"What did you just hear?" In the office of Fort Knox, Gu Qi found that Miao Yi's state was not quite right.

"I heard the sound of breathing, but it was so soft that I suspected I had heard it wrong, and I didn't smell any strange smell, so I was sure it was just the two of us in the room." Miao Yi shook her head and licked the tip of her nose.

"Half-soul?" Gu Qi was relieved, half-body souls were everywhere, and there must be quite a few in Fort Knox.

"Maybe, anyway, there's no need to expose the existence of the old fish here, I'm just a little sleepy, I guess I took a motorcycle, a helicopter, a plane, a car, and I got a little dizzy." Miao Yi yawned again and lay down on the table.

"Same." Gu Qi slept in the hunter's cabin for a while, and took a nap in the helicopter and plane, but he had consumed too much in the battle with Crazy Horse and had not yet made up for it.

"No......" Miao Yi lay on the desk, said two words and didn't move.

Gu Qi patted his face and looked at the desk: "Miao Yi? Miao Yi? ”

"What." Doctor Elvis raised his head and looked at Gu Qi curiously.

"Huh?!" Gu Qimeng came back to his senses and glanced down at the restraint suit on his body.

"Are you hallucinating again?" Elvis frowned.

"No, I'm fine, although I can't remember a lot of things, but I've cleared my mind a lot in the past two weeks." Gu Qi said seriously.

"Oh? What is your name? "Elvis wrote something on the medical record.

"Steven Gay, who used to be a translator at the Chinese Embassy, I ...... Killed his own wife, Taylor Young. Gu Qi said calmly, for the characters in the illusion, these are the real.

"Why did you kill her?" Elvis's pen never stopped.

"Probably because of the hallucination, I ...... I don't know. "Gu Qi is telling the truth.

"Hallucination...... So, are you admitting that you have a mental illness? Elvis looked up at Gu Qi's eyes.

"I ...... Refuse to answer this question. Gu Qi thought for a while and said.

"Why?" Elvis asked with interest.

"I've heard that it is judged by the criteria in the psychiatric evaluation books. Every person in the world is mentally ill, whether I admit it or not, there are identification criteria that say that it is a manifestation of mental illness, so this question is meaningless, you are the doctor, you judge. Gu Qi and Elvis stared at each other.

Elvis nodded, and then asked, "Then will you still think of yourself as Gu Qi?" ”

"Sometimes it still does, but it doesn't affect anyone, including myself, Gu Qi is a calm personality. There are no signs of bipolar disorder. Gu Qi analyzed his multiple personalities.

"Sounds like you prefer Gu Qi's personality?" Elvis said with a smile.

"No, I just accepted Gu Qi's existence, if even I can't accept it, then it's even more impossible for others to accept it." Gu Qi glanced at Berwick beside him.

Elvis nodded emphatically, glanced at Gu Qi's medical records again, and a disappointed expression appeared on his face: "It's really different from before, if you can have these thoughts, either you are really getting better." Either you're going even more crazy. ”

Gu Qimeng frowned, how could a doctor in a psychiatric hospital use the word "crazy" in front of a patient? This is a big no-no.

I heard Elvis say again: "In this way, you are not qualified to live in heather cliffs." No, it would be a dereliction of duty and must be treated! ”

As he spoke, he placed the medical records folder on the table. Looked at Berwick.

Gu Qiyi turned his head and saw Berwick showing a hideous smile, I am afraid that there are only two treatment options. One is electroconvulsive and the other is lobotomy, no matter what it is, it is not something that Gu Qi is willing to bear.

He jerked to his feet, slammed his shoulder into Berwick's chest, knocking him backwards, got up and chased after Berwick, kicking him hard in the crotch.

The restraint clothes tied Gu Qi's arms, but his legs could still move freely, and in the mapping illusion, the biggest exercise he got was not attack and defense, but dodging and various ways of moving in all directions, in short, it was the kung fu of his feet.

Berwick was kicked and bent down, and was pushed to his face by Gu Qiyi's knees, and fell down violently to the sky, Gu Qi didn't stop, jumped and stepped on his head hard, jumped up on the spot and stepped on it again, jumped again, and stepped on it again.

A guy in a restraint suit keeps jumping and stepping on people's heads, like a scene often seen in horror movies.

Elvis paused for a moment, and seeing Gu Qi jumping while looking at him expressionlessly, he stood up and ran towards the door suddenly, but he was still a step too slow.

As soon as his hand touched the doorknob, Gu Qi's foot had already kicked on his arm, Elvis tilted his body and hit the wall next to the door, Gu Qi fell to the ground, raised his right foot and stepped on Elvis's chest, pressing him against the wall.

"Help me untie it, I won't kill you." Gu Qi said coldly.

"No matter how hard you try, you're not going to be able to escape from Heather Cliff." Elvis said calmly.

