The Strong Who Came Out of the Mental Hospital

Have you got it?

got it.

Where is it hidden?

Crotch.

That's really safe.

Well, it's really safe.

After old man Zhang's surprise attack, the decoration workers were very cautious, observing the surrounding situation when they had nothing to do.

Going to a mental hospital is dangerous.

If it wasn't for the high price he gave, he wouldn't have come.

no way.

Just the right meal.

What if it is a mental hospital, can you beat me to death inexplicably?

Before coming here, he thought so.

now...

Better to be careful.

Hurry up to finish the work, get the money, eat a bowl of Mala Tang, and suppress the shock.

After a meeting.

what!

The decoration worker flipped through the tool box, wondering where the hammer was in the box, he remembered bringing it out, and saw it before.

He scratched his head, thinking carefully, whether he just took it out for use and forgot to put it back.

Get up and look for it.

Where did you go?

Can there be thieves in a mental hospital?

Just as he was thinking about this matter, a dull voice came from his ear.

what sound?

He stood in the corridor and looked towards the end of the corridor. If he heard correctly, the voice came from afar.

Curiosity is the special way that human beings go to death.

Just like him.

Hearing the dull voice, he couldn't help but be curious.

Gradually.

The muffled sound that reached my ears became louder and clearer.

He can guarantee it.

Definitely right ahead.

Until he walked to the door of a room, the dull voice that reached his ears was so loud.

He looked inside curiously.

Just one glance made the decoration workers tremble and chill like a thunderbolt.

In the dark room, the curtains were drawn, leaving only a gap in the corner

The faint light made him see something he shouldn't have seen.

Someone was lying there on his back, and another person was holding something and smashed it on the other person's body. With the help of the faint light, he found that the thing was his lost hammer.

boom!

boom!

There was blood spattering, all over the ground.

Old man Zhang seemed to realize that someone had seen it, and slowly raised his head.

In the dark room, a ray of light shone on the old man's mouth and chin. Most of his body was hidden in the darkness, and a silhouette could be seen faintly.

The corner of old man Zhang's mouth curled up into a piercing smile.

you saw it.

The decoration worker was trembling, his legs were shaking violently, and an unknown liquid flowed down the bottom of his trousers.

Plop!

He sat down on the ground, his expression gradually changed from curiosity to panic, and his pupils were filled with horror.

what!

Killed.

Psychopathy kills.

Help.

The decoration worker yelled loudly, and ran towards the distance, crawling and rolling. Obviously no one was chasing him, but he kept hitting the wall left and right, and slapped the closed doors.

Some nurses who don't know why are very puzzled.

When did a mental illness come again? Judging from the symptoms, it seems to be suffering from persecution paranoia. This type is a bit dangerous and very aggressive.

This incident alarmed Dean Hao.

The decoration workers came here to repair, and they were frightened like this. He wanted to see who was so bold.

Just passing by Ward 666.

Seeing that the two were not there, his face changed drastically, and he hurriedly walked towards the end of the corridor.

Sa!

Dean Hao came in with the nurse, opened the curtains, and the room became brighter.

I saw Lin Fan and old man Zhang sitting on the long stainless steel table,

Feet off the ground, shaking legs, drinking soy milk.

Scattered all over the floor.

What are you doing? Dean Hao asked, keeping a safe distance to prevent danger.

Drink a Coke.

Drink Sprite.

Dean Hao observed the surrounding situation and found nothing unusual.

The frightened decoration worker gradually calmed down under the comfort of the nurse. He was really frightened. Seeing that there was no blood in the house, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He swears to God.

In the future, whoever invites him to the mental hospital for maintenance, he will definitely slap him in the face. No matter how much money is given, I will not go, unless it is doubled.

Dean Hao, I can't do this job. If you return the hammer to me, I'll leave. The decoration worker said.

hammer?

Dean Hao frowned. This is a very lethal prop, and it is very dangerous to stay in a mental hospital. There have been mental patients hitting the head of a nurse with an inflatable hammer.

Say whack-a-mole.

If it is a real thing, it will be bloody.

Dean Hao looked around, and finally his eyes stayed on Lin Fan's crotch. He took a deep breath, moved slowly, came to Lin Fan, stretched out his hand, and said seriously:

Take things out.

Lin Fan blinked and said calmly, I didn't take it.

Then what is this? Dean Hao said.

Lin Fan lowered his head and found that the hammer was upturned, pushing his trousers up high.

Lin Fan opened his crotch, looked down, let go of his hand, raised his head and said, Hammer.

Bring it.

Oh.

Lin Fan reached into his crotch and took out the hammer.

Some female nurses around showed disappointment.

It turned out to be a hammer...

Dean Hao moved his heels back, ready to run, throw the hammer to the ground.

Come and get it.

Be obedient and throw it on the ground.

Don't throw it away, come and get it.

immediately.

The two were deadlocked.

Dean Hao felt that the danger was a bit too great. No matter what, he had to take the hammer, but now that the hammer was held by a mental patient, the lethality was a bit terrifying.

Today is February 29th.

He didn't want to spend his birthday on March 1st tomorrow in the hospital.

Okay, I'll come and get it.

I believe you are a good boy.

Dean Hao took a deep breath, stared at Lin Fan's innocent eyes, leaned his body, and slowly stretched out his hand. His heart was beating very fast. He didn't heave a sigh of relief until he touched the handle of the hammer and held it tightly.

Good boy.

No one knows what he experienced in just a few seconds.

He is only in his fifties.

It was impossible to have gray hair.

But if the spirit is tense for a long time, you can understand why.

Snapped!

Snapped!

The nurses applaud.

The dean is great.

The dean is really a hero. If it were me, I would definitely not dare.

Dean Hao smiled, the rainbow farts of the young people made him very comfortable.

Okay, let's all go back to work at our respective posts, the danger is gone, and the lost things have been found, let's go.

inside the room.

Only Lin Fan and old man Zhang were left drinking soy milk, swinging their legs, leisurely.

What date is it today? Lin Fan asked.

Old man Zhang picked up his sleeves, looked at the watch drawn on his wrist and said, How about it, it's a Rolex.

How much did you pay for it?

Millions, drizzle, I'll give you one next time.

Okay, what's the date?

March 7th.

Lin Fan said calmly: In another twelve months, I will be leaving for a while.

Old man Zhang said reluctantly: Ah, you want to leave, where are you going, can you take me with you, you know me, you can't do without me, they don't believe you, only I believe you.

Talking and talking.

Old man Zhang squatted on the ground, hugged Lin Fan's thigh, and said pitifully, You must take me with you, okay?

Lin Fan looked down at old man Zhang, parted his lips, and said with a smile, Okay, no problem.

Old man Zhang drank soy milk happily, This baijiu is really sweet.

This is soy milk.

Cola?

Sprite.