Mentally ill people live in their own fantasy world, and if we break into his world, we will be attacked by him.

In particular, for people with a schizophrenic personality who are prone to violence, perhaps before God, there is no distinction between sick and good and evil, only belief and unbelief. In front of the doctor, all people are the patients first, and then they are good and evil.

I broke into Baram's dreams and saw him rough treatment of all the people and animals around him, this is a true evil man, who may have lived in the shadow of the violence of his relatives since he was a child, and I want to end his life of sin and take back his own soul.

After abusing the animals and people on the farm, Barum returned to the hut and rested on a plank bed.

A plan had been created in my mind to scare him to death.

I woke up the little black boy who had been kicked unconscious by Baram, motioned him not to speak, and then gave him an apple to hide and eat, and the fruit was everywhere. I then picked up the carcass of the white goose that had been bitten off the neck by Barrum and crept out the door of the cabin.

Closing my eyes, I saw through the wooden door of the hut that Barum was talking to himself, speaking the local dialect so fast that I could not understand it. However, this did not delay the implementation of my plan.

I found rope and sticks around the hut, and then I found the little boy who had eaten the apple, and motioned for him to come with me, and the little boy looked at me blankly, and I said that if he listened to me, I would give him another apple.

The little boy followed me to the hut, and I quickly knocked on the door with a stick, and then rushed to the side of the hut with a single lunge.

Barum opened the door, saw the frightened little black boy, immediately yelled at him, and waved his fist to hit him, the little boy shook his senses, turned and ran. After a few curses, I took the opportunity to climb to the roof of the hut and lay on it, and saw Barum return to the hut and slam the door.

I tied the carcass of the big white goose with a rope around one of my feet, hung it upside down at the door of the hut, and then struck it again with a stick.

I continued to knock on the door, and Barum angrily opened the door with a wooden stick, and immediately saw the upside-down corpse of the big white goose, and was startled.

But he soon understood, and as soon as he removed the carcass of the great white goose, he looked towards the roof.

Barum didn't see me hiding on the roof, so he circled around the hut and returned to the hut in a huff.

I slipped down from the roof and rushed into the chicken pen, grabbed the neck of one chicken with my quick hand, and the rest of the chickens immediately screamed, I quickly snatched out of the chicken pen, hid behind a cow, twisted the chicken's neck with both hands, ripped off the chicken's head, and then wiped the chicken's blood on my face.

Barum heard the rooster crow, and again came out with a stick to inspect it.

I stabbed the claws of a dead chicken under the tail of a nearby calf, which was frightened and ran out of the farm. The remaining cattle and sheep also made a commotion, and Barum stopped the animals with sticks, and I slipped into the hut while he was not looking.

The wooden house was simply furnished, with a sharp knife stuck in the table, and I pulled out the sharp knife, threw the headless dead chicken on Baram's bed, and drew a chicken head on the table with the broken neck.

At this moment, Barrum's curse was heard from outside the room, and I hurriedly hid under the plank bed.

The wooden door was pushed open by Baram, he entered the house, dropped the stick in his hand, looked at the table, and was startled when he saw the head of the chicken drawn in blood, and hurriedly picked up the stick again, and walked towards the bed, and saw the dead chicken on the bed, with a frightened expression on his face.

Soon the expression on his face changed from horror to anger, and he turned to leave the hut, standing at the door and shouting, "Ho did it? Stand up and I'll fight you!”

Of course, there was no one outside, so I crept out from under the bed, grabbed the dead chicken from the bed, and lay down on the bed, learning the crow of the hen in my mouth, and when Barum turned to look into the cabin, I threw the dead chicken out of my hand and smashed it directly into his face.

Barum exclaimed, "Mom! Then I stomped on the dead chicken on the ground, and I quickly got up from the bed with my eyes closed, making a "clucking" sound from my mouth.

The other man threw the stick in his hand at me, then turned around and fled the hut.

I left the hut and went to the pen, where I spotted a white piglet, grabbed it by the tail with one hand, and stabbed it into the neck with the other. The pigs around me also began to mess up, so I rushed back to the hut with the piglets in my arms, threw them on the roof, climbed on the roof myself, and began to slaughter the pigs.

Pig blood seeped into the hut through the cracks in the wooden planks of the roof, and I threw the cut pork through the door into the hut, leaving the piglet's internal organs and pig's head and pigskin on the roof.

I leaned on the roof and waited for Barham to return.

Unless he wakes up, he'll be back.

Sure enough, when it was almost dark, Barum returned with a flashlight, but he did not come back alone, but with another person, but this person was exactly the same as him, even the hairstyle, clothing, and even walking movements, and I immediately understood that this was another personality of Baram.

"The two of them" were menacing, with flashlights in one hand and sharp knives in the other.

When he came to the door of the wooden house, the flashlight immediately shone on the blood stains on the ground, one person stayed outside the door to guard, and the other person entered the wooden house, and saw a room of flesh and blood dripping from the top of his head, this person trembled with fright.

I continued to tap the side of the hut with my stick, making a penetrating knocking sound.

Standing in the doorway, the man looked up at the roof, and I threw a hanging of pig intestines on his head by the light of a flashlight, and the man fainted in fright.

The man in the room also snatched it out, and I threw the bloody pig's head in front of him.

Barum was stunned, and the sharp knife and flashlight in his hand fell to the ground.

I grabbed the piglet's flesh and jumped off the roof, put it on Baram's head, and quickly escaped from his dream, with Baram's heart-pounding screams behind me.

When I came out of Baram's dream, I saw that Barum, who was still asleep in the room, had his limbs twitching, and his hands were constantly scratching, but he couldn't grasp anything, so he scratched at his head and face, and his long hard nails scratched his dirty face with bloody flesh and blood, and his hair was also pulled out a lot.

My intimidation worked, and he had only half a life, if not scared to death.

Back in my room, I lay down on the dirty, pungent rubber floor and began to think about my next move.

There was a glimmer of light coming from the small window on the wall, and I continued to wait for the arrival of the ghost guard's R9.

At noon, I was hungry again, and the guy in charge of delivering the potatoes said to me through the small hole in the door: "Today, the dean will add a meal for you, three potatoes and a handful of vegetables, hurry up and eat them!" ”

But there was no movement in the next room, and the guy who delivered the food shouted at Fang **: "Fool Baram, wake up, it's time to eat!" ”

After screaming a few times, there was still no response in the room, so the guy took out the flashlight he carried with him and turned it on and shone it into the room, and when he saw Barum with a bloody face, he immediately reported to his superiors with the walkie-talkie on his shoulder.

"This guy took his own eyeballs out and ate them, but he definitely didn't starve to death!"

Franklin, along with his assistants Jefferson and Hodman, concluded that Barham was dead.

"Here, dying a sick person is like dying a chicken, no fuss!" The guy who delivered the food said to me.