Old man Han's sudden words made Zhang Dadao suddenly wake up, what is the service industry of this hospital? There is also a difference between the holiday time and other industries, not to mention that old man Han seems to know what now? If this old man goes to report to the hospital and sells Zhang Dadao for a roast duck beer, it will really be a big loss.

made a decision immediately, Zhang Dadao decisively chose to start acting today, anyway, his preparations have been perfected, and there is not much difference between one day earlier and one day later. Zhang Dadao, who made up his mind, quickly mixed into the activity room next door, squatting by the window and sweeping over the "writer", "zombie" and other guys from time to time.

It was even darker, and it was only two o'clock, but it was as dark as six or seven o'clock outside. Black clouds overwhelmed the city, and more lights were lit up in the activity room. From time to time, a thunderbolt flashed in the sky, and the muffled thunder was so low that people felt their bones tremble together. The air pressure is very low, although it is not hot, it makes people feel very irritable, and every time there is a thunder, some patients scream and tremble like chicks.

The caregivers are used to it, and as long as they don't behave particularly abnormally, they don't bother to meddle. The patients who will be affected by the thunder are a small number, and most of the patients are the same as Zhang Dadao, and they can't see anything special at all.

The time soon reached more than four o'clock, Zhang Dadao saw that the time was about the same, and walked to the "zombie" who was still standing in a strange posture, and stared at him from the bottom to the top with dead fish eyes and a cat's waist. After looking at it for a while, the "zombie" felt uncomfortable, glared at Zhang Dadao viciously, and asked, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Zhang Dadao pursed his lips, stretched out his index finger and scratched his chin, and said, "What kind of joint station law are you doing, what you say is nonsense, right?"

As if the "zombie" had been stepped on by its tail, it became so excited that it couldn't even maintain that posture, and waved its hands and said: "What do you know? This is the direction of human evolution! The way to develop our unknown potential, human potential is unlimited! The old lady lifted the car, Einstein's brain. As long as we can perfectly control every cell in our body, everyone is superhuman!"

Zhang Dadao yawned and waved his hand disdainfully: ", you still control every cell! This kind of thing, I know that it is impossible! Your method is completely wrong, otherwise you will not be mentally ill!"

"Zombie" said angrily: "I'm not mentally ill in the first place, it's their fault!"

Zhang Dadao saw a nurse leaning out of the old man and looking at them, and said calmly: "Why don't I believe it?"

The "zombie" laughed angrily and asked, "Then how can you believe it? I'll show you some skills!"

Zhang Dadao was happy, and quietly pointed to the "writer" in the corner and explained to the "zombie": "See, that one in the corner is the chief instructor of the Chinese Guoshu Museum, one of the strongest combat fighting people in the human race! If you can win him, I will believe that what you say is true, and I will learn from you in the future!"

The "zombie" was stunned for a moment, and said a little stupidly: "What did you say? Isn't that a long time ago? How can there be such an organization now! Now it's the Chinese Martial Arts Association, okay? I have specialized in martial arts, and it is also a method for developing and utilizing the potential of the human body, but it is much less efficient than the method I have researched!"

Zhang Dadao pursed his lips and said casually: "Why is it gone? The heir is right in front of him, isn't he? He has obtained the masters of the inheritance of the three masters of Li Jinglin, Li Wenwen, and Sun Lutang." Ye Man doesn't make a big deal or anything, I only believe you if you can beat him, but unfortunately you definitely don't dare, and you definitely can't beat him!" Zhang Dadao happily provoked the fire, and the nurse on the other side of the observation room also seemed to have some suspicions that something was going to happen here, and was retracting his head and preparing to open the door and come out to take a look.

However, his movements were obviously slower, and he was instigated by Zhang Dadao, and the "zombie" who was originally slightly bipolar was obviously provoked. angrily "hummed" at Zhang Dadao, and walked in the direction where the "writer" was. The nurse was also interesting, and when he went out, he saw that Zhang Dadao and the "zombie" were separated, and he actually turned around and went back to the observation room.

"Zombie" walked up to the "writer" in a few steps, squinted his eyes and said, "I heard that you are a master, fight with me?"

The "writer" was stunned for a moment, Zhang Dadao was waiting to pick up music on the side, his face looked calm, but in fact, he couldn't help but laugh until his stomach hurt, and the corners of his mouth were constantly twitching. The "writer" claims to have written everything by him, and I don't know if he counted it or not. Zhang Dadao happily took out the blue pencil in his pocket, turned it around in his hand, and nodded slightly. In his eyes, there was a faint red glow on the writer's body, which was obviously bad luck.

The "zombie" opened his mouth to challenge, and the "writer" was also stunned for a moment, but his reaction was also very fast, and he immediately smiled: "You also look like acting? Do you know martial arts? Then I can arrange a role for you, wait for my script to come out!

As soon as the words of the "writer" came out, the face of the "zombie" instantly turned black. The "writer" has been entangled by the "actor" a lot in the past few days, and sure enough, he has lost the closeness he had when he was in the isolation layer, and he entered the psychiatric hospital for the first time, and he didn't know what the situation of the patients was at all, and he thought that "zombies" and "actors" were the same problem! When he opened his mouth, he used the method of dealing with "actors", but he didn't know that in these seven courtyards, the "zombies" hated Zhang Dadao the most, but the "actors" hated the most.

As a result, this sentence unconsciously stepped on the sore feet of the "zombie". The "zombie" trembled his face and said coldly: "Okay, look down on me? don't want to make a move? Then I'll force you to make a move!" The zombie said this, his expression suddenly became hideous, and the "writer" also knew that it was not good at this time, so he wanted to run away The zombie had already flown up, and directly kicked the table in front of the "writer" straight up, and the manuscript on it flew everywhere.

The patients were in a mess, screaming, laughing, and screaming, and the "writer" fell to the ground at once, and before he could realize what had happened, the "zombie" had already pounced on him and punched and kicked him! Although the "writer" was called a "writer," he was not a powerless scholar, and at this time, he didn't care about putting on a shelf and pretending to be a superior, so he immediately began to fight back.

In terms of physical fitness, the "zombie" is much stronger than the "writer," and he is also the master who often exercises for that set of bullshit theories! This fight immediately suppressed the "writer," but the "writer" had that pen in his hand as a weapon, and in a few strokes, he pierced a few small holes in the "zombie"!

Something so big happened, the radio immediately sounded a piercing birdsong, the four nurses in the observation room rushed out, and the nurses in the activity room next door also quickly came to support, if the theory of "zombies" is really useful, these people will not play a role, but unfortunately, his theory is actually useless! "zombies" and "writers" were separated at once and pressed to the ground.

Zhang Dadao squatted in the corner, looking at the "writer" with a bleeding head and the "zombie" with many bloody holes on his hands, he couldn't help but bow his head and snicker, and said in a low voice: "Three birds with one stone, three birds with one stone, Poor Dao is really a master who wins thousands of miles away!"