When Zhang Luo, who was in a state of invisibility, walked into the side door, the first thing that caught his eye was the three male corpses hanging from the ceiling.

"I'll go ......," Zhang Luo raised his eyebrows.

The three corpses, which were chained to their waists and hung on the roof, had obviously been here for a long time, and the rag-like clothes on their bodies were completely unrecognizable, and the flesh and blood were almost half rotten, and the white bones were already exposed at the waist.

If this is the case, it will naturally not surprise Zhang Luo.

To his surprise, the shriveled and moldy faces of the three corpses all had satisfied smiles.

The gray eyes curved slightly, and the corners of the mouth were slightly raised, and even though the lips had long since decayed, the obvious smiles on the faces of the three corpses could still be seen.

"What are these guys laughing at?" Zhang Luo frowned slightly, took his eyes off the three carrion corpses, and observed the scene inside.

The room behind the small door was not the main building of the asylum, but a small, closed warehouse, with empty shelves on the walls on either side, and nothing but three corpses.

Although it didn't look special, Zhang Luo knew that the appearance of carrion corpses in a mental hospital was already a strange event.

It stands to reason that in this high-security psychiatric hospital, there is no way that anyone can hide the corpse in such an undisguised way. Perhaps, these bodies are not "hidden" here, but ......

"Hah, it can't be like that."

Thinking of a bad possibility, Zhang Luo laughed, and without examining the corpse more, he left the foul-smelling warehouse, returned to the lawn in front of the mental hospital, and began to sort out the information he had obtained about the "Jiulipu Mental Hospital".

Jiulipu Psychiatric Hospital has long been known for its military base-like security and its courage to admit seriously ill patients. The patients who are being held here are not ordinary mental illnesses, but psychosis within mental illnesses -- only those who have reached the pinnacle are "qualified" to enter here.

Compared to the patients here, even believers in the Lord of Paradise are completely out of the table. Obviously, it's impossible to kill people and hide corpses here!

When Zhang Luo was thinking, he suddenly heard a squeak, the main entrance of the white building opened, and some people wearing dark blue clothes and pants, with their hands tied together by plastic restraints, walked out under the gaze of the black-clothed guards, and stood in the November sun.

Although the temperature was already very low at this time, these guys who were only wearing single clothes showed no signs of freezing at all.

"It's ...... weird," Zhang Luo muttered quietly.

More than the clothes are too thin, what makes him care more is the appearance of these people in blue:

Judging from the hospital gowns and restraints on those guys, they should be seriously ill patients who are being held here, but they don't look the slightest bit mentally ill. On the contrary, all of them are ruddy and energetic, and they are all very energetic, and they are more "enthusiastic and unrestrained" than normal people.

Zhang Luo, who was leaning against the wall and hidden, quietly witnessed the whole process of dozens of "patients" walking into another gray building next to him with the guards.

Until all the fellows had gone in, he turned around and walked away without saying a word, towards the white building where the patients had just come out.

Taking advantage of the lax vigilance, Zhang Luo, who was wearing an invisibility helmet, walked directly into the main building of the mental hospital from the main entrance and began to investigate the situation inside.

After entering the door, what appeared in front of me was a light blue - in order to prevent the prisoner from crashing into the wall to commit suicide, the floor and walls of this mental hospital are made of rubber, and the feet feel a little soft on the ground, and there is a faint popping sound.

Following the sign at the door, Zhang Luo directly bypassed the office area and walked towards the ward area on the west side of the building.

Since most of the patients had left with the guards, the ward area was unusually quiet at this time, and there was no one else except for a few black-clad guards.

Most of the unmanned wards were locked, Zhang Luo looked through the small windows on the door one by one, although the interior of each ward was completely different, but there was nothing worth caring about...... Until he saw the red round coat of arms on the wall of one of the wards.

The pattern of the coat of arms is an inverted triangle inlaid in a circle, which is exactly the same as the pattern on the advertisement of "Holy Boy Pie", in addition, the blood stains on the lower right corner of the white wall of the ward are also very interesting......

Just when Zhang Luo was about to unlock the lock, from a ward in the corner behind him, a vicissitudes of life suddenly came out:

"Talk to me."

Zhang Luo looked back and didn't see anyone in the corridor, and the nearest guard was not here, but was patrolling the ward area on the other side.

He thought that the person had a seizure, but the other party's next remarks made Zhang Luo's eyes widen slightly in surprise:

"Don't look around, it's you, young man, there's blood on your clothes."

Hearing this, Zhang Luo looked down and saw that the corner of his black shirt was indeed stained with blood at some point.

Realizing that the other party was talking about himself, he whispered, "Can you see me?" ”

"Nonsense, I'm all-knowing, I can see everything and everything here." The voice from the ward sounded a little rough: "You're here to find the 'Holy Child Pie'." ”

"That's right, do you have any clues?" Zhang Luo said.

- Heretics know that mentally ill people can see things that ordinary people can't, so they tend to avoid places like mental hospitals to avoid getting into unnecessary trouble.

However, even true heretics do not see the existence of a figure obscured by an invisibility helmet. But this person ...... But I really saw myself wearing an invisibility helmet.

- What is the origin of this guy?

Realizing that he seemed to have met a "stranger" like Lin Miao again, Zhang Luo was suddenly excited again, walked quickly to the front of the ward, and looked at the small window embedded in the door. And then......

"Poof."

"Don't laugh, bastard." The man who was locked in that room cursed.

Unlike ordinary patients, the guy was tied with a sturdy cable and fixed to the wall of the inner side of the ward in a large font position, and not only was his head shaved, but his clothes were also stripped off, revealing his skinny body and red tattoos all over his body, like a raging flame.

"How much do you know about the Saint Boy Pie?" Zhang Luo asked with a smile.

The bald man who was fixed to the wall of the ward shook his head, narrowed his eyes without eyebrows, and stared at Zhang Luo, who was still invisible outside the window:

"I can tell you everything about the Boy Pie, but I'll have enough of it until you get me out of this hellish place." (To be continued.) )