Qiu Xuan picked up the pill, poured a mouthful of water neatly and swallowed it, looking like he had no worries at all.

In fact, after feeling it for a few seconds, she really didn't have any worries, because the "senses" didn't detect any danger. What's more, as I said before, if there is really something mentally wrong because of taking the wrong medicine, it won't have much impact on the results.

The criterion for clearing the trial is just "alive", to put it more ugly, even if the last thing that passes through the portal is a stitch monster whose body parts have been broken and reconnected, or even just a mass of consciousness, a brain (provided that a way to save this still alive brain) can be counted as a successful escape.

In other words, except for a few newcomers, the executioners who have come up to the present are more or less mentally ill. It's not uncommon to take the wrong medicine now, at best, to be a little crazier.

Qiu Xuan's throat rolled for a second, and when he caught a glimpse of something, he suddenly looked back at the table on the high seat, and the cardinal who was sitting on the main seat of the big horse golden knife happened to look at it and paused.

He didn't leave with Kia's previous move, instead, it was as if his ass was firmly glued to the chair. It turned out that the posture of the meal was still what it was now, and I didn't even move the angle of the head much.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and the man suddenly pulled his facial muscles, and pulled a standard God-loving version of the world and kindness and benevolence in this direction.

Qiu Xuan choked for a moment, preferring to be put on again with a binding blindfold.

The delicate woman sitting across the long table also swallowed the pill in her hand without any psychological burden, she raised her head and looked at Qiu Xuan a few times, and shrugged her shoulders silently, expressing her sympathy for her misfortune to extract the identity of "witch" into the role.

"Eh, has anyone ever asked what the bishop is about?"

While all the caregivers present were putting the finishing touches on their work, a executioner at the long table lowered his voice and said, "I heard that he doesn't seem to be in charge of things, but he has a lot to do with the people of the Central Church...... Is he a relation? The kind that parachuted directly into St. Canaan? ”

"He has nothing to do with the main story." It was another able, experienced-looking woman who spoke. "My gut told me that this time the main story was unfolding in that Saint Chiara. We first have to find an opportunity to contact her before we can trigger the main story. ”

Qiu Xuan's wrist under the restraint robe turned twice, slightly loosened a little, and opened a small opening on the restraint mask on his face.

"It's okay to pretend to be sick." "If we were 'patients', we wouldn't have been able to have access to Chiara, but now is an opportunity. Anyway, those of us who have just come in, whether it's a drug allergy or a sudden acute stress disorder, as long as we can keep Chiara, the others are not afraid that they won't have a chance to contact her. ”

The capable woman who spoke before frowned when she heard this, and turned to Qiu Xuan's position.

"It's a viable solution, but the question is who can guarantee that the 'patient' who pretends to be sick won't be coerced for treatment afterwards?"

Qiu Xuan shrugged, "Then I'll pretend to be sick, and then you take advantage of the chaos to approach Kiara." ”

As soon as these words came out, the gazes of all the remaining executioners on the long table began to change subtly.

Most of them can probably guess what they think in their hearts, after all, in this environment where the interests of a single person are paramount, this remark already means that the person who said this is an "outlier".

And the fact is that Qiu Xuan didn't think about it so much, her idea was very simple, anyway, sooner or later, she needed such a person to create an opportunity to get close to the saint, and this person was the same for everyone. What's more, now that Qin Jiuyuan's ass was sitting firmly on the chair above, would he watch himself being sent to the electric chair?

Half an hour later.

In the dim and damp cramped room, Qiu Xuan sat on the electric chair wearing electronic shackles, looking ahead expressionlessly.

"You can do it."

She sighed faintly, and the cardinal, who was still standing in the same narrow space but still looked dignified, coughed lightly, "Are you accusing me?" ”

"Don't dare."

Qin Jiuyuan hung his head and looked at the girl sitting in the electric chair for a while, and suddenly, the only cardinal of St. Canaan suddenly squatted down on the edge of the armrest of the chair, bent his legs and half-knelt in front of the chair.

