The strong man began to fight back, and the madness came up, and these nurses couldn't hold him down, but as more and more nurses joined, soon, the strong man fell in a pool of blood.

The scene was chaotic, the patients cried, laughed, shouted and made a fuss, and Dean Wang sprinkled all the fire on the patients: "A group of helpless madmen! You, you, you! You're all mentally ill! Are people like you worthy of eating dumplings? ”

Lao Yan whispered in my ear: "Look at it, this grandson will kill himself if he commits many injustices, and sooner or later, he will die at the hands of a madman." ”

Dean Wang was so angry that he pointed at us and scolded us for a long time, and everyone returned to the ward under the care of the fierce nurses.

The wards on the first floor of the madhouse are all large rooms, with more than a dozen beds in the room, and a narrow corridor in the middle, where more than a dozen mentally ill patients sleep in one room, and the danger can be imagined.

I, Lao Yan and Zhu Feiyue live in a ward, and there will be nothing to do in the afternoon, so we will lie down in a daze and watch the crazy people around us make all kinds of blind noise.

The middle-aged boss who combed his back continued to give lectures to his "students": "In addition to selling cemeteries, what else can you do to make money quickly!" Sell health supplements! Invite an old man, or an old lady as a contemporary spokesperson, the appearance must be respectable, kind and kind, packaged as a Miao doctor, the founder of Mongolian medicine, etc., a thousand-year-old prescription, talk to the TV station, give enough advertising money, and blow it is over. ”

"Insomnia, huh? After eating our recipe, ensure that you do not suffer from insomnia, the packaging must be of high grade, the president of the National Insomnia Association, the founder of Scientific Sleep, this expert, that expert's ...... All kinds of names must be compiled, and when the people look at it, this expert is a big deal, and what he sells must be a miracle drug. ”

"Let the old man sit in front of the camera, blow it, the more outrageous the blow, the more people believe it, and then invite some group performances, hosts or something, spend money to get some support, call the hotline on the spot, the program effect is in place, you just wait to count the money."

"A box of medicine for insomnia, sold for three thousand three, the cost is actually only a few dollars, the raw material is egg contraband plus veterinary sleeping pills, you can't kill people, but you still sleep after eating, huh? Effective! You still continue to buy, anyway, it's a health care product, no one cares about it, and it is sold online nationwide, with a guaranteed net profit of 5 million a month. Take a shot and change places, next month we will stop selling sleeping pills, and sell tocolytics instead......"

"If you don't earn the hard-earned money of the people, is it still a human being?"

In fact, there was no student in front of the boss, he sat cross-legged on the bed, and said like a river: "I won't tell these money-making routines to ordinary people, you go back and try, if you don't use a knife to cut me......"

On the bed opposite the boss, the writer named Barren Mountain Old Dog also began to lecture with a serious expression: "What is the most important thing in writing?" Plot? Writing? None of them are right. ”

"Most importantly, write about that smell! For example, the more stupid the protagonist, the more wasteful the better, he is obviously a billionaire, but he sleeps in the pigsty of his mother-in-law's house, watching his beautiful wife cuckold him every day, don't ask why, the reader is good. Another example is the supernatural, the protagonist must have a relationship with a beautiful female ghost at the beginning, and it usually begins: My name is Da Shabi, when I was a child, I met a beautiful sister in the cemetery outside the village, she said, she is my wife, and when I grow up, she will marry me. ”

"When I got home, my grandfather found out, but he beat me to death, and found a Maoshan Taoist priest to help me exorcise ghosts ......"

Yan Yixuan couldn't listen anymore: "I said brother, do you still have the face to blow here?" You stole a phone book from the nurse, and you didn't say that you wrote it yourself, are you ashamed? ”

The old dog's expression became profound: "At least, I wrote that smell." ”

His reader held the thick phone book, flipped through it, and exclaimed: "Wei Taichong, it's just that there are a lot of characters in the scene, and behind each person's name, there is a string of strange numbers, and I have been cracking the mystery of those numbers." ”

"I feel like I'm getting closer and closer to the truth of my fear." The reader's pupils constricted violently.

I don't know why, I suddenly want to laugh, the world of the mentally ill is so ridiculous, in fact, many people have never been to an insane asylum in their lives, and they don't know the lives of these people, so they can only rely on the false descriptions in the movie to see a rough idea.

