After receiving the news, Xiang Donglin, who rushed back as quickly as possible, always didn't believe what Zhao Guangwu said.

Because it sounds so unreal.

There are many mentally ill patients in Huaxia, and there are many psychiatric hospitals, not to mention curing dozens of mentally ill patients at one time, it would be good to be able to cure one or two.

But Zhao Guangwu said that the little brother he met last time directly asked them to pull everyone over.

Xiang Donglin pondered for a while, but he really couldn't figure out the truth in this.

That little brother should be very capable, one person can rescue a black factory, but people are not omnipotent.

The so-called art industry has a specialization, and the treatment of diseases is not a fight, but requires a wealth of basic knowledge and practical experience.

And according to Zhao Guangwu, he is not a member of the special forces, but a fortune teller.

Special forces, doctors, fortune tellers, these three professions seem to be incompatible at first glance, how can they fall on the head of a young man who looks twenty years old at the same time?

"Old Zhao," Xiang Donglin asked in a deep voice, "Do you think there is any way here?"

"What doorway?"

"I can't say it, but it doesn't feel right. ”

"Don't think too much about it," Zhao Guangtou said, "I have thought about it all the way, and in the end there is only one answer." That's this little brother, maybe he can really do it.

"Think about it, what can he do to lie to us?

"These are dozens of psychopaths, and they are not dozens of big beauties.

"Can he still make a black factory and get these people to work? ”

"Then you think he can really cure these people?"

"I can't guarantee this, but I think what's the point of trying?" Lao Zhao took out his mobile phone and showed Xiang Donglin the transfer record, "This 5,000 yuan is still the travel fee given to me by the old monk." ”

"Shall we go, then?"

"Go, you have to go," Zhao Guangwu touched his shiny bald head, "Go and contact the bus now, and leave early tomorrow morning." ”

......

Before dawn the next day, a bus drove to Xilin City, and it only took more than two hours for a large carload of people to come to Wangzi Mountain.

"All in line, don't run around!"

Zhao Guangwu and Xiang Donglin, as well as a few staff members who came with the car, opened their voices and shouted before they got out of the car, these mentally ill people are not easy to manage, because many of them can't understand what you are talking about.

It's okay to be locked in the yard usually, no matter how you run, you can't run out of that circle, but this is on the mountain, once it is scattered, this mountain can be found.

Jasmine and Da Hei stood in the doorway, looking at the messy crowd of people, feeling a little confused.

How are these people like the old madmen of the past, some look at them and smile, some bare their teeth and grin, and some of them chatter and look at the sky.

"Old Black," Jasmine whispered to Big Black, "Do you think this is because the master is going out to go far away and is looking for these people to play with me?"

Da Hei didn't bother to pay attention to it, and the owner was not mentally ill.

It took a lot of effort for Zhao Guangwu to bring a few ten people into the courtyard, and quickly asked Lao Niu to close the gate.

Wu Jun and the old monk were already ready, first took a Heavenly Master Pill to Zhao Guangwu, and then asked him to feed the medicine with well water, which could maximize the medicinal effect of the Heavenly Master Pill and absorb it.

Zhao Guangwu and a few people were not polite, holding pills and water cups, and began to chase people all over the yard.

The mentally ill patients selected by the boss of the black factory were all strong and strong, and it took a lot of effort to pour a pill into the first person without using violent means.

Then a few people gathered around the patient to see what kind of changes this little pill could bring.

Zhao Guangwu and Xiang Donglin had just discussed, if this medicine had even a little effect, even if they were begging on the street, they would let these people continue to be treated until the day when they all became normal people.

It's not love, it's responsibility.

Since this matter has been taken, there must be a beginning and an end, and there must be a beginning and an end.

The two were worried, but the patient was crying, among all the patients, this one was relatively mild, and if he was "bullied", he would only cry.

But crying and crying, the voice suddenly stopped, and then suddenly turned around, looked at Zhao Guangwu and the others and asked suspiciously, "Why am I here? Who are you?"

Zhao Guangwu and Xiang Donglin glanced at each other, listening to the tone, is it okay?

It's unlikely, I just took a pill, and it's been less than five minutes!

Is Taishang Laojun's Nine Turns Golden Pill so effective?

"You...... Really?"

The patient frowned, "What's good or bad?"

"Wait, tell me first, what's your name, where are you from?"

"My name is He Jin, and I am 8 years old this year," He Jin said his name, and then recalled it a little, and then continued, "I live in Group 6 of Bajiao Village. ”

Zhao Guangwu and Xiang Donglin glanced at each other again, they even knew where their home was, it seemed that there was no big problem.

But at the age of 8, is it the age when he became mentally ill?

