A Weird Theater That Started In London

The flesh of some ancient giant creature?

Looking at the food on the table, Lu Li made a silent judgment. He didn't avoid eating together this time, but opened a can for himself openly.

It is true that there was no dislike in the mouth, but the body gave the answer very honestly.

Because of this, he became an outlier at the dinner table. After all, everyone ate evenly sized and fragrant ribs, but Lu Li would rather eat canned food than touch these dishes.

Doctor Lu, why don't you eat it? Could it be that the cook didn't cook it well? I think it's delicious. Why don't you try a piece of it.

Guard Feng was puzzled.

It's clear that everyone is doing great acting.

Even at this point, mutual distrust is extremely extreme, no one has turned the table, and they still maintain a superficial harmony.

Lu Li randomly found an excuse for nonsense, and replied in a deep voice: No, eating this kind of food has become a habit, and now I can only accompany everyone.

At this moment, the long dining table was full of people.

This is the first time he knows the exact number of employees in this mental hospital:

Doctor Brian.

Twelve nurses.

Seven cleaning staff.

A one-eyed old man watching the gate.

Two skinny men in charge of the kitchen.

Now, as I return to the lunatic asylum, the number of doctors here has increased by one, and they are responsible for morning and evening rounds.

I see.

Dr. Brian nodded with a smile, and said in a joking tone: Then you will have to go out to buy food soon.

No, if nothing unexpected happened, I probably wouldn't need to go out for a year.

The food and fresh water stored in the folding space are enough to be used for a long time.

And these people seemed to be collectively blind, selectively ignoring Lu Li, and didn't continue to worry about why he refused to eat together.

Maybe... there's a secret involved.

Just like whenever I want to flip the table, I will feel a sense of crisis in my heart, all employees of the madhouse must abide by certain rules.

In other words.

Constraints work both ways.

No matter what happens, it is necessary to maintain the normal operation of the organization and ensure harmony within, because making mistakes will make the leaders unhappy.

As for the identity of the leader and who it is, Lu Li doesn't know yet, but he thinks that the person who let the dogs hunt him down should be...

Which ancient evil god would be so bored?

With such doubts in mind, Lu Li, who finished the weird dinner party, did not go back to his dormitory immediately after the party ended. He took all his belongings, that is, his handbag, and asked to go to the ward with his sword crutches.

source of danger.

At the same time, it means being able to learn more.

Regarding Lu Li's proposal, Dr. Brian thought about it for a while, as if he was moved by his spirit of working hard and caring for patients, he readily agreed to the request.

Of course, the premise is to change into work clothes.

As long as he puts on a white coat and wears a work card that symbolizes the status of a doctor on duty, he is one of the people standing at the top of the pyramid.

To a certain extent, this place is like a crew, with distinct classes, everyone strictly abides by their own personalities, and contributes wonderful performances.

Hi doctor.

Hi doctor.

The nurses bowed their heads to the work cards and said hello. Lu Li's steps were steady and his demeanor was calm, giving people an inexplicable feeling.

You came to check wards 9 to 16 again? Actually, there is nothing special here.

Guard Feng smiled helplessly, opened the iron gate of the area under his jurisdiction, and presented the roster.

Mick Jarger, I didn't expect him to be alive. The last time I went in for rounds, he was dying.

This guy is just in a bad state of mind, but he's actually in pretty good health. Guard Feng wore his signature shark smile, quickly opened the door, and said consciously, I know you don't like being accompanied, just call if you have something to do.

Good luck with your work.

With a creak, Lu Li stepped in.

same as usual.

The disgusting smell of urine hit his face, and the patient still hasn't given up his bad habit.

However, he didn't look at the hospital bed immediately, but glanced at the whitewashed walls.

The dark brown, dyed-hair-smelling area is, needless to say, fresh, the result of a patient not long ago, before the cleaners had time to dispose of it.

It's the graffiti that really deserves attention.

The one with the upright legs, the spines on the back, and the gills on the face is Dagon, who has dealt with it himself.

The bloated and obese deformed octopus monster is the famous Mr. Ke.

In addition, there are a large number of Old Ones, because Lu Li learned about it later, and some of the graffiti can even be found in the cowhide.

What's this?

Whispering, Lu Li approached one of the patterns, with fine white fur, two pointed ears protruding from the temples, and the area from the chin to the bridge of the nose protruding forward, it looks like a werewolf.

It's very delicate...it's often seen in scenes in the past...so it looks very familiar.

When did we meet?

What does it mean to mix me up with the Great Old Ones?

He cast his eyes on the plank bed, where a middle-aged man with a stooped figure and wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown was sitting. He was also staring at Lu Li, with his skinny arms stretched out, his lips trembling, as if he wanted to say something. What.

As a result, the forward posture was only maintained for a moment before the patient collapsed.

Physical function is still so poor...

After he sighed, a holy light flickered in Lu Li's hand. It was like a panacea, which could be used for both fighting and healing.

The man looked at Lu Li who was different from the past, he didn't choose to turn around and leave, and laughed silently, with saliva dripping down the corner of his mouth.

sly? mild? ferocious?

Any way of expressing emotions that belongs to normal human beings has nothing to do with it. If the person involved is left to speculate, it can only be described as longing.

It wasn't because he wanted more holy light, and it wasn't because he wanted this power. Lu Li had no doubt that if he stretched out his hand, this guy would bite immediately.

Did Lao Tzu grow a body of Tang monk flesh?

When he felt helpless in his heart, the holy light disappeared completely, and he couldn't save a lunatic of this level.

Only the next one.

Ward Ten: Sam Neal.

An insurance company investigator, in a past conversation, for giving himself the final tip. And being invaded by weirdness, it becomes something with an empty shell, repeating constantly:

He is looking at you.

And these were the reasons that prompted Lu Li to run away with the bucket, and he didn't know the other party's condition.

How is it? Have you gained anything?

Guard Feng was full of hospitality.

Seeing this, Lu Li sighed helplessly.

The only takeaway from this ward:

I vaguely guessed that I seemed to have become a kind of existence like the old master.

Click.

The copper-colored key was inserted into the lock cylinder and began to turn with a click.

How is he doing recently?

It's more than good, it can be called an earth-shaking change, and it's quiet too much.

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