding from the eye sockets, his heart suddenly twitched.

Why is this baby exactly the same as the baby in her dream?
"Drawn! Is it good?"

The woman put down her pen and admired her painting fascinatedly.

"nice."

Looking at the portrait of the baby painted on the floor, she felt strangely uncomfortable.This feeling was just like when Xiaohong died, she felt equally uncomfortable and wanted to cry.

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