But some plots in reality are so ridiculous that they can't even be made up.

Yan Yixuan shook his head and sighed: "Between a madman and a genius, there is only a piece of paper, I heard that many world-famous painters and writers have the experience of living in a madhouse, the most typical example, Van Gogh." ”

Amid the laughter of the mentally ill, I lay down until dark, drank some gruel casually, and fell asleep.

On my first night in the asylum, I had a lot of strange dreams, and distorted, eerie faces appeared in front of me.

Green Snake Langjun, Sun Shengcai, Fu Taiping, Heshou Mansion, Lu Tu, Liu Neng......

When I woke up the next morning, I felt like I had just taken a hot shower, drenched in cold sweat.

After sleeping this night, I was basically completely awake, it turned out that I was not mentally ill at all, but I experienced the battle in a deserted village, I was stimulated too much, and I had temporary amnesia.

Dean Wang said that my condition was so serious, it was nothing more than to cheat more money from Hu Qingqing. The old brute put "severe" in front of all the mental illnesses known to mankind, and pushed it all on me.

After plenty of rest, my memory gradually recovered.

In the early morning, the cold sunlight shone into the ward, and I rubbed my eyes and looked at the mental illnesses around me, and my heart was suddenly enveloped by an unknown fear!

The fear was so strong that my teeth were fighting up and down uncontrollably!

Cold!

An unprecedented deadly coldness swept through my body!

I! Li Zhiwen was locked up in the most dangerous and terrifying madhouse in the country!

All around me are deadly severe mental patients, and if I am not careful, I will be torn to pieces by them, and I will never recover!

I can't get out anymore!

And that's not all, the scariest thing is...... Hu Qingqing also threatened Dean Wang to experience electric convulsions at least three times a day!

Yesterday, I was delirious, I didn't realize the hidden danger, this sleep woke up, all the memories awakened, I was scared at the time, and fell straight out of bed!

Zhu Feiyue, who was on the bed next to him, pointed at me and smirked.

The middle-aged boss who combed his back hair was touching the wall with his head with a blank expression.

"I'm damned, I'm not human, I shouldn't earn the hard-earned money of the common people......"

Seeing that I fell out of bed, more than a dozen mentally ill patients in the ward surrounded me and approached me step by step with bad intentions.

"Don't come here!"

I held my head and howled, and Lao Yan, not far away, saw that the situation was not right, and immediately rushed up to help me out:

"See what? What is there to see? Get a few hands out of the way! ”

Give him this roar, and then the crowd dispersed, and went to their own business.

Lao Yan helped me up from the ground and sighed: "Young man, in your state, I'm afraid it's difficult to survive here, this is still a safe zone, so I'll scare you like this, when you go to the danger zone one day, what can you do in the face of those bloodthirsty and twisted monsters?" ”

There is a commissary on the first floor, selling some low-grade cigarettes and snacks, the price is ten times that of the outside, Lao Yan handed me a cigarette, I shivered and smoked a few puffs, and gradually calmed down.

"Big brother, thank you." I nodded gratefully at Lao Yan.

Lao Yan looked at me meaningfully: "This is different from the outside world, there is no law here, there is no order, the only rule is that the law of the jungle is the strong!" Everything speaks by strength, this madhouse ...... It's a real hell on earth! ”

"You get ready, I heard from the doctor this morning that Dean Wang has already let go, and in the next two days, he will arrange you to the danger zone!"

My back shuddered violently, and my eyes alternated black and white.

In me, there are many deep mysteries hidden: Why? The powerful Green Snake Langjun, in front of the Ghost King of the Southeast Regions, Liu Neng, is as weak as a fly?

As soon as he took a photo, he gave Liu Neng a chat and a laugh, and he surrendered with a magic weapon?

Recalling the thrilling life-and-death bloody battle in the deserted village, I was in a cold sweat running down my neck, and look at what that means, Lu Tu is more terrible than Liu Neng?

What is the origin of that middle-aged man wearing round sunglasses and a small head?

What means did my father use to play a lifelong friendship with such a terrifying metaphysical power as Lu Tu?

Even he did not hesitate to go all the way to return to the world from the netherworld, just to come for me and Li Youwei's descendants to relieve the siege?