"That's right," Wu Jun explained, more experienced, "Mentally ill people have very confused memories during their illness, and they may not have any memories at all. Now that he is sober, it is not surprising that he can only remember what happened before he got sick. ”

Zhao Guangwu nodded, and in order to confirm, he continued to ask, "Do you remember the events of these years?"

Ho Jin scratched his head and looked at him a little blankly, as if he didn't know what he was talking about.

Wu Jun asked Fang Heng to take out his mirror, and when he saw his appearance in the mirror, He Jin was scared and cried at that time.

"How did I become like this?"

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's okay now. ”

Xiang Donglin suddenly felt distressed, and took He Jin aside to whisper comfort, although He Jin now looks like he is in his thirties, but his mental age is only 8 years old, just a child.

But how to tell him that he has been mentally ill for more than 20 years, and how to make him accept it calmly, is a troublesome matter.

"Little master, a good man will do it to the end, send the Buddha to the west," the old monk said to Wu Jun with a smile, "You want to find a way." ”

"I'm not a good person, I charge for it," Wu Jun replied with a smile, "As for sending the Buddha, isn't that your business?"

"That little master is a good person, I'll send the Buddha. ”

Wu Jun said: "Then it's decided, how about you go to Africa with me on the way?"

"Then I'll send the Buddha, Africa seems to be a little farther away than the western sky. ”

Wu Jun: ...... This old monk has been running outside for two years, and he is getting more and more slippery.

Yesterday he asked everyone who would like to travel with him to Africa, but no one did. Even Dahei said that he has fallen too far behind in his homework recently, and he can't run around anymore, so he has to study with peace of mind for a while.

Is Africa really that disliked? He feels good, at least the environment is more natural.

Later, it was the old monk who woke up from his dream: what they disliked was not Africa, what they disliked was to walk.

"You promise to come with me to Africa, and I'll help convince Hokin that there are 53 left. ”

The old monk folded his hands and sighed lightly: "Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell." ”

That's a promise.

Wu Jun showed a hint of a smile, and finally fooled a person who was willing to go to Africa with him.

He copied all the images of He Jin from the age of 8 to the present to the Heavenly Master's USB flash drive, and then took him into the house.

Seeing how he looked when he was a child on the computer screen, He Jin was obviously excited, shouting that this was him.

But what happened next made him fall into a sluggish state.

Since he became mentally ill, his family took him everywhere for treatment at first, but after two years, there was no effect, and the family gave up.

Since the birth of his younger siblings, he has become a madman who no one cares about, eating leftovers, wearing tattered clothes, only a torn cotton jacket all winter, and a pair of cloth shoes with his toes outside.

No one cares when I walk outside on a sunny and rainy day, and no one cares when I'm sick, and I almost die of illness several times.

The children in the village bullied him, scolded him, laughed at him, hit him with stones and mud, fed him steamed buns stained with Yoneda Gong, and treated him like a mad dog that would not bite.

At home, he beat and scolded his parents for the slightest mistake, as if he was not born from them at all.

Later, he wandered out in a frenzy, and lived without a meal, but his family never looked for him.

Maybe I looked for it, but I didn't find it.

Why is this happening?

Ho Jin ended up crying so much that his throat was hoarse, didn't his parents like him the most? Why did they treat him like this?

He doesn't understand, he really doesn't.

Even if he's sick, he won't want him, right?

I am your son!

Wu Jun operated the mouse on the side, picking out important events for He Jin to see, and finally saw that he was arrested in the black factory, endured inhuman torture, and then was rescued, and finally arrived here.

He Jin was frightened, and the whole person was dazed and numb.

"If you want to go home, I can arrange for someone to take you back right away. ”

He Jin doesn't know what to do, he goes home now, will his parents still want him?

After all, they bore him a younger brother and a younger sister, as well as grandchildren and grandchildren.

After thinking about it for a long time, He Jin made up his mind: "I want to go back and have a look." ”

"If, I mean if," Wu Jun said, "your parents still don't want you, what are you going to do?"

"I don't know. ”

He Jin suddenly cried again, his heart was in turmoil now, and his 8-year-old IQ was not enough for him to think too much.

"If they don't want you, you can come back to me. ”

He Jin nodded as if he didn't understand.

Wu Jun took out his mobile phone and called Xiao Liu and asked him to send He Jin home.

After watching the people being picked up, Wu Jun's mood was a little heavy.

He had already seen it just now, and He Jin would be home in more than three hours, but ...... The result is not the kind that everyone is happy about.

"Little master," the old monk asked, seeing that his face was not good, "is it ......?"

Wu Jun nodded without a trace, and the old monk's eyes showed a trace of helplessness, and he looked at the other people in the courtyard who were waiting to take medicine.

How many of these people are in the same situation as He Jin's?

Tiger poison does not eat children.

That's talking about the tiger, not the person who is talking about it.

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors