Woo woo –

The sound of the flute came close at the crashing of the waves, and a dark shadow suddenly appeared on the sea level.

The steamer arrives at the harbor on a thunderstormy night, and there is no grand welcome ceremony, only steel, steam, and thunder, and the travelers hurry down the escalator, wearing the top hats that never leave them.

In the cabin, which did not distinguish between day and night, the kerosene lamps flickered with the swaying ships, and the planks also creaked in the squeezing, and gradually calmed down after docking.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the wooden door of the cabin......

"The ship is docked, come out, take good care of Mr. Cliff for a while, and don't let him run away. ”

"Don't worry, Mr. Cliff is calm now, shall we go there directly in a moment?"

There were two soldiers in the cabin, one of whom was standing in the doorway and whispering questions, while the other nonchalantly looked at Bill, who was leaning against the wall panel and wearing a straitjacket, yawning boredly.

“...... Well, we'll prepare the car in a moment and take Mr. Cliff directly to the mountains, and then you can take a vacation. ”

"Understood!"

The soldier who was talking to the outsider suddenly turned to Bill with a happy face.

"Mr. Cliff, we are home. ”

"You're lying to me. ”

Calmly leaning against the plank wall, Bill's icy gaze staring at the soldier's evasive eyes, the feeling of his arms trapped in his restraint suit was extremely awkward, an external restraint on the mentally ill.

"Hehe, Mr. Cliff, you think too much, how could I lie to you, we really want to send you home......"

The soldier laughed awkwardly, and his eyes motioned for the unawake soldier to join him, and they first pulled Bill off the plank bed, dressed him in ordinary linen shoes that did not fit well, and put on a high-end cashmere suit jacket to cover his restraints.

Bill was still wondering why his leather shoes were missing, and suddenly saw the shoes on the soldier's feet, and his eyes were even more cloudy surrounded by dark circles, but he could only be at the mercy of these two soldiers at the moment.

"O you sir, I want to see him. ”

"Brigadier General Charles is still working on the Sivar mine in Jikransi, he's very busy!"

Prevaricating at will, the soldiers also changed into ordinary clothes, and kicked open the wooden door of the cabin with this dangerous man, and the passengers on the passenger ship were gone, so no one saw them leave like a sandwich.

It was still raining heavily, and the foggy and cloudy Brittus was still wet, and they walked down the escalator in the darkness of the night and the light of the lighthouse.

The pure black steam car stopped on the opposite side of the port square, and there were already two men in black with umbrellas waiting next to the steam car, waving in the direction of Bill.

The soldier walked briskly to the steam wagon with Bill, who left in such a hurry that they ran forward in the rain without an umbrella.

Eyeball-heavy raindrops smacked on the flat harbor square, splashing countless mud droplets, and before they were completely drenched in soup, they finally rushed into the steam car.

"What a goddamn weather!"

"Yes, damp Brittus, every year there is such a rainy season. ”

"I would like to move to the south after retirement, I have heard that the climate is pleasant, and of course it would be nice if my house in the town and my salary for so many years would allow me to buy a piece of land in the southern countryside and live as a kulak......"

"Haha, you think too beautifully, the southern Ceylon region is an important grain producing area in our country, where the producers are all farmers, one is richer than the other, your salary is only enough to buy a horse!"

"Okay, just your mouth ...... fast"

The soldiers complained as they closed the doors and wiped the water from their heads with dry hand towels, and Bill was caught in the middle and sat in the back seat, waiting for them to sit in the front seat.

These people are all Brigadier General Charles's men, so the soldiers can talk freely, not to mention that now they are escorting a psychosis, which is simply the easiest task since they became soldiers.

The steam locomotive broke through the rain and sped northwest on the widening road, and Bill sat stiffly in the middle, thinking about a series of recent events.

"Where are they taking me now, why don't I get a response to what I say to them, and why do I still be looked at with that kind of look?"

"The name Charles seems familiar to me, is it someone I know, what have I been through, why did I suddenly lose my memory?"

"The man on the left mentions the Sivar mines......

"Mining ......"

As the word came to mind, Bill's eyes flashed quickly, and he saw the tall, dark figure dragging him towards the ...... step by step

"Shhhh

A headache struck, spreading out little by little from the cracked skull, and he could feel something wandering around in his head and gnawing on it, like an insatiable parasitic larva for a day, trying to hollow out his brain and consciousness.

