The empty conference room, disposable plastic paper cups, and the spring of the Ming Dynasty that stretches out in the boiling water with steam.

The atmosphere was as awkward as an old leader holding a meeting.

Silent, confused, speechless...........

Lin Xianyu's small face seemed to have become the artistic aesthetics of statue carving in the steaming tea mist. She indifferently took a sip of the hot tea in the disposable paper cup, and then spat on the tea foam with a sense of professionalism.

"So, who's going to report first?"

His eyes looked around at the two who were also silent and speechless.

Zhang Wei, who has rich experience in social animals and is good at resisting high-pressure deterrence by leaders, is much older after all. At this time, the professionalism of the migrant worker made him push the gold-wire glasses on the bridge of his nose, spread out the notebook with the black cover, and Zhang Wei said.

"I'll do it first.........

When the Lin team went to retrieve the archives, I was responsible for collecting materials from the grassroots staff of the hospital, the attending psychiatric doctors, and other relevant personnel.

As for the unanimous impression of the target, they collectively believed that although he suffered from severe mental illness, he was a handsome and elegant man, and when he was not sick, he felt like a humble tiger.

The target's impression is that the junior staff generally thinks that he is a handsome Middle Eastern man, and he has a record of being hospitalized here for half a year.

The staff, the doctors, were impressed with the goal of Room 1808. ”

The ballpoint pen writes and draws quickly in the notebook.

As Zhang Wei closed the lid of the pen, Li Yang on the side squeezed the paper cup in his hand violently.

The hot Biluochun tea splashed on his hand, but Li Yang didn't blink his eyes.

"His eyes were beautiful like emerald and emerald gems, and there must have been a lion hidden in those eyes.

He looks so noble, but he is always humble and peaceful, and looking at his face makes me want to follow this person's blood.

If he weren't a mental patient, he would definitely be able to model and even become a Hollywood superstar, and I really want to give him a monkey.

Xiaoyou, you also want to become an immortal, right?

Ward 1808, the little friend's path is very mysterious.

Whether it's true or false, repair the false and cultivate the true, the heart is one, why worry about it.

In summary......... Xuanyang, after all, I am better than the Taoist.

Huowang, baby, the master will take you to become an immortal together, hey, hey, don't go, Xiaoyou, come and try the treasure pill of Dao Ye and me, Dao Ye will take you to become an immortal together, hahahaha, play, play really happy, Dao Ye I have become, hahahaha..........

.............

He is noble, he comes from a secret and holy organization, he holds the authority of Indra, he is a god in heaven, they mortals, these foolish fellows, dare to imprison the president, the president's mission is not to be locked up here every day to take tranquilizers!

The blood of every king shall end with the sword.

I, Babulu, will always be loyal to the President, and Lionheart will not be insulted.

You people, don't try to drugged me, let me go, let me go back, I'm going to kill that impostor called Lumang!

Gollum...... I don't take medicine, I don't ......... Uh, Abba .......... Abba Abba ..........

.................

I was lurking undercover in the psychiatric ward on the same floor, trying to extract information from the nurses and the patients who had been with them before.

And then the impression about the guy, it's all ....... This kind of speech that sounds like a mentally ill person! ”

In the voice recorder in his hand, it is played that when others talk about the goal, the blood is boiling, the strange horror, or the strange speech with a sparkling red heart.

Most of the information taken from the mouths of mentally ill patients is not credible, but the purpose of this is to understand in many ways what the mission goal has been distorted.

Li Yang's expression became more and more solemn, listening to Li Yang's words, Lin Xianyu opened his mouth to comfort.

"Dayang, is it possible........ You're asking about a mentally ill person........

However, you can go undercover to the inside of the psychopathy..........

Okay, that's not going to be said for now.

What we need to focus on is why, yes, the conceptual impression of the target, has all become Abdullah Abbas, this Middle Eastern man who died out of nowhere! ”

Photographed the copy of the file retrieved from the table, and on the file photo, it was indeed the Middle Eastern man with a lion in his eyes.

Overnight, in the Wuzhou Psychiatric Hospital, all the impressions and memories of making a wish were replaced by Abdullah Abbas.

This mysterious man easily replaced all the memories left here by the wish.

Last night, the person I saw in ward 1808 was obviously a young intern from the company, and his memory about him was very weak, but Lin Xianyu remembered it very clearly, absolutely, it could not be this Middle Eastern man.

Erecting the thickened tablet in his hand, the archival information about the wish on the screen was full of snowflakes.

The pattern of the photo becomes distorted.

The data is garbled, crashed, and seems to be forcibly modifying the image memory of the wish.

"Dayang, you should be more impressed, you can talk about why, why everyone in the entire hospital has remembered the memory of the target as this Abdullah Abbas!"

I heard Lin Xianyu spitting fragrant words and saying the name of Abdullah Abbas.

Li Yang frowned suddenly, he blushed slightly, turned his head and spat at the mouth. (Bubble teapot warning!) ）

", don't mention that Middle Eastern guy to me."

Slightly stunned, looking at Li Yang's disgusted expression, Lin Xianyu suddenly slapped Li Yang's face gently. With a gentle touch, Dayang's whole body flew out of the conference table and fell heavily on the water dispenser in the back seat.

Covering the red and swollen half of his face, Li Yang looked at Lin Xianyu with some grievances.

"Fish........ Sister Yu, you, you actually beat me for that Middle Eastern man? ”

Looking at Li Yang's unbelievable eyes, Lin Xianyu suddenly raised her head, she looked out of the window, then stared at Li Yang expressionlessly, and said.

"Dayang, I ask you seriously.

Do you remember last night when we met the guy who was disguised as an intern at the company? What is he called? ”

Lin Xianyu's sudden seriousness made Liming forget the hot touch on his face.

He looked at Lin Xianyu blankly and responded.

"Fish, Sister Yu, has your memory entered menopause in advance?

As soon as we came in last night, we saw that damn Middle Eastern man, Abdullah Abbas.............."

In a word, Lin Xianyu stopped talking.

She silently looked at the tablet she was holding.

On the electronic screen of the tablet, the garbled characters like snowflake screens flashed and flashed.

After the screen cleared, the photo that was originally distorted by wishing was now completely transformed into the Middle Eastern tough guy with emerald green pupils and a lion hidden in his eyes, Abdullah Abbas.............

At this moment, the concept of [making a wish] has been completely erased and forgotten in the Wuzhou Spiritual Sanatorium.

Instead......... It's Abdullah Abbas...........

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