Lang rushed back to the apartment.

The lights are still on.

The key opens the door, and Ron kicks off his boots stuck to the snow and mud and rushes into the bedroom.

"Anna!"

Looking at his girlfriend lying on the bed, Lang Da breathed a sigh of relief.

"What are you doing here?" Anna sat up and looked at Dr. Lang's return with a little joy in her eyes, but her face was still displeased.

"What are you doing here?" She asked again.

"I—" Dr. Lang was a little stunned.

Those chaotic memories are slowly clear from the brain.

Six months ago, he found his teacher, and after learning that some of his psychiatric friends had gone crazy after coming into contact with a patient, Dr. Lang saw this as an opportunity to reach out to the organization holding the patient, S.H.I.E.L.D. in his custody.

Five and a half months ago, he boarded the S.H.I.E.L.D. mothership flying in the sky, a behemoth, flying in the sky, terrifying technological power, and what surprised Dr. Lang even more was that there were still people in this organization, who were also helpless.

On the mothership, after the first meeting, he was a very gentle Asian man, with a hint of gentlemanly elegance, which was a glimmer of merit that Dr. Lang had painstakingly found in the mediocrity of his whole body.

The illness is uncontrollable and the situation has eased, and it is clear to all those who have studied the case that this patient is like a virus, and anyone who sees him will be infected like crazy.

Although Dr. Lang is a genius scholar, he does not relax and takes it more seriously.

The alien invasion delayed the second treatment until a month later.

When he saw the patient again, he was in a very ordinary insane asylum.

The two of them only talked about something every day, and Dr. Lang was sure that the other person was just an ordinary patient, an ordinary patient who liked to tell stories.

Many questions are answered not positively, but with far-fables or fairy tales, and Dr. Lang can only begin to find ways to understand those stories in order to understand the inner thoughts of the other person.

Writing the story and drawing it is undoubtedly the best way.

From three months ago to a month ago, he was drawing something, trying to understand the other person's thoughts.

"I'm sorry," Dr. Lang hugged his girlfriend and apologized, trembling.

The voice also trembled with the body.

"You've been spending more and more time with him lately" said his girlfriend Anna scared, "let's change jobs, don't contact him again"

She obviously felt that her boyfriend was abnormal, and her spirit began to become unstable.

"Anna!" Dr. Lang looked at his girlfriend and nodded seriously: "Okay!" ”

He nodded.

The two fell asleep cuddling together.

Early in the morning, Lang opened his eyes.

In the room that exuded a strong smell of paint, he subconsciously raised his hand and wanted to hug his girlfriend, but it was just empty.

Anna is not there?

The memory of the last month only recalled, Anna broke up with him because she couldn't stand him getting more and more crazy and paranoid.

Last night's Anna was nothing more than a fantasy in his head.

He began to be confused, unable to distinguish between the real and the unreal.

Toy Man!!

Every guy who has come into contact with a toy man is going crazy, so is he already crazy?

Dr. Lang puts on his clothes and drives towards the asylum.

"It's so early today, Dr. Lang~" Old Pearson raised his hand to say hello.

Dr. Lang didn't answer, but quickly rushed into the room.

"Ah~" Li Zu stretched his waist and waved his hand to Dr. Lang: "Good morning~"

"What did you do!" He roared angrily and asked, "Why! ”

"Do you still think it will cure me?"

The doctors who preach that they can cure toy people are all in a state of madness.

"Toy Man!"

Li Zu grinned and laughed softly: "After Mr. Haha came to the forest, there was no happiness here, and even the surviving little animals couldn't remember what it was like to be happy.

On this day, a small animal finally plucked up the courage, approached Mr. Haha, and knocked on the door.

"Why would you hurt those little animals, they're so cute"

Mr. Haha said, "Want to know? Come in if you want to know, I'll tell you. ””

Li Zu didn't seem to notice the other party's anger and told his story.

But Dr. Lang doesn't want to listen to the story anymore, he is sober, so he leaves the asylum and escapes from the range of the toy man.

Li Zu sat on the bed: "It's time for the boring game to end, it's time to go out"

All this is just an appetizer for him, no, not even an appetizer.

"If I don't go out again, Jin Jike will forget about me."

He touched his chest, miniature bombs, which were never a nuisance to him.

……

Dr. Lang rushed back to the apartment, rushed into the bathroom, and kept splashing water on his face, again and again, until his heart beat calmed down.

Back in the study, Dr. Lang pushed his arms violently, knocking down all the books on the table and spilling them all over the floor.

My life is over, because I took the initiative to understand the toy man.

He held his head in pain, clutched his hair, and his handsome face distorted at this time.

He also had a picture book in front of him, as if he had left it on purpose, and the story was continuing in the madhouse, and the story told by the toy man followed.

"If I go in, you'll definitely hurt me" The little animal seems to have seen the knife that Mr. Haha is hiding behind his back.

A sharpened knife, sharp.

"That's right," Mr. Haha admitted calmly.

But the little animal still walked in, so Mr. Haha stabbed him with a knife, stab, ......stab,

Dr. Lang stood up, walked back to his bedroom, and fell asleep in his bed.

He was asleep, and by the time he woke up again, his expression had changed.

Hahahahaha!

Cachinnation.

Dr. Lang took out a box from under the bed, opened the box, and inside was a set of purchased technological devices, which were used to remove the heart miniature bomb.

He walked out of the apartment with his suitcase, and it was snowing heavily.

The goose feathers fluttered, and the footprints were soon covered again by the snow, and the white sky and the earth, only the people who walked in the middle were gray.

Once again, the car stopped at the door of the asylum.

Dr. Lang got out of the car with the suitcase, and the old Pearson opened the door for him: "Doctor, why is it coming again at such a late hour?" But Dr. Lang ignored him.

Old Pearson pouted.

Dr. Lang walked into the lobby of the asylum with his suitcase, and at the door of the ward, the nurse stopped him.

"Doctor, you can't bring the box in" They were already very familiar with Dr. Lang, and knew that this doctor was very capable, and he had never been confused by the toy man, and he could even soothe the toy man.

Dr. Lang resolutely raised his left hand and put a pistol!

Bang! Bang!

At such close proximity, the two nurses couldn't escape at all.

Whew, whew, someone gasped for breath.

Is that yourself? Dr. Lang was stunned for a moment, but his slightly awake brain fell into that paranoia again when he saw the two corpses.

He retrieved the magnetic cards from the two nurses and opened the door to the ward.

The toy man stood there smiling, as if he knew he was coming.

"Mr. Haha is trapped in a magical castle, tossing and turning, and just can't sleep.

At this point, only one person can leave with Mr. Smile. ”

Dr. Lang raised his right hand tremblingly as he listened to the other party's story.

Bloodstained, magic key.

The door opened.

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