Liu Dali sat in the pile of withered grass, glanced at Lu Chen in the distance, then looked at the apple in his hand, and swallowed involuntarily.
Although he had not eaten much to replenish energy for nearly two days, he was faced with the apple in front of him.
He still didn't dare to speak, for fear that Lu Chen would poison him.
Lu Chen, who was in the distance, also saw Liu Dali's caution.
He took out an apple from the plastic bag in front of him and gnawed it in front of Liu Dali.
"Don't worry, it's not poisonous, you can eat it with peace of mind!"
Seeing Lu Chen's appearance, Liu Dali felt completely at ease.
No longer able to suppress his inner desire, he held the apple and took a big bite.
However, the apple, which was supposed to be sweet, smelled bitter in the mouth.
Liu Dali was so frightened that he immediately spit out the apple.
"Bah! Bah!"
"What kind of apple is this! You fucking poisoned it!"
Liu Dali hurriedly stood up and looked at Lu Chen with wide eyes angrily.
Immediately, he seemed to have thought of something.
He asked Lu Chen with a horrified look on his face: "Where did you get the apples in this cemetery in the wilderness?"
Lu Chen grinned and pointed at the tombstone in front of him.
"I saw an apple here. Although the price is a bit different, it shouldn't be bad!"
After saying that, Lu Chen took another bite of the apple in his hand.
Liu Dali's eyes gradually became frightening as he looked at Lu Chen.
These two people, besides being wanted criminal cultists, might also be mentally ill.
Otherwise, how could they not even spare the tributes of the dead?
I must not offend them, what if these two people really fight me to the death.
Thinking of this, he looked at Lu Chen with pale faces and the two silently took a few steps back.
The only thing that can scare such desperadoes is this kind of mental illness.
After pushing to about twenty meters, Liu Dali felt a little relieved.
He tentatively asked Lu Chen and the photographer:
"Um, two brothers, which hospital did you come from?"
The photographer and Lu Chen were both stunned by the question.
The two of them looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes.
"What hospital?"
"Do we look like we came out of the hospital???"
Lu Chen looked at himself and then at the photographer, feeling a little confused.
After all, they are still young men in their twenties, full of life. Do they look weak, as if they have just been discharged from the hospital?
When Lu Chen asked back, Liu Dali hurriedly shook his head for fear that the two of them would get angry.
"No, no, no! I can't tell at all. I...I just came out of the hospital, so I'm asking..."
Liu Dali was just about to find an excuse to put it off, but his words aroused Lu Chen's interest.
There was a look of realization on Lu Chen's face. No wonder he looked like a skeleton and was malnourished.
I worked on it together for a long time, and I came out of the hospital!
"Oh! Which hospital did you escape from?"
Hearing Lu Chen's question, Liu Dali was stunned for a moment, not expecting that Lu Chen would ask him this.
Normally, wouldn't you be more concerned about why you are in the hospital?
He glanced at Lu Chen dully and found that Lu Chen was still chewing on the apple with relish.
It was further confirmed that Lu Chen was mentally ill, so he had to make up an answer:
"The Third Hospital!"
"What!"
Hearing this, Lu Chen almost jumped up from the ground and looked at Liu Dali opposite with shocked eyes.
Jiangnan City Third Hospital is a genuine mental hospital.
He himself said how someone could bury themselves in a cemetery without incident and pretend to be a ghost in the middle of the night to scare people.
The co-author ran away from a mental hospital!
As the old saying goes, those who are bold are afraid of being stunned, and those who are stunned are afraid of those who are not afraid of death, and those who are not afraid of death are afraid of mental illness.
Psychopaths are undoubtedly people at the top of the food chain, because no one can figure out what they are thinking.
If the other party suddenly can't think about it anymore, I'm afraid they will drag you to death together.
Thinking of this, Lu Chen took the photographer and silently took a few steps back, keeping a distance from Liu Dali in front of him, for fear that the other party would suddenly become violent.
And taking advantage of the darkness and white fog, he quietly made a phone call.
"Hey! No. 3 Mental Hospital? You have a patient who came to the cemetery. He's hiding in other people's graves in the middle of the night, pretending to be a ghost and scaring people!"
"The address? The address is an abandoned cemetery in the northern suburbs!"
After Lu Chen reported his address skillfully, he looked cautiously towards Liu Dali.
After realizing that the other party didn't hear me, I felt completely relieved.
The photographer was a little scared after hearing Lu Chen's call.
"Brother, are you sure the other person is really crazy?"
Lu Chen rolled his eyes and said immediately:
"Nonsense! Who in the right mind goes to a cemetery in the middle of the night to act like a ghost? And he threatens you with a knife!"
However, he seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly asked Liu Dali in the distance:
"Brother, I take it you have been in the military?"
Even the previous trafficker couldn't beat him with a knife, but Liu Dali was evenly matched with him.
Ordinary mental illness does not have this kind of fighting power.
Lu Chen planned to ask for detailed information while Liu Dali was awake and able to communicate.
Lest he go crazy and be unable to deal with it.
"Yes! I used to be a mercenary abroad!"
Liu Dali answered Lu Chen's questions without hesitation. He glanced at the moon hanging in the sky and nodded.
The photographer then asked: "Then why shouldn't you do it?"
Liu Dali didn't hide anything from the two of them. After all, they all knew about their crazy deeds.
Knowing full well that the two of them would definitely not call the police.
"I killed several teammates before, so I stopped being a member..."
When Lu Chen and the photographer heard this answer, they both fell silent and took a breath.
The photographer looked at Lu Chen and whispered with shock, "Brother! He is really mentally ill!"
"Even my teammates were killed, what do you think?"
Lu Chen also never expected that this man would actually kill his teammates when he started to suffer from mental illness. He asked the photographer with a difficult expression.
"Then what should we do?"
The photographer tugged at Lu Chen's sleeve, his face looking extremely nervous.
Lu Chen frowned and thought for a while, then said:
"I heard that when faced with mental illness, as long as you pretend to be the same person, you will be safe. How about we give it a try?"
"Keke, I won't pretend to be mentally ill!"
"It's easy to say, just do as you usually do!"
Photographer: "???"
"Brother, are you saying that I usually look like a psychopath?"
"I said yes!"
"I asked if it looks like it?"
"I said yes!"
"..."
Outside the thick mist, Sister Zhou looked at the backs of several people sitting far away on the ground with a strange expression.
I have no idea what's going on inside. Is this a peaceful coexistence with ghosts? ? ?
Sister Zhou tentatively walked towards the fog and slowly called Lu Chen's name.
"Lu Chen..."
"Lu Chen..."
A slightly sad voice sounded from the mist.
Liu Dali was so frightened that he immediately became alert. He hurriedly looked at Lu Chen and the two of them, and said with some horror:
"Could this be a ghost?"
"Ghost? That's a good feeling. Today I'm going to try the power of my buff!"
Lu Chen looked overjoyed.
The photographer also heard Sister Zhou's voice, stood up immediately, and said excitedly:
"We have this buff, Black and White, and Impermanence. We have to hand over a cigarette before we leave!"
Seeing the excited expressions on their faces, Liu Dali silently took a few steps back.
No normal person would be excited when seeing a ghost!
(End of chapter)
