"I'm just telling the truth, what kind of traitor? Besides, I'm really tired of eating dry and hard steamed buns." Look at the book

In the surprised expressions of the Blood Bodhisattva and Zhang Cuicui, I continued, "At half past seven last night, that is, the time for dinner, the overseer walked to the position of the barbed wire fence in the forest."

"Because of the distance, I didn't see who the person was, but I vaguely recognized it as a woman."

"Through the iron fence, I heard the woman scolding the overseer, probably a bastard, a scumbag, or something."

"When the overseer came back, he was like a mental disorder, and he said in a daze that he was not a human being, and that he deserved to die."

"He told us all to get out of here, and we'll go."

Wu Mingguo nodded again and again when he heard this, "No wonder, he didn't wear a single piece of clothing on him, he should have committed suicide."

I deliberately feigned consternation, "What? He's dead!"

After I shouted at the top of my voice, the Blood Bodhisattva and Zhang Cuicui were also startled.

When Wu Mingguo saw the expressions on our faces, he nodded secretly, "Okay, it's none of your business."

"Thirty-two, because of your excellent performance and great progress, you will be rewarded with a normal dormitory instead of staying in a confinement room."

I bowed my head and said, "Thank you, Dean."

Locked up in this confinement cell, with special patrols nearby, we were kept so tightly guarded that we didn't have a chance to slip out.

If I can mix with ordinary mental patients, I can sneak into the dean's office and get the seven-star life-sustaining lamp.

The evil ghosts raised by the Xingtai Mental Rehabilitation Center are nourished by the seven-star life-sustaining lamp, and if I want to escape, I have to take the seven-star life-sustaining lamp first!

I was given a clean hospital gown and led by the supervisor to a ward on the third floor of the Central Building.

The wards are partially male and female, with single-bunk beds arranged at about one meter apart, and a large room of more than 200 square meters has about 30 beds.

The people in it are men, women and children, most of them watch TV or read books.

I looked around, and of the thirty people in it, about twenty were really mentally ill, and ten were ordinary people who had been arrested.

Under the bed of the mentally ill, there are urinals, and the sheets are stained with unwashed feces.

There is a bathroom in the room, and the smell is stench.

Although the conditions here are a bit harsh, they are better than the dark prison cells.

The overseer took off my shackles and said with a tiger face, "You have to work hard in the future, don't resist us, or you'll be locked up, understand!?"

"Understood."

When the two superintendents left, I followed the example of these people, sitting in front of the bed and staring at the TV in a daze.

In fact, I was thinking about how to get into the dean's office.

The dean's office was on the seventh floor of the building opposite, and I could see it through the window.

It's a pity that at the staircase of each building, there is a supervisor, guarded in shifts day and night, and I can't run out at all.

The windows on the third floor are locked, but with my meager power, I should be able to open them.

By nightfall, I might be able to flip down and sneak into the office building opposite......

At eight o'clock, someone came to hand out breakfast.

Breakfast is still steamed buns, but fresh, with a bowl of rice porridge and a plate of pickles, although it is simpler, it is not difficult to swallow.

I originally thought that these ordinary patients would just eat on time, take medicine on time, stay in the room and watch TV.

Or was I thinking too naïve.

At half past eight in the morning, more than 30 of us were driven downstairs to the square to the west.

Huge machines in the square, devouring wood and turning it into sawdust.

There are already a large group of mentally ill people, holding delicate flower pots, filling them with sawdust, and planting the flower seedlings prepared next to them, skillfully sealing the boxes.

I didn't think that this Xingtai Psychiatric Rehabilitation Center still involves a lot of business.

I found a random place and started to do the same thing.

Not long after, the Blood Bodhisattva and Zhang Cuicui were also driven over.

As soon as they met, the Blood Bodhisattva said indignantly, "Sycophant! How does it feel to stay in a new room?"

"It's good, and the clothes are new."

I didn't bother to quarrel with the sour Blood Bodhisattva, "I advise you to behave better, otherwise you won't be able to help you in that shabby house."