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The one staring at Zhang Dadao was none other than the "writer" who had not met in the isolation layer before but had spoken, although he had never really met, Zhang Dadao still recognized him at a glance. Not to mention that Zhang Dadao has seen the case with his photo printed in the duty room, it is the current appearance of the "writer", which is also different from other patients.

The "writer" occupies a table and chair, and is holding a pen and writing something on a stack of papers, which no one else should have. It is not easy for patients to get a pen, and it is also a dangerous item. A sharp pen does not say stabbing someone, but it is definitely okay to stab someone. Zhang Dadao has to apply for all the tools, and this "writer" can get a pen when he comes in, which must be related to his condition.

Zhang Dadao staggered to the "writer", sat down and said: "You came out? It's rare that you who have committed suicide can come and get a pen?"

The "writer" smiled, shook the pen in his hand and said, "It's nothing, although I didn't write anything specific in the book, but I should be quite smooth here." ”

Zhang Dadao sneered, raised two fingers and inserted his eyes twice, and said, "Why are you looking at me?"

The "writer" smiled and said, "It's nothing? just take a look, by the way, what you said last time can be done." My wife sent me the manuscript. ”

Zhang Dadao was stunned, he didn't care about this matter for a long time, this "writer" was a real mental patient in his opinion, and it was impossible for him to really help, and he didn't care about what he said. turned his head and stopped talking to the "writer", and when he had lunch, the parents of the "unsuccessful student" came to pick him up. Zhang Dadao squatted on Lao Bangzi's side again, listening to Lao Bangzi say those words that no one could understand.

Half of the afternoon passed quickly. Lao Bangzi didn't seem to be in much interest today, so he stopped whispering after talking for a long time. Zhang Dadao said: "Goodbye, teacher", knowing that it will not continue today. This has happened many times in the past year or so. Zhang Dadao returned to the activity room where he usually stayed, and saw a picture of himself that was a little surprised.

In this room, the patients are all around the small table of the "writer", and there are a few nurses watching on the side. Zhang Dadao was stunned for a moment, and really wanted to go up and ask if the "writer" committed suicide. I heard the voice of the old man Han beside me: "You don't need to go up, nothing happened!"

Zhang Dadao was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to see that Old Man Han was sitting on a chair and looking at him with Erlang's legs crossed. Zhang Dadao hurriedly sat down beside Old Man Han and said, "What's wrong, so many people are around, even the nurses have come out." ”

Old man Han said: "The nurse just saw so many people around, thinking that something had happened. In fact, the patients have never seen a book written here, and there are only one or two at the beginning, but the more they are encircled, the more they are crowded, and they can't squeeze out. The more they can't see, the more they want to enter! They are all patients, and none of them speak. You see, the nurses are all worried about their feet. ”

Zhang Dadao was happy and said with a smile: "This guy is quite capable." ”

Old man Han glanced at him and said, "How is your escape? Have you made a plan?" I heard that you asked Xiao Su to buy a lot of things?"

Zhang Dadao was stunned for a moment, and said, "Which big mouth told you? Is there any privacy in this courtyard?"

Old man Han shook his head, the nurses over there had already begun to disperse the patients gathered together, Zhang Dadao and Old Man Han were silent for a while, and then Old Man Han said, "You run and run, don't burden Xiao Su." ”

Zhang Dadao opened his mouth and was about to say something, when the nurse drove away the patient, and one of them came to Ping'an and said, "Zhang Dadao, Doctor Luo asked you to go to the duty room." ”

Zhang Dadao was stunned for a moment, and he didn't care about explaining more to Old Man Han, so he got up and went out, and came to the duty room after a while. The doctor on duty went out in the duty room, and there were turnips in the isolation building upstairs. When the doctor on duty saw Zhang Dadao, he nodded at him and said, "Zhang Dadao, Doctor Luo is looking for you, you can honestly explain everything!"

Zhang Dadao shook the radish in front of him and said, "What's the matter? Isn't this going to arrest me again?"

Radish shook his head and said, "It's not this, it's just asking you something." Sister Zhang, who was cleaning, said that you lived on the isolation floor for a few days and changed your clothes, what's the matter?"

Zhang Dadaole said: "Don't you have monitoring?

Radish said: "Are you so stupid or pretending to be stupid, you can record a room under the surveillance of the isolation building, and the 'writer' is still closed, who has time to record you!"

Zhang Dadao pursed his lips and said, "My clothes are dirty!

Radish was also stunned, thought about it before nodding, and said, "I said I didn't find it! I'll get you back and sign it!"

Zhang Dadao nodded, not caring about the money for these clothes. He spread his shoulders and said, "There's nothing else to do, right?

Radish waved his hand and said, "Let's go! I'll write it down for you if you recognize me!" I'll go back and sign it." ”

Zhang Dadao waved his hand and went back to the activity room. This time, the "writer" was gone, and the patients naturally dispersed their activities. Old man Han was even more invisible. Zhang Dadao saw that there was no one who could speak, so he went to the bookshelf and put down a few books, opened three books in front of him in a row, and swept them down to pass the time.

When it was time to eat, Zhang Dadao felt a little uncomfortable. I don't know what happened in the hospital in the past few days, anyway, the food is getting more and more unpalatable. Zhang Dadao didn't think it tasted right, but he had to finish it.

After eating, Zhang Dadao didn't even have the mood to cheer for the news network, and leaned against the wall to spit bubbles and play. Old man Han came out again at some point, and said to Zhang Dadao, "What's wrong?

Zhang Dadao pursed his lips and said, "I'm not in the mood, this should be the chef is getting more and more disagreeable! Today's food is worse than yesterday's, and yesterday's food is worse than the day before yesterday." This was only done once last year, and it looks like it has to be changed again this year!"

Old man Han crooked his mouth and said, "It's no difference, I think it's almost here? It seems that you really want to go out, and it doesn't please you see anything!"

Zhang Dadao was stunned for a moment, and said, "Is it? There is still such a saying? Then it seems that I have to think about whether I should run away like this? I will find the 'writer' to give him the pen later." ”

"Pen?" Old Man Han was stunned for a moment and asked, "What's the use of that?"

Zhang Dadao looked at Old Man Han absurdly, and said as a matter of course: "Tattoo! Didn't anyone say last time that there was an American guy who escaped from prison, so he tattooed the backbone of the prison structure diagram! I will also tattoo a map first, and I will use it when the time comes!"

Old man Han was amused and said, "How about I tattoo a map of the world for you? Lest you get lost, you can use it! You've been carrying your mother here for seven or eight years, and there's anything else you don't know? Maps, maps, you! We can't get into the vents and sewers here, and it rains heavily every year, and it's like the Qiantang River, can you get a tattoo?"

Zhang Dadao was also dumbfounded, and asked, "No, then I'll use this!" Zhang Dadao took out the spoon he was eating and said, "I'll dig the tunnel!"

Old man Han slapped Zhang Dadao on the head angrily, and said, "You are plastic! Dig fart! Besides, how many floors do you live on? Dig a hole in the ceiling downstairs, and the doctor can't cook you! When your little broken plastic spoon digs through the cement, I guess you are my age!"

Zhang Dadao opened his mouth wide, rolled his eyes, raised his hand and stuffed the spoon into the hand of the patient passing by, nodded and said, "It's so difficult, I still don't want to run!"