After receiving the news from the nurse at the door, he heard that a rich man had come to the hospital and was going to spend a lot of money to treat the patient, and Chanad immediately rushed over, and no one would have trouble with the money.

"Mr. Dean, don't worry, we will take good care of this patient."

After examining the patient and determining that there was a problem with the lobes, Channard assures him.

"Okay, I believe in Dr. Chynard's professionalism, here's this year's medical expenses and donation agreement, you see, if it's okay, we can sign it."

"Of course no problem!"

Chanald glanced at the suitcase that had been opened, and after stacking the stacks of dollars, he immediately signed the contract happily.

The contract is in duplicate.

And the one in Wu Heng's hand, the corners loomed, and a trace of red appeared.

Wu Heng put away the contract, turned around and left the hospital,

It's so easy to put a person in a mental hospital, he doesn't even know the name of the thug, and the purpose is just to get Channard to sign it.

Upon return to the hotel,

While observing Chanald's behavior, Wu Heng used table salt to practice the painting of the dissolution array.

Although he can directly control Chanald, he doesn't want to be directly involved with the box of mourning.

Everything just has to wait.

The symbol of the dissolution array had been engraved in Wu Heng's memory, and after many exercises, he waved his hand again,

Countless salts swayed out, and with the help of telekinesis,

It was as if ink had been splashed into a painting, and in just one second, six dissolving arrays were drawn around his body.

Circle after circle, forming a six-petal plum blossom pattern, protecting Wu Heng in the middle.

This dissolving array seems to conform to the rules of this world and can target specific creatures, but to ordinary humans, it is just a pattern formed by a pile of salt.

If it weren't for the fact that Wu Heng had already broken away from the identity of a spell and his own ability did not belong to this world, I am afraid that he would also be restrained.

In the office of the director of the psychiatric sanatorium,

Channard was hiding in the chamber, constantly studying the mourning box in his hand, and he pressed it in a certain way, but the box did not respond.

He also needed some inspiration, some epiphany.

To no avail, he angrily threw out the other fake mystery boxes, smashed the jars of organ specimens on the shelves, and the brains and baby corpses contained in them, along with glass shards, fell to the ground and shattered.

Chanald, who had calmed down, continued to try.

The box fluctuated, and his eyes showed a sense of confusion, as if he had sensed something, and the thumb of his right hand involuntarily pressed on the box of mourning, drawing a circle along the front.

Just when the light in the chamber gradually dimmed.

Call!

Channard gasped sharply, but his eyes suddenly cleared, and he breathed the air greedily, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare,

Fine sweat oozed from his forehead, and the underwear stuck to his back made him feel a little uncomfortable and a little cold.

"It's dangerous!"

Channard picked up the tissue on the table and wiped his sweat, he had done a lot of research and naturally knew the consequences of opening the box.

It is a combination of opportunity and danger.

Only by evading the Deathbringer can you steal the power of eternal life and discover the secrets of your brain.

In that specific environment after the box is opened, everything in the brain will be displayed like a picture scroll.

"Pain and Understanding"

These two things are the key to opening the box.

Thinking of this,

Channard slipped the box into his pocket, turned around and took the elevator to the masochistic level of the mentally ill.

The patients here were all dressed in restraint garments, with long sleeves like cloth bands, tied to the bed crossed, their mouths tucked into protective plugs, and they struggled incessantly on the beds.

Channard glanced at it, asked the nurse to go to the first floor to help, and then took out two iron plates from the medical sterilization cabinet, one of which was filled with sharp scalpels.

The other was a dozen doses of anesthetic, and a needle.

He first injected anesthetic into the legs of these people to prevent them from moving, and he didn't even bother to change the syringe during the injection, so he directly used a syringe to inject from the first person to the last person.

Then a scalpel was used to cut through the restraints of these people, and in each person's hand, a scalpel was stuffed.

"Guys, look here!"

Channard held a scalpel in his right hand, put it on his arm, and made a slight slash to make a demonstration.

Immediately, a large number of patients slashed their arms with sharp blades.

But there are two or three of them who are mentally ill.

With their astonishing insight, they clearly observed that Chanard was using the back of the knife when he slashed his arm, so they all flipped the scalpel in their hands over.