Two pairs of eyes that were also as black as ink met on the same level, and the man stared at him for a long time, and said, "Do you know what will happen to those patients who have made mistakes in the past, sitting on the chair you are sitting on now?" ”

"Is your sanatorium regular, Mr. Bishop?" Qiu Xuan asked rhetorically, "I am afraid that the use of this treatment method on patients does not meet the standards prescribed by law." ”

"Legal?" The cardinal tilted his head, "No, in the newly revised Central Dogma Law, the special treatment of certain patients with mental illness has been well maintained in the first line of Chapter 32. From a legal point of view, there is nothing wrong with our approach. ”

Ghost world background.

Qiu Xuan had nothing to say.

The half-kneeling man stared silently at this angle for a moment, and finally he changed his movements and slowly picked up two electrodes from the table next to him.

"Any idea what this is?" The palm shook in front of the sight, "Generally speaking, we will choose to tie the electrodes to the two lower legs, starting from 120 volts and gradually applying upwards, and the process is repeated. In general, the third shock will show signs of unbearable collapse, so that the whole punishment process is remembered to ensure that no more aggressive behavior is used to harm the staff or other patients. ”

"Witch...... Well, what's your name? ”

"I lost my nameplate." Qiu Xuan said honestly, "I don't know where I fell, I saw it last night, but I disappeared when I got up today." ”

"Good, so we have one more reason to punish – lose your name tag." The man who was half-kneeling on the ground shrugged his shoulders with regret, "Next time, remember to take a good look at your name." ”

"I didn't ask about that, though." "I've heard them say that among the patients admitted yesterday was a man who inherited the name 'Seraphim,' and that person was the only witch in the hospital—you know, news spreads very quickly in this place. It's just that...... What I asked was, what was your name as a 'witch'? ”

"My name is Qiu Ritian," Qiu Xuan sneered. "No, so what's the point of you redistributing names? Then everyone should use their original names. ”

The cardinal shook his head, "You don't understand the little girl, this is a rule that every miraculous sanctuary on the continent follows by default, symbolizing a new life and a new beginning. ”

"Then why did you ask me my original name?"

“…… Let's revisit the mistakes you made before. The man looked as usual, as if nothing had happened, and Qiu Xuan would treat it as if nothing had happened. I saw Qin Jiuyuan pick up the electrode in his hand again and gesture twice, and said, "How is it, are you afraid?" With that in mind, the name brand thing aside, let's talk about why you deliberately caused a disturbance at breakfast time. ”

"I have a persistent stress response." Qiu Xuan was straightforward, "The situation just now made me think of some very bad things, so I couldn't control myself all of a sudden. But now it's okay and I'm fine again. ”

“…… Is it? ”

"Indeed."

"How long have you been in this situation so that you can talk to me? I have a first-class psychiatrist certificate from the Central Church, and I may be able to help you. ”

Qiu Xuan looked at the man in front of her with her eyes, and was a little speechless for a while. "Isn't it brother, does your first-level qualification teach you to give psychological counseling to patients in this kind of place? Aren't you afraid of deepening the psychological shadow of the patient? ”

The cardinal pinched the electrodes attached to the electric chair in his hand, and after a moment looked up and smiled amiably. "Don't worry, have you ever heard of a psychotherapy modality outside of the mainstream? In a way, transferring the fear of one thing to another is the elimination of that fear. ”

Qiu Xuan: "Look at what you can." ”

Qin Jiuyuan shook his head and seemed to laugh, "Do you have an opinion about me?" It seems that since last night, there have been some misunderstandings between us...... Can you tell me about it, have I ever offended you? ”

"Well, Lord Asafir......" Suddenly, in the corner of the dimly lit room, a voice trembled. Well, it's been a long time since the access circuit was powered on and warmed up, and now it's actually time to turn on the power switch. ”

Qin Jiuyuan: "Are you teaching me to do things?" ”

Half a minute later, the dull sound of the door closing sounded again, and the bishop in the platinum robe walked back again, and there were really only two people left in the cramped space.