Gu Qi put down his feet, took a step back, and said, "At this time, just listen to Master Yoda's words - don't try, do it or don't do it." ”

"Go to hell!" Elvis suddenly took out a dagger from behind him and stabbed at Gu Qi.

"Thank you." Gu Qiyi turned sideways and let the dagger stab into his left arm.

The arm was in severe pain, but the strap of the restraint suit was also punctured, and the right arm was successfully untied, Gu Qizhong punched Elvis in the face, and then pressed Elvis's face, slamming the back of his head against the wall.

grabbed the dagger through the clothes, cut through the restraint clothes, and as soon as the fingers were exposed, it was much easier to do anything.

Gu Qi didn't take off the restraint suit, he just cut off all the straps on it, so as not to hinder his movements, the restraint suit was very firm, at least it could increase some defense.

Tie up Elvis with the cut strap and gag his mouth again, Gu Qi took out another dagger made of paper from behind his waist.

Fold the toilet paper, wet it, dry it, and after repeating it a few times, it will harden, and then roll it into the shape of a cone, press it, and seal it with wax, it is a simple dagger, without a blade, but enough to pierce the skin and flesh, and stick it on the skin with glue, and you can carry it around.

The paper cup is used to make a short stick, and I already have one, but since I got the real dagger, there is no need to go back and get it.

Gu Qi opened the door and looked out through the crack in the door.

The fighting in the room was not loud and did not attract the attention of outsiders, this office was in the innermost part of the asylum, all the windows were sealed with steel bars, and the only way to get out was through the door.

After thinking for a while, Gu Qi closed the door again, threw away his paper dagger, rummaged for a while, and picked up an umbrella.

The hallway is long, and it is impossible to sneak out, so if you force it, you will have to take a stronger weapon.

Opening the door again, Gu Qi saw Botro standing outside the door, saw Gu Qi wearing a restraint suit and opened the door, and slammed it for a moment, so the dagger stabbed into his neck and pulled it out again.

Botro's eyes bulged out, covering his neck, a large amount of blood gushed out from between his fingers, and at the same time as he knelt down, Gu Qi walked past him.

Wipe the blood off the dagger, insert it into the belt of his trousers, and then pull out the riot baton that Potero was wearing, and this thing will take advantage of the more hand, holding the riot baton in his right hand and the umbrella in his left hand, he walked towards the gate.

Screams rang out, and countless guards rushed out of the various rooms, roaring and running towards Gu Qi.

Gu Qi held a steel pipe in both hands, and he could pair with dozens of gangsters with the same weapons, it was really a very simple matter to deal with these guards in the madhouse, the umbrella was broken, but Gu Qi got a riot baton again, and the weapons in both hands were exactly the same, and it was even easier to fight.

It didn't take long for countless unconscious and seriously injured people to be left in the corridor, and Gu Qi also came to the hall where they were eating and moving.

There were many people in the hall, all of them patients, some were doing what they were doing, and some were looking at Gu Qi blankly.

Schmidt should be the most sober one here, and walked over and asked blankly, "You want to go?" ”

"You're not leaving?" Gu Qi asked rhetorically.

Schmidt shook his head: "It's much more dangerous outside than here, why go out if it's comfortable here?" ”

"Probably because I don't like to be too comfortable." Gu Qi said and continued to walk towards the gate.

"No way, how can anyone not like to live comfortably?" Schmidt smiled.

The patient in the hall ran past him, his expression distorted, and he reached out to grab Gu Qi.

Gu Qi started fighting again, and the riot baton hit everyone's heads, faces, bodies, and legs......

The door of the madhouse was getting closer and closer, the light outside the door was strong and dazzling, and it was white, and he couldn't see anything outside, Gu Qi knocked down the doorman, took the key from him, unlocked it, and held the doorknob in his hand.

He gasped and glanced back.

The hallway was full of people, and at the end, Schmidt was saying goodbye to himself with his right hand raised, and Wagner stood beside him, his head bowed, his expression glazed, his hair shaved and a ring of gauze wrapped around his head.

"Is it really that easy to leave?" Thinking like this, Gu Qi turned the doorknob, pushed open the door, and walked outside.

…………

When he opened his eyes, he saw the white ceiling and walls, smelled a fresh fragrance, and the soft cotton sofa under him, except for the sharp pain in the back of his head, not only did he not have the slightest discomfort on his body, but he was full of energy.

Stretching his waist and sitting up, Gu Qi observed the surrounding situation, and saw that this was an office, with desks and chairs, bookcases, refrigerators, sofas and filing cabinets, and a simulated painting of Miao Fu's "Fish Algae Map" hung on the wall.

There was no figure of Miao Yi on the desk, but there was a person sitting at the table, an acquaintance - Song Zhong.

Song Zhong did not wear a longevity suit, but wore a simple, well-fitting suit, glasses, and an elegant temperament like a university professor.

He was holding a hard-shell notebook, and he was looking down to write something-

(To be continued......)

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