I stretched my arms, kicked my legs, and twisted my waist.

Yes, the material of this pure white hospital gown is not bad, although it is a little loose and a little thin, but it is clean and comfortable enough, mainly loose enough and has a certain elasticity, so that it will not get in the way of fighting for a while.

Actually, I didn't want to wear this thing, but my own clothes were so dirty that I couldn't wear them, so I had to make do with them first, I can't just fight them naked for a while, right? Not only will it not look good if you win, but it will be miserable if you lose...

Dressed, I squatted on the ground and carefully observed the fat face of the dead pervert, which had turned black and purple, was it dead?

I don't know, and I don't care.

In fact, at this moment, I am a little grateful to Lao Gu, if it weren't for his subordinate Ah San for letting me see some restricted-level bloody scenes in advance, if it weren't for him forcing me step by step to be like this, I don't think I would have such a strong psychological quality at this time, and I wouldn't have the courage to stare at this dead pervert on the ground like this.

Seriously, this kind of thing is really different from watching the real scene and watching the TV screen, the visual impact is really 108,000 miles, there is no comparison at all, even if it is a 3D4D5D ultra-realistic screen in the theater, it can't show such a shocking effect.

At this moment, I still have a thought in my heart, if I can still get out of here, and when I get out, I will find the scumbags who ruined Wang Yang at that time, and I will do this to them one by one, and I will not let go of any of them.

"What's going on?! What's going on?! Two strong! ”

Suddenly, a voice sounded, it was the same voice that had just spoken to this pervert, I stood up and looked at him with a blank face, I saw the fear and surprise on his face.

When I saw him, I suddenly remembered the conversation they had just had.

Judging from the conversation between the two of them, this pervert wanted to spoil me not on a whim, nor because my flesh was too beautiful to hold it for a while. This is a 'repeat offender', and he must have had ruined more than one mentally ill person before I was sent here, and he had 'accidents'.

What else could that be an accident? It's definitely not killing someone, or it's leaving you with a lifelong disability or something.

But because no one believed what these mentally ill people said, the pervert's final punishment was only to be reprimanded by their director.

But looking at the fearless look he had just given me, this 'reprimand' must have been completely meaningless to him.

I suddenly remembered that the day before I was imprisoned, a group of them together called me mentally ill, and then the police believed me.

All the patients who have been hurt by this pervert have felt the despair I felt at that time, right?

No, they must be more desperate than I am, because they are indeed being physically assaulted. I'm a little luckier than them.

Then they were... How desperate will it be?

Does it feel like the whole world has abandoned you? Even Lord Yama abandoned himself?

Isn't it... Death can't even relieve that desperate pain?

The biggest disadvantage of this hospital gown is that it doesn't come with shoes, which is a pity, otherwise you can kick it with your feet, how happy is that?

I lay the dead pervert flat on the ground under the man's gaze, sat on his chest, and began punching him in the face.

With every punch, I silently recite a person's name in my mind.

Old and ancient... Ah San... Ah Four... Respect for Sheng... Jing Wei... Xiaoyu... Calf... Lan Lan...

Those four bastard policemen...

And Zhang Mingchao... Zhang Mingchao... Zhang Mingchao! Zhang Mingchao!

Also, it's all the innocent patients you've ruined, bear it, you deserve it.

"The new kid is sick! Come on! Dead man!! ”

In fact, in terms of size, the man was much stronger than me, but he didn't dare to stop me at all from beginning to end, and even ran out after shouting this sentence.

Several dead perverted teeth popped out, one eyeball was sunken, alternating red and black liquid flowed from the corner of the eye, the bridge of the nose had been flattened, and the whole face became like a birthday cake that had been stepped on.

"Hurry up, I won't be able to hold on if I don't come again..."

I silently thought to myself.

The accumulated anger has almost been vented, and the shape of the face of the dead pervert has also been beaten by me more and more terrifying, if they don't come to stop me, I guess I can't stand it first.

"Zhao Qianqian! Stop it! ”

Judging by the voice, this should be the 'director'.

This director has a thin face, a hairline with a high hairline that is comparable to that of the Qing Dynasty, and his figure is also very thin, and there are six or seven people in them, only the white coat on his body looks very loose.

It's a person, and I'm almost out of strength, so just resist and arrest it.

However, these people who came were obviously more professional, and each of them was holding a long weapon with a shape similar to the crescent shovel, except that the tip of their shovel was not a shovel, but a metal curved pipe with a radius of about half a meter.

One for each person, and soon I understood how to use this thing.

Six or seven people quickly stood in a circle around me, and the director gave an order, and these people together thrust the guys in their hands at me.

The front end of the thing in everyone's hand was semi-circular, and it was all stuck behind my waist, like a big hoop.

The men were pushing me from all sides, as if they were putting a belt around their waist, and then someone was pulling the belt so hard that I could barely breathe in a few seconds.

It didn't give me much chance to resist with the sound of "crackling" electricity, and a sharp pain from my back ended my consciousness again...

Uncle, there won't be anything else but electric batons, right? Are you all Thunderbolt babes?

When I woke up again, I found myself locked up in a room with no light at all.

Is this the same room I was in when I first arrived? Or are they all living in this kind of room for their patients?

I tried to move, but I was able to move, but there was a big limitation, I was supposed to put that bondage suit on again, but it didn't tie me to the bed.

It's okay, at least you can bend your knees and turn over or something, so it's not too uncomfortable.

I quietly recalled what happened before I lost consciousness, and I felt a trace of fear in my heart.

I can't tell for sure if the pervert is dead, but I think if I'm hurt to this point, there's not much hope of survival, right?

By the way, I'm a mentally ill person, and I don't have to pay for my life.

This law is really... Is... It's so fucked up.

I have seen countless news before, not only at home, but even abroad, as long as it can be determined that the murderer has a mental problem, then his murder is not considered homicide, and he does not have to bear legal responsibility.

So... Could this be one of the reasons why I was imprisoned here by the old guys?