With the back of the knife on his arm, he made a cut.

As a result, they naturally did not find any changes, and there were no wounds, and they looked at the scarlet and gorgeous arm of the patient in the next bed suspiciously, and then looked at their own clean arm, a little puzzled.

Seeing this, Chanald's eyes flashed, and he turned the blade of the scalpel around again, this time with a real blade on his arm, and blood dripped out.

The three mentally ill patients, who were meticulously observed, immediately learned to flip the blade, and blood suddenly flowed from their arms.

"It's blooming, hehe, it's blooming, it's a nice big red flower!"

One of the patients applauded with joy.

"I still want big red flowers, lots and lots of big red flowers." As he spoke, he slashed his arm again and happily admired it.

At this time, most of the patients, constantly cutting, have cut the flesh of the arm and blurred the flesh, and the bed sheets are mostly stained red.

Seeing this, Channard smiled with satisfaction, turned and walked out of the place.

At the moment when Channard left,

The mentally ill man who said that he liked to see the big red flower immediately restrained his smile, cut off a sheet with a scalpel, and wrapped it around the wound on his arm.

I took off my restraint clothes and ran to the door to observe quietly.

Since Channard wanted to sacrifice these patients, he naturally took all the nurses on this floor away, and after making sure that there was no one left and right, the patient ran along the stairs that went up.

The doctor was going downstairs, and if he went down at this time, he would definitely meet the other party, and on the top of the fifth floor, there was an escape passage on the outer wall.

He was mentally ill, but not stupid, and the doctor clearly wanted his life.

It wasn't until he climbed down the iron pole on the roof of the building, completely escaped from the mental sanatorium, and escaped to an uninhabited underground parking lot, that the patient breathed a sigh of relief and took out a scalpel.

On his serious face, a smile reappeared:

"Hehe, I'm the only one watching the big red flower now, and I won't be seen by others!"

With that, he continued to scratch his arm with a scalpel.

Halfway through, a red Ford sedan pulled into the parking lot, and a woman with light makeup in a backless dress got out of the car.

The mentally ill man squatted slightly, hid behind the car, stretched out his head to observe, and muttered, "What a smooth back, I'm going to give her a big red flower." ”

In a psychiatric sanatorium,

Channard made his way to the second floor, walked to Tiffany's door, looked through the crack in the door, and saw that she was putting together a Lego puzzle.

Channard didn't care about the fact that there were a bunch of educational toys around him, and there were often donations from caring people here.

He opened the door and walked in,

Reached for the puzzle from Tiffany's hand and slipped the mourning box into her hand.

Tiffany didn't protest, just silently studied the new toy in her hand.

Seeing this, Channard immediately left the place.

Wu Heng, who always pays attention to the movement of the spiritual hospital,

Ever since Channard fiddled with the mourning box, he had noticed the anomaly in the hospital, and he knew that he wanted Chanard to get moving.

"Money is not so easy to get, it is money to sell yourself."

In the ward, Tiffany's IQ of 220 is all focused on the talent of decryption, and she has been exercising day after day in the golden stage of 4~15 years old.

And the self-mutilation and pain of the patients on the fourth floor, coupled with Chanald's desire,

It also formed a little opportunity for the opening of the mourning box.

Even if it is a box of mourning that only those who suffer and desire can open in person,

In Tiffany's hand,

was as simple as paper, and she gradually cracked.

The four corners of the mystery box and the middle part are split into the shape of a "rice" shape.

And gradually bounced.

The light around the room dimmed, and the door, which had been slit, suddenly closed and closed.

The hospital is constantly flashing with electricity, like on the eve of a rainstorm,

But the temperature is not the sultry heat of a rainstorm, but the cold, like being in a tomb.

The walls around it began to glow,

The faint blue light, as if behind these walls, there were some souls, burning in the cold light.

The solid masonry trembled, and the wall turned into an extremely unstable block, light peeking through the cracks in the block.

The squares actually moved,

It's like a jigsaw puzzle, and the walls seem to crack.

With the "rice" shape of the puzzle box bouncing, it turned, crossed, and fell.

Countless kinds of wails and weepings sounded at once.

