In an empty conference room, disposable plastic paper cups, Ming Qiantou Chun Biluochun stretched out in the boiling water while steaming.
The atmosphere was as awkward as an old boss meeting.
Silent, confused, speechless...
Lin Xianyu's small face seemed to have turned into the artistic aesthetics of a statue in the steaming mist of tea. She sipped the hot tea in the disposable paper cup indifferently, then spitted the tea foam with a professional sense.
"So, who's going to report first?"
His eyes looked around the two people who were also silent and speechless.
Zhang Wei, who has rich experience in social livestock and is good at resisting the high-pressure intimidation of leaders, is much older after all. At this time, the professionalism of a laborer made him push up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, spread out the black-covered notebook, and Zhang Wei said.
"I'll go first...
When Team Lin went to retrieve the archives, I was responsible for collecting information from the hospital's grassroots employees, attending psychiatrists, and other relevant personnel.
Regarding the unified impression of the target, they collectively believe that although he suffers from severe mental illness, he is a handsome and elegant man. When he is not suffering from illness, he feels like a humble tiger.
The impression of the target is that the grassroots employees generally think that he is a handsome Middle Eastern man, and he has a hospitalization record of being hospitalized here for half a year.
The employees here, including the doctors, were very impressed with the goal of Room 1808. "
The ballpoint pen quickly writes and draws on the notebook.
As Zhang Wei closed the pen cap, Li Yang on the side suddenly crushed the paper cup in his hand.
The hot Biluochun tea splashed onto his hand, but Li Yang didn't blink.
"His eyes are as beautiful as jade and emerald gems, and there must be a lion hidden in those eyes.
He looks so noble, but he is always humble and peaceful. Looking at his face makes me want to follow this man.
If he were not a mental patient, he would definitely be able to make his debut as a model or even become a Hollywood superstar. I really want to give him a monkey, blah blah blah.
My little friend, you also want to become an immortal, right?
Ward No. 1808, Jie Jie Jie, that little friend's path is very mysterious.
Whether it is true or false, if you cultivate the false and the true, your mind will be perfected, so why suffer and worry.
In the end... Xuanyang, Master Dao and I are the better after all.
The fire is strong, baby, the master will take you to become an immortal together, hey, hey, little friend, don’t leave, come and taste this treasure of Master Tao, Master Tao will take you to become an immortal together, hahahaha, play, It's so fun, I've become a Taoist, hahahaha...
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He is noble, he comes from a secret and sacred organization, he holds the authority of Indra, he is a god in the sky, they mortals, these ignorant guys, dare to imprison the president, the mission of the president is not Being locked up here and being sedated every day!
The blood of any king shall end with the sword.
I, Bablu, will always be loyal to the president, and my lion heart cannot be insulted.
You people, don't try to give me medicine, let me go, let me go back, I will kill that fake named Lu Mang!
Gululu... I don't take medicine, I don't... Uh, Abba... Abba Abba... ..
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I went undercover in the mental ward on the same floor, trying to get information about the target from the mouths of the nurses and patients who had experience with the patient.
And all the impressions I have about that guy are... This kind of speech sounds like that of a mental patient! "
The recorder in hand plays the strange speeches made by others when they talk about the target, with excitement, weirdness and horror, or with red hearts shining.
Most of the information extracted from mental patients is not trustworthy, but the purpose of doing so is to understand from many aspects how the mission goals have been distorted.
Li Yang's expression became more solemn. After listening to Li Yang's words, Lin Xianyu comforted him.
"Dayang, is it possible...that the person you are asking about is a mental patient..."
However, you can actually go undercover and get inside the mental illness...
Okay, let’s not talk about this for now.
What we need to pay attention to is why, ah, the conceptual impression of the target has all changed to Abdullah Abbas, this Middle Eastern man who died from nowhere! "
Taking a picture of the copy of the file on the desk, the file photo was indeed that of the Middle Eastern man with the lion in his eyes.
Overnight, in Wuzhou Mental Hospital, all the memories about wishing were replaced by Abdullah Abbas.
This mysterious man easily replaced all the memories that I had made a wish to stay here.
Last night, the person he saw in Ward 1808 was obviously a young intern from the company. His memory about him was very weak, but Lin Xianyu remembered it very clearly. It was absolutely, absolutely impossible for him to be this Middle Eastern man.
He stood up the thickened tablet in his hand, and the file information about wishing appeared on the screen, with traces of snowflakes flying around.
The pattern of the photo becomes distorted.
The data is garbled and crashed, and it seems that the image memory of the wish is being forcibly modified.
"Dayang, you should have a deep impression. Let's talk about why, why everyone in the entire hospital remembers the target as this Abdullah Abbas!"
I heard Lin Xianyu spit out the fragrance and say the name of Abdullah Abbas.
Li Yang suddenly frowned, blushed slightly, turned his head and spit. (Bubble teapot warning!)
"Go away, don't mention that Middle Eastern guy to me."
Slightly stunned, looking at Li Yang's disgusted expression, Lin Xianyu suddenly gently touched Li Yang's face with a slap. The gentle touch made Dayang fly out of the conference table and fell heavily on the water dispenser in the back seat.
Covering half of his face that was red and swollen, Li Yang looked at Lin Xianyu with some grievance.
"Yu...Sister Yu, you, you actually hit me because of that Middle Eastern man?"
Seeing Li Yang's disbelieving look, Lin Xianyu suddenly raised her head. She looked outside the window, then stared at Li Yang expressionlessly and spoke.
"Dayang, let me ask you a serious question.
Do you remember, last night we met that person who was pretending to be a company intern? What is his name? "
Lin Xianyu's sudden seriousness made Li Ming forget the burning touch on his face.
He looked at Lin Xianyu blankly and responded.
“Yu, Sister Yu, has your memory entered menopause early?
As soon as we came in last night, we saw that damn Middle Eastern man, Abdullah Abbas......"
With one word, Lin Xianyu stopped talking.
She looked at the tablet in her hand silently.
On the electronic screen of the tablet, garbled characters like snowflakes flashed again and again.
After the screen cleared, the originally distorted photo of the wish has now completely transformed into the tough guy from the Middle East with emerald green eyes and a lion hidden in his eyes, Abdullah Abbas... ...
At this moment, the concept of [making a wish] was completely erased and forgotten in Wuzhou Mental Sanatorium.
Replaced by [Abdullah Abbas]...
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