"Where did we just talk?" The man pinched his phalanges and began fiddling with his two broken electrodes again, "yes, why don't you look at me unpleasantly?" ”

Qiu Xuan blinked slowly.

……

Half an hour ago.

"Are you sure?" Ed's fingers frantically tugged at Qiu Xuan's cuffs under the long table, "Did you see the strong men in charge of our table?" I'm so scary, I feel like my thighs aren't as thick as other people's arms! It really doesn't matter if you rush up like this when the time comes? ”

"Then why don't you rush?"

Qiu Xuan glanced at him, her fingers moved quietly, and she pinned the restraint mask on her face again.

There was a loud bang.

In an instant, the people at the few tables close to the center of the auditorium all heard this overly obvious movement, Qiu Xuan kicked the bench that had been overturned to the ground, moved his body, and suddenly rushed towards the center of the evacuating crowd at a speed that no one expected.

She was not alarmed by a group of ordinary people, but by the "marginal" patients who were really imprisoned in St. Canaan, from all over the plane who lived in the corners of the gutter.

I don't know who took the lead in making an excited scream, and the shrill voice that was too distorted and transposed aroused the emotions of the vast majority of patients who were still in a controlled state. An old man with gray hair suddenly pulled out a knife sharpened from a toothbrush from his crumpled underwear, and stabbed one of the nurses who was escorting him in the face.

The nurse had not yet recovered from the sudden farce, and was caught off guard by being stabbed. Distorted cries of pain rang out, and more and more patients in bondage jumpsuits rioted, as if to turn the otherwise holy church into a prelude to a carnival.

Several sturdy nurses rushed towards the "witch" who was taking the lead in the crowd, but in the next second, they all stopped in unison, and swallowed uncontrollably as they looked at the large shadow in front of them.

The chainsaw man's mountain-like figure contrasts the original big man like a younger brother, and the restraint mask on his face has been removed at some point. At this moment, the tip of the scarlet tongue licked the sawblade-like shark teeth, cracked the huge mouth, and showed a terrifying smile towards the crowd.

The delicate woman frowned in the confusion, her eyes scanning the crowd as if to determine something. Suddenly, his eyes suddenly locked in one direction, and his figure disappeared in place in a flash.

What broke the chaos was a gunshot rang out.

St. Canaan's Gun Rose stood at the entrance of the gate, looking a little out of breath, obviously just rushing back from where she had left. But her hand holding the gun was extremely steady, it was a Glock 18, a double-row magazine, and the rate of fire was fast.

The threat of firearms made some of the patients who had not completely entered a state of uncontrollable excitement intimidate and stopped their movements, but there were still some patients who were completely radicalized, who did not hesitate, let out strange cries of excitement, and constantly tried to climb up the chandelier to the top of the porch and throw some sharp cutlery such as knives and forks.

In the violently shaking chandelier, one bullet hit the large knife he held in his hand, and the other hit the calf. The figure suddenly fell, and was dragged down by the nurses who had been prepared for a long time to stop the bleeding.

Few people saw that the eyes of the delicate woman in the crowd seemed to light up, and then an old version of the CZ75 pistol appeared out of thin air in her hand - not common in desperate situations, because the advanced level of development allowed the group of people in the weapons research and development department to easily make a fully automatic repeating standard pistol that even novices who knew nothing about firearms could use - through the crowd and shot at Kiara, who was standing at the door.

"Hey, what is her identity?" Qiu Xuan stopped her movements, and looked at the delicate woman who was entangled with Qiara, "It's so strong." ”

"Her name is 'Ya'." Seeing this, an executioner beside Qiu Xuan kindly explained, "Do you know the 'King of Guns'? The Gun King from the Dark Star Guild is proficient in the use of every firearm on the market. The first battle became famous when the guild grabbed territory in the last time, you didn't see the scene at that time, with a single hand sniping and killing, one person is worth an army. ”

In another sense, the gun king Qiu Xuan: "Yes, very powerful." ”

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