Boom!

After the dull knocking sound, there was a crisp sound of fractures, and Zhang Luo, who thought he was dead, did not smash the back of his head as expected, but was held down by a rough big hand.

Then, when Zhang Luo heard the patients who had mistaken themselves for female nurses just now, he suddenly let out a frightened scream:

"Caregiver...... The caregiver is here! Come on! ”

Then, from a position directly above his head, a gentle-sounding but unabashedly vicious male voice sounded:

"Fuck off, idiot, this patient is mine!"

- Sounds like you've fallen into the hands of something even crazier?

Although he had just been saved, Zhang Luo was completely unhappy, and spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth with difficulty, trying to see who he was holding down this time, but he was restrained by the other party, and he couldn't even turn his head.

"God, isn't there a normal person here......"

When Zhang Luo was complaining, he heard a crisp sound, and viscous and warm blood spilled from the top of his head, drenching him all over his head.

"The normal person you want, here!"

Another exaggerated voice sounded, sounding like a common dubbing in old-fashioned black-and-white comedies, until this time, as the hand holding the back of his head fell weakly, Zhang Luo, who had been unable to turn back, could finally turn back.

Then he saw a blur of flesh and blood of corpses.

The corpse of the "nurse" who was originally pressed on his body had been cut into dozens of pieces and fell to the ground in pieces, and only the exposed bones, muscles and internal organs came into view, and he couldn't see what he looked like at all.

And this time, the one who "rescued" himself was a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses who looked very "elegant".

The guy's brown skin seemed to be dehydrated and shriveled around his body, and his wrinkled face had a kind smile, and the brown "rags" on his body couldn't tell whether it was clothes or skin. The big iron tongs in his hand were already stained with a mixture of blood and yellow **.

"Ah...... Hello? Zhang Luo tried to greet the other party: "Can I go?" ”

Obviously, his efforts were in vain, because the man, who was of poor skin, had already choked his throat with iron tongs:

"I noticed that you are a theist because you just mentioned 'God.'" The man raised the corners of his mouth: "You can't be the priest's subordinate, right?" ”

“……”

Although he didn't know what the other party was talking about, Zhang Luo knew very well that if he answered "yes" now, or showed the slightest sign that he was a priest's subordinate, he would definitely be pinched by the iron tongs in this guy's hand.

So now, he also immediately activated his usual skill:.

"No, no, no, I'm not talking about God in the ordinary sense." Zhang Luo said immediately.

"What's that?" The man holding the iron tongs narrowed his small eyes in a dangerous arc: "Please explain." ”

"You know the 'God of Spinoza', right? Is that the one that Mr. Einstein believed in? At the moment of life and death, Zhang Luo's speech was still clear, and the whole person looked very calm, not at all like a captive who could be killed at any time: "I also believe in 'Spinoza's God'." ”

"Oh, you're a determinist?" The iron tongs in the man's hand shook.

"Yes, everything in the world has its theorem, everything that happens here is inevitable, you know what to do next." Zhang Luo's eyes didn't blink, staring at the other party's shriveled face.

He didn't know if this strange guy agreed with his theory. Even if this person agrees with this point of view, there is a possibility of directly cutting off his own neck - the guy who lives in the Jushan Mental Hospital can't guess with ordinary thinking at all.

So now, Zhang Luo is undoubtedly engaged in an extremely dangerous gamble.

And then it's time to find out.

"Click!"

The iron tongs closed less than two centimeters away from Zhang Luo's throat, and the man suddenly threw down the weapon in his hand, and then stretched out his mummy-like right hand and pulled Zhang Luo up roughly:

"You think the same thing as me! I thought it was all ignorant lunatics here! Finally there are normal people! ”

- You bastard dare to say that you are a "normal person"?

Resisting the urge to complain, Zhang Luo continued to talk nonsense with this "normal person" seriously: "Indeed, ignorance is the root of evil, and showing off ignorance is an incurable miscellaneous thing. ”

"That's right, those guys need treatment!" The shriveled man happily waved his right hand and asked, "What's your name?" ”

"You say my name?" Zhang Luo looked at the other party's slender body.

"yes!" The guy looked excited.

"Well, my name is ......"

Before the words fell, Zhang Luo suddenly kicked the guy on his right knee, kicking the guy and stumbling back two steps. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he immediately bent down to pick up the iron tongs that had fallen on the ground next to him, but ......

"Damn."

The weight of the iron tongs obviously exceeded Zhang Luo's expectations, and he couldn't lift it for a while. And at this time, the man who had just lost his center of gravity had already rushed up again:

"Everything is inevitable! You need treatment! The man let out a hoarse roar.

"Go home and treat your sister." Zhang Luo said as he put down the iron tongs and turned around and ran.

He didn't know what was going on behind him, and he didn't want to look back at all, he just ran forward as hard as he could, and the sound of the whistling wind passed in his ears.

Even he didn't expect this to be the case in the Jushan Mental Hospital, what happened here was not some supernatural event, but like a transformation experiment carried out by some organization.

However, the top priority at the moment is how to escape, after all, if you die here, your adventure will come to an end!

Realizing this, Zhang Luo's running speed suddenly increased by another twenty percent, and a guy like him was even more afraid of death than ordinary people. And the "fear of death" can sometimes be transformed into unimaginable power.

"Ahhh

Zhang Luo roared through the square in front of the mental hospital building, and saw dozens of lights suddenly lit up on the building, and strange figures were reflected in the windows of each room. But now, that stuff doesn't matter anymore—

Ignorance is the root of all evil.

But sometimes, "knowing too much" can also be the cause of death.

You need to understand this. But......

"Who cares about such a thing?"

It wasn't until he broke out of the defenseless gate of the Jushan Mental Hospital, went straight through the bushes on the side of the road, and made sure that no one else had caught up, that Zhang Luo finally breathed a sigh of relief, reached out and touched the scratched wounds on his clothes, as well as the bleeding skin, and then turned his head and looked at the brightly lit building in the distance:

"Alright, there's something to write about this time......" he muttered in a low voice.

- Even if no one will believe your own articles, they will always be read as such. But Zhang Luo knows very well that he is indeed telling the truth to the readers.

The "weird stories" that appear in magazines are sometimes true.

As for which ones are true? You'll have to explore it yourself.