No matter what society you are in, there is a place for madmen. sharp

Arthur is crazy, and so is Jack.

So, they were sent to an insane asylum, which could even be called St. Peter's Asylum according to the name of the foggy era.

From a thousand or two thousand years ago, it has been locked up with madmen, locked up in their crazy words, and isolated from the world.

Coincidentally, Jack and Arthur are locked up in the same hospital room.

"I never understood why it was the way it did."

Jack was half-crouching in front of the hospital bed, with a fruit knife in his hand, peeling apples.

His hands are very skillful, and he seems to be very good at everything in this world that has to do with eating, drinking, and merrymaking. sharp

With a few fingers, the apple reveals its flesh as if undressed, while the skin is joined together and can be pulled into a long strip.

After peeling the apple, Jack swallowed before handing Arthur the whole apple.

At this time, Arthur's limbs were tied, only his head could move slightly, and his eyes were rolling.

Now he is really like a prisoner in a cave fable, at least, the treatment is the same.

Even eating apples, Jack has to be on the side.

Arthur finished nibbling on the apple in two or two clicks, and Jack threw the core into the trash, while he picked up the peel and sighed again.

"How did it get like this?!" sharp

Jack repeats the question every day, and he really can't figure it out.

I was supposed to follow the large army to snipe Arthur.

Who would have thought that it would be okay to be sold by a teammate, and it is not the first time that someone has been backstabbed.

Jack doesn't blame them, Jack understands that it's just an instinct, an instinct that can't be refused.

It's just that Jack thinks that with his identity and status, he won't suffer anywhere.

And then...

He was thrown into an insane asylum and locked up with Arthur. sharp

Every day Arthur eats apples, and he eats apple peels.

That's right, apple peels.

Arthur is rich, can enjoy all the best and worst things in the world, and even if he becomes a madman, he is a rich madman.

Jack is different...

He simply doesn't have the money to live in an insane asylum!

At least, I can't afford to live at this level.

In order to receive treatment, Jack must work for the hospital and participate in Arthur's treatment process in exchange for a single bed and two apple peels a day. sharp

Every time he thought about it, Jack gritted his teeth with hatred.

This evil money society!

On the plate in front of Jack was an apple peel and a glass of water.

He's ready to dine.

It's just that Jack's dining method is very formal, like a real patriarch.

He was to pray first.

Jack has words in his mouth, hey

"In the fifth chapter of the Holy Law, verse 2, the Holy Seed shall enjoy the most delicious meat, the sweetest honey, and under the blessing of the Holy Seed, we will enjoy the flesh and the honey..."

After reading it, Jack closed his eyes, picked up the apple peel, and took a big bite on it, as if he were chewing a roast meat.

After swallowing a few bites, Jack showed an expression of enjoyment, and did not forget to take the water and drink it all, letting out a sigh from the depths of his soul.

It's so sweet –

The patients of the insane asylum naturally have no privacy to speak of.

Every minute and every second of their lives is monitored, used to monitor them, and also to assist in treatment.

Jack is no exception. sharp

The scene of him eating was captured by a camera and projected on a huge screen.

Next to the screen, there is a group of people in white coats, all of whom are doctors in this madhouse.

Awu is among them.

Dr. Hartman is still the attending doctor, and even after what happened before, he has no problems coping with it, the results of the treatment are good, and the administrator can't find the slightest fault.

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Look, we have observed an unprecedented phenomenon..."

Dr. Hartman pulls the camera in and gives Jack a close-up, while projecting a lot of data around the screen, all related to Jack,

"All Jack eats is apple skins, and of course, the energy contained in apple skins is enough for an adult, as well as the potions we have prepared for him. sharp

Attention, the strange place came, when he ate the apple peel, his brain reacted the same as eating meat, today he ate a roast leg of lamb, drank water, and also got feedback from drinking honey water, his body will secrete a lot of insulin, but he does not consume these sugars at all, so he has been in a state of hypoglycemia for a long time..."

Listening to Dr. Hartman's introduction, everyone showed surprised expressions.

Entering this medical team, they thought that the focus of treatment would be Mr. Arthur, but they did not expect that Dr. Hartman would lead everyone to study Jack.

In the words of Dr. Hartmann, Arthur suffers from a psychosis that is rarely contagious.

Jack is a case of Arthur's infection, but the disease is milder.

After curing Jack, there was only Arthur who had a chance.

"We've tweaked the taste of the apple peel to pear, grape, and even real meat..."

Dr. Hartman pulled up the daily data and concluded,

"As long as it is food, when it enters Jack's mouth, his brain thinks that he is eating meat, as for what meat he is eating, it does not depend on the objective facts, but depends on Jack's subjective will, the roast beef-flavored apple peel is eaten by him, and he eats the feeling of sashimi... Guys, do you know what that means?"

No one had ever seen anything like this, let alone heard of such a case.

Relying on subjective will to directly affect one's own bodily functions?

This kind of thing does exist, but like Jack's... Unheard.

Faced with Dr. Hartman's question, everyone immediately fell into deep thought, and finally became confused, shaking their heads in unison.

They don't know what that means. sharp

Dr. Hartman smiled and said,

"That means we can write a lot of papers with Jack."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, but soon showed a suddenly realized expression and burst into laughter.

By adjusting the input apple peel, different output results can be obtained.

Is there better experimental material than Jack?

On that alone, each of them can write three or five papers, and there are no duplicates!

A just right joke eased the atmosphere in the audience and made everyone work harder. sharp

Dr. Hartman clapped his hands and quieted the crowd,

"All the data has been sent to your mailbox, you can start to design the treatment plan, the experimental plan, and once approved, you can enter the clinical trial... All of you here are top medical scientists, so you don't need me to talk about it, so let's take action."

The white coats scattered in a hurry, their eyes shining with excitement, they were engaged in a great cause - that is, to save all mankind!

Just heal Arthur.

In the crowd, there was one person who didn't move.

Dr. Hartman also wanted him to stay.

Awu stepped forward with an apologetic expression

"Dr. Hartman, I'm sorry I didn't see what happened last time..."

"The past is gone."

Dr. Hartman waved his hand, signaling that he was relieved.

It's all too common for a group of lunatics to attack the attending doctor.

Dr. Hartmann changed his words,

"Is there a lot of pressure out there right now?"

Ah Wu shook his head, "It's not big, it can withstand it." sharp

Relieved, Dr. Hartmann said to himself,

"That's good, there's still time... The most important thing to lack now is time... Only by curing these two people sooner can we stop them

This catastrophe..."

"By the way, the administrator approved your request."

With that, Awu pulled out a document and handed it to Dr. Hartmann.

This document is important.

Jack's profile has never been able to be built, and he can't match anyone, whether it's DNA or biometrics.

I couldn't find anyone who knew Jack. sharp

As a result, Dr. Hartman requested from the administrator to retrieve all of Jack's information.

In this society, the retrieval of such information is a big thing, and it must be approved by the administrator himself, which has dragged on until today.

Taking the file bag, Dr. Hartman quickly tore open the bag and took out the files inside.

With just one glance, Dr. Hartman's face turned devastated, whiter than the bones of a year's dead.

The file is thin, with only one piece of paper.

Only one sentence was written on a piece of paper:

[No such person]. sharp