Mental hospital.
At this time, the surrounding walls were covered in blood.
The bald old man was holding a bucket filled with blood in his left hand and an arm in his right hand. He would dip his arm in the bucket from time to time and keep scribbling on the wall.
A big round ball.
On the ball, stood a little man.
It's just that the drawing is too sloppy, like a stick figure.
"Hey, leader of the planet Muxi, my baby!"
The old man let out a mean laugh from time to time and seemed to be in a good mood.
At this time, a boy trotted up to the old man and stood at attention. His little face was very serious: "Report to the leader, the global zombie plan has completely failed!"
"Please issue new instructions!"
The old man glanced at him lightly: "Trash!"
"Execute Plan C!"
The boy nodded solemnly: "Is it necessary?"
"Yes!" The old man also had a solemn expression.
An old man and a young man looked at each other.
for a long time...
The boy sighed: "That's a terrible plan!"
"There is no way, everything is to complete the tasks issued by the organization, so that we can start the first step of cooperation with the leader of the planet Dala!"
The old man looked a little pitiful, with a look of pain and helplessness in his eyes.
"Well, that's all!"
The boy said seriously, then he seemed to suddenly remember something, looked at the old man and asked: "What is our plan C?"
The old man pondered for two seconds: "I don't know."
...
For a time, the old man and the young man fell into petrification.
"I know!"
At this time, a cold voice came from the distance, and Wang Ye walked over from a distance.
"Speak quickly, speak quickly!"
The old man and the young man did not show any fear, but looked at Wang Ye excitedly and asked.
"Plan C is that the organization needs you to sacrifice your lives to form a teleportation array and send more comrades!"
Wang Ye looked at them with a half-smile and said.
The two of them had no doubts, but fell into deep thought.
After a while.
"Does the organization have a teleportation array?"
The boy asked, looking at the old man.
The old man shook his head: "No."
...
Wang Ye was startled for a moment. These two people looked like they were mentally ill, but they still had enough brains.
The topic changed, I just didn’t want to die.
But the next second, the conversation between the two was beyond his understanding.
"So, we have a tough job, don't we?"
The old man had a serious expression, as if he was carrying an important mission.
The boy nodded: "Yes, we need to create a teleportation array. This will be a historic step. Our names will be engraved on the monument of the organization!"
"But...what are our names..."
The old man looked a little annoyed.
"My name is Ada, and your name is Aer!"
The boy quickly decided on a name and looked a little happy.
"good!"
"Ada, who among us will die first?"
The old man said excitedly, his eyes full of anticipation.
"I'll go first!"
The boy patted his chest heroically: "Sacrifice for the organization is obligatory!"
The old man did not speak, but took out a dagger from his waist, pointed it at the boy's chest, and stabbed it without hesitation.
The boy closed his eyes and waited for death to come.
but...
When the long knife touched his chest, he suddenly retracted.
Toy knife...
But the boy looked serious: "After I die, you must complete the organization's tasks..."
As he spoke, he slowly closed his eyes and fell to the ground, motionless.
Even breathing gradually stopped.
...
This man is actually seriously ill.
Wang Ye watched the two people's performances curiously.
The old man sighed, suddenly thought of something, and jumped up in annoyance: "Oh, I don't know how to draw the teleportation array!"
After saying that, he seemed to have accepted his fate and no longer looked at the boy who fell on the ground. Instead, he picked up the severed arm that had been thrown on the ground, dipped it in some blood, and continued to scribble on the wall like graffiti.
For a while...
He didn't even look at Wang Ye again.
Is the world of mental illness so interesting?
However, logically speaking, every mentally ill person will create a new world for himself, with his own world view, values, and perception of things.
But these two people, the world they imagined was the same.
What's the point?
Has a big psycho brainwashed a small psycho?
However, according to records, there are five mental illnesses here.
What about the remaining three?
At this time.
Three guys in psychiatric suits ran over from a distance.
Everyone has a handful of eyeballs in their hands.
"Look what good I found!"
The guy carrying the lightning rod said excitedly.
"Is this a jelly bean?"
The old man became excited.
As a result, the guy shook his head seriously: "No, he is a jelly bean!"
"It's actually a jelly bean!"
For a time, several people were jumping around in place like happy children.
No one looked at the boy lying on the ground.
He also insisted on being motionless, not even breathing, like a real dead person.
Really...
It's boring enough.
Wang Ye, who was watching the show on the sidelines, felt helpless.
I was called all the way here just to deal with such a few second-rate people?
Wang Ye glanced at the wall subconsciously.
As a result, he froze in place.
This painting...
At first glance, it looks like a child scribbling.
But standing there and looking at it in general, it seems...
It's a step!
At the end of the steps, there is a towering door.
A thing that looks like a planet is embedded in the door, and the stick figures are like radiating light.
Nantianmen?
He had just come back from there. Although the old man's paintings were more abstract, Wang Ye still recognized them at a glance.
Something.
Is there really a layout of heaven here?
These mentally ill people are worthy of Heaven’s move.
For a moment, Wang Ye became even more curious.
Originally, he was ready to take action, but he endured it and continued to observe these mentally ill people.
until...
They finally noticed Wang Ye's presence.
"Who are you!"
One of the mentally ill men looked at Wang Ye with a serious face and asked.
Wang Ye thought for a moment and said with the same serious face: "I am your father!"
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