The glass around was shattered, the books and papers were flying, the wind was rising from the ground, and the flesh was blown through and through, and no clothes could shield it from the cold wind.

duang——！

A dull bell, ringing from far behind the wall, seemed to announce the arrival or end of something.

Click.

The squares of the wall stopped moving, the light stopped, but the whole wall split apart, and on the four walls, four arched cold passages appeared.

Bursts of white mist poured into the room from the passage, and all kinds of tragically dead souls loomed in the fog.

They screamed wildly, as if trying to break free from the white mist and escape into this world.

The deeper the passage, the deeper the darkness becomes.

Footsteps gradually sounded from the darkness.

The obese gourmand with sunglasses and a huge wound on his abdomen walks out of the stone door behind Tiffany, as do Trembling Teeth and Deep Throat in front right.

Tiffany sat on the messy shredded paper floor, innocent, but she knew she was inviting something bad, but she didn't know how to express her fears.

She just sat quietly, staring blankly at the three monsters that suddenly appeared.

Their bodies were torn apart and then stitched back together, mutilated or twisted, as if they had been smelted in a furnace.

Such a creature, no matter where it places its body, will only incur suffering.

Deep Throat stood in front of Tiffany,

With the throat torn by the wire, exposing the neck bone, aimed at Tiffany, the two eagle claw bone cutting knives in her hand kept rubbing against each other, making a piercing sharp sound.

The sound was like the scream of bones.

Just as she was about to make a move, an indifferent low male voice sounded from the middle passage:

"Wait!"

With the sound of low footsteps, the nail head in a black trench coat slowly walked out of the passage.

The evil soul that overflowed the white mist, as if it had seen a natural enemy, sank into the floor, not daring to let out the slightest wail, lest it attract attention.

High Priest Nailhead came into the room and looked at Deep Throat, "No. ”

"No?" Deep Throat Doubts.

"No!"

"It's not her who summons us, it's desire!" As he spoke, Nail Head turned his gaze in the direction of the doorway.

The closed wooden door opened with a bang.

Darkness shrouded the entire interior of the hospital, and beyond the wooden doors there were other open hell passages, and the nail head looked at one of them,

That's where Channard disappeared.

Channard firmly believes that

Those who do not abandon their dreams and pursue them painstakingly can bask in the brilliance of their dreams as long as they do not stop pursuing.

This psychiatrist, without hesitation, embarked on the path of pursuing his dreams -—— hell passage.

But at this time, it was not only Chanad who sneaked into the labyrinth of hell, but also Wu Heng.

When he noticed something unusual, Wu Heng carried a comatose man to the mental hospital and hid in the most marginal place.

I watched as a hell passage appeared in front of me.

Wu Heng immediately turned into smoke and attached himself to the homeless thug who brought him and picked it up on the side of the road.

"Young man, you should thank me."

"Anyway, if you have this kind of virtue, you will go to hell sooner or later, and you will enter hell now, which is a direct loss of struggle for a lifetime."

"Hell should have no shortage of rooms!"

Wu Heng said silently, controlled this body with his power, and stepped into the white mist along the passage.

In the labyrinth of hell, if you are peeped at by Livita, your thoughts and memories will be exposed.

If the normal body dies and the soul enters, it's nothing, after all, there are too many people who have died.

But a real body like Wu Heng entered,

It's very eye-catching and will definitely draw the eye of Livita.

After he had the Prison of Thinking,

Although he was confident, he was able to shield the monks and Livita from probing.

But his body, after all, is a tangible thing, under Livita's gaze, like a walking stone, as the saying goes, there must be a demon in everything that is abnormal.

So Wu Hengcai used the body of this living person,

Turning into smoke and controlling the body of this living person to walk, it is equivalent to a person who has entered hell and carries a stone on his body.

Then there is nothing strange about it, at most it is perceived.

The inferior soul of this little gangster is not even qualified to give Leviathan a look.

This time, the plot will be when Leviathan is at its weakest, which is why Wu Heng must enter the labyrinth hell.

Moreover, Wu Heng still had a guess in his heart.

Christine disappeared in reality for so long, most likely in hell.

I just don't know if it's a dead body or a physical entry.

(End of chapter)

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