But what it was, Bill had no way of knowing.

Continuing to use this incomparably familiar word to call for intermittent fragments of memory, more fragments emerged in front of his eyes with pain.

「...... I seem to have been in the Sivar mines, and in order to solve something, someone attacked me after I entered the mine and dragged me to some hidden mine in an attempt to kill me inside?"

"Who wants me dead, or the same people who bought me to kill me on the black market?"

"Tsk......"

His calm face was suddenly filled with gloom, water droplets continued to drip from the ends of his slightly long hair, his right cheek bit unconsciously, and the corners of his mouth spurted.

Bill looked down at his feet, his dark brown hair blocking his distorted face, and his cold eyes were fixed on the soles of his high-end leather shoes on the ground, which he wanted to cut off.

He just couldn't remember what had happened since he left Brittus, like the defense mechanism had activated to force him to forget something very important, causing his memories to be intermittent during this time.

Moreover, Bill does not believe that the mastermind behind this murder is the same as the person who hired the murderer to assassinate him before, and their killing routines are obviously different.

"I can only think of the blurry image of someone dragging me to the ground, who is that tall and burly background, and if you find him, you can know who wants to kill me. 」

"Hehehehe......"

"I'm going to catch you, and I'm hiding in the dark trying to kill my wreck, but unfortunately you don't know yet, I can't kill you at all!"

The masked faces smiled fiercely, the soldiers chatted with laughter, they didn't worry about anything stupid Bill would do, and the quality of the mentally ill person's white restraint suit was better than that of the military uniform.

The steam car sped through the small town of Whitbit and then through the mountain villa area, the interior of the car was dark and gloomy, and only two yellow-white gas lamps illuminated the front.

A soldier had just told a joke that caused everyone to laugh, when Bill suddenly looked up and turned around and shouted, and the water in his hair was thrown all over the car.

"Hey, where are you going to take me now, my house is over!"

"Okay, sit tight, Mr. Cliff, you'll know in a moment where we're going to send you, and you won't have any other home in the future, and the place where you're going will be your home!"

The soldier on the left quickly pressed Bill's shoulder and pressed him to his seat, and the joyous atmosphere of the steam car was ruined by a sentence, and the soldiers crooked their mouths and stopped blowing.

"Damn, whose idea was this, they were going to send me to a madhouse in the mountains......

"Heh, in addition to finding the person who tried to kill me, I have another historical problem, when ordinary people are locked up in a mental hospital, how can they prove that they are normal?"

"I really don't know how to write the answer to this question. 」

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey......"

An eerie laugh suddenly came out of his throat, and it was eerie in the gloomy steam car where the rain pounded on the glass, and the soldiers on the left and right seemed to tug at their clothes at the same time, feeling a chill from the soles of their feet.

The driver stepped on the gas pedal and pressed his full throttle, eager to throw Bill into a mental hospital, just now they got carried away and chatted, almost forgetting that although this mission is simple, it must not let down their guard.

Because Charles told them that Williams Cliff was important and that he should be sent to the psychiatric hospital safely and quickly!

Except for weird laughter and muttering that didn't seem like human language, no one spoke in the car along the way.

The steam car made a splash as they drove by, and they finally sent Cliff, bound in his straitjacket, to a psychiatric hospital on the West Hills, where they quickly fled the place full of screams and screams.

Xishan Psychiatric Hospital, there is also a very long name, which is so long that every time Bill has to react for a long time and can't pronounce it correctly.

Bill didn't bother to recall what the official name of the psychiatric hospital was that he was neighboring himself, because at the moment he was sitting in a gray room with his hands tied and more indifferent than the police interrogation room.

There was also a man sitting in front of him.

A middle-aged man with a square face, a stubble chin, heavy gold-rimmed glasses, dark yellow hair and blue eyes, and a white coat.

The middle-aged man holds pens and notebooks, and behind him is a burly blonde female nurse whose size reminds Bill of the unsmiling Boss Lacey at the Gickroncy.

"Hello Mr. Cliff, I'm the head of the Rescue Service for Vulnerable Groups and Persons with Communication Disorders, just call me Hoover. ”

"This is my assistant, Miss Marselan. ”

Bill grinned an ugly smile, guessing that his expression was similar to Jack's awkward smile.

This Jack is certainly not a mad magician, but a great captain, Jack Sparrow.

"Hello, Mr. Stationmaster, I'm glad you didn't call yourself Mr. Dean, so I'll confuse you with the others~"

"I haven't had dinner yet, do you want to serve oriental food here, I can introduce you to a good oriental restaurant, I'm a regular customer there!"

This inexplicable answer did not affect any of the emotions of Stationmaster Hoover, who was writing and drawing in the notebook, and Bill was sitting across from him, unable to see what he was writing.

"You're doing a good job, Mr. Cliff, and saying that what you like is good for relaxation and let's get to work better. ”

"Of course, I say this to tell you not to be nervous, I have seen patients with all kinds of mental illnesses, whether it is mania or depression, and of course there are many patients who have completely lost their minds, and they have a very happy time here. ”

Stationmaster Hoover raised his glasses and held the iron clip behind the notebook and said calmly that if he hadn't heard the screams of the mentally ill every day, Bill might have believed what he said.

And the next words, Bill has wanted to say for a long time.

"I am not mentally ill and in good physical condition, I eat on time every day, if I don't work overtime, I go to bed on time, and I rarely have nightmares. ”

"By the way, speaking of work, my friends and I are also preparing to set up a machinery processing factory recently, I am the main investor and owner of the factory, and I am currently applying for monopoly technology. ”

Smiling at the stationmaster Hoover again, his pale face matched with the smile, there was a kind of morbid beauty, and for a while the brown hair that had not been taken care of for a while was longer than the earlobe, and Bill was trying to show his sanity and grace.

Now his hands are tied, all the revolvers hidden on his body have been taken away, his abilities have not been restored, and all his money bags and all his valuable things have been taken away by the soldiers who have just sent him to a mental hospital......

Therefore, he can only try to express his clear consciousness and thinking at the moment, hoping to be sent out of this place that does not belong to him by Stationmaster Hoover.

"Well, I see, Mr. Cliff, you're a great entrepreneur. ”

"Yes, entrepreneur, do you want that?"

"Of course, you can also call you entrepreneur, capitalist or whatever you like, and your friends here all have varying degrees of paranoia, so everyone has their favorite name or their weird codename. ”

"I like to meet your psychological needs in such trivial matters, as long as you can stay here honestly and don't think about running out and adding to my workload. ”

Stationmaster Hoover began to talk to himself as he spoke, and continued to write in his notebook, not caring what Bill had just said.

"By the way, Mr. Cliff, what do you prefer for us to call you?"

"It's all right......"

"Very well, sir, let's move on to the next topic. ”

The corners of his eyes began to twitch rapidly, and Bill struggled to maintain a near-collapsed smile, the protruding whites of his eyes covered in dark bloodshots, and his breathing became rapid.

"Call me Cliff or Bill, or you can call me Mr. or Boss, or even a scientist!"

"I don't call Mr. Ok!!"

Bounced off his chair excitedly, Bill was tied up and rushed towards the stationmaster, and Miss Marselan, who was strong behind the stationmaster, grabbed Bill with one arm and pressed him back to his seat by the collar with a fierce face.

Bill was grabbed by her shoulder bone, just enough force to immobilize him without excruciating pain, and Marselan pulled out a syringe and vial of yellow liquid from the white pouch around his waist.

Place the syringe with one hand?? Inserting the rubber stopper vial, Miss Marselan expertly sucked up half a tube of liquid and injected it into the back of Bill's neck......

Looking at the sleepy Bill, Stationmaster Hoover remained impatient, nagging about what he needed to explain.

"You can ...... first"

"No, since you don't like it, then call you Mr. Cliff, mania is not really terrible, to put it bluntly, people like you are just selfish ghosts, just thinking about making others obey their will, and what others do makes you angry at the slightest dissatisfaction. ”

"You have to learn to try to control your restless emotions, and to be honest, I don't want to waste precious tranquilizers on you social waste, so the next time you try to attack me, I'll strip you of all mobility. ”

"Of course, if you act calmly enough in the coming days to not let me waste time on your bunch of trash, you will be rewarded, such as more time outdoors and candy or snacks that you like to eat......"

“......”

"Have a good time in your new home, Mr. Cliff. ”