I have the desire to kill.
Wei Youming is less than ten meters away from me...
His pace was slow and leisurely, and my heart fell completely to the bottom.
Chen Jun chuckled ferociously, but he still held my wrist tightly and wouldn't let go.
Both of his arms were stretched out of shape by me, but they still wouldn't let go. I couldn't even run!
Wei Youming held the tie under his neck with one hand, and clasped the five fingers of his other hand rhythmically, as if he was a little nervous.
"Don't be afraid, you will be quiet soon."
"Living is a sin. If you live, more people will suffer."
"I'm helping you."
Wei Youming spoke softly, but those words made people even more disgusted!
It's at this juncture.
Suddenly, there was another dull, hoarse cry.
"Arimaki!"
I shivered!
Outside the iron gate, Chen Jun's expression changed drastically.
Wei Youming's body suddenly froze in place.
Far away on the right, there are two people running towards this side in a hurry!
One person, dressed in a white coat and hat, was very fast, like a doctor in a hospital who found that the patient had run away.
The other "person" was Lao Gong. He was running so fast that the paper bundles made a squeaking sound.
Wei Youming's face suddenly became struggling, cold, and another expression appeared on his face, which seemed to be annoyed, painful, and unbelievable.
"Arimaki!"
"You can't come out! Go back, stay well, and sleep well!"
The words became shrill and harsh.
The living corpse in the white coat had already come closer. He quickly took out a rope from his pocket and put it on Wei Youming. He tightened it hard and the rope of the looper was tightened.
Wei Youming then regained his cold expression, but for just a moment, it turned into annoyance and pain again, and his whole body was trembling.
"Old...Old Liu..."
"No...I'm not sick...you are mistaken."
"Why am I here!?"
Wei Youming's voice was full of innocence, like that of a lonely, misunderstood old man who was extremely aggrieved and useless.
Old Liu, the deputy dean, ignored Wei Youming's words at all.
He grabbed the rope and walked quickly towards the hospital building.
"You have to sleep, only then will you feel better!"
"You are really sick! Don't make us worry..."
The sound fades away...
The vice president also dragged Wei Youming away.
Wei Youming was obviously a prisoner of the Twenty-Eighth Prison, and his rank was much higher than that of a living zombie.
But he still didn't resist...
At this time, Lao Gong's head tilted away from the paper man, rolled down directly, and landed on the chamber pot.
I breathed heavier, turned my head suddenly, and stared at Mr. Chen whose face was still pressed against the iron bar!
"How...how is it possible..."
Chen Jun looked at me as if he wanted to kill me.
However, he no longer grabbed my wrist, but tried desperately to break free.
I suddenly let go of my hand, and he stumbled into the gray mist behind him. There was a dull sound, and he should have rolled to the ground.
It's not that I want to let him go, there's no point in just being in a stalemate like this.
I didn't have time to open the iron door either.
Chen Jun did not appear again, and the gray fog dissipated.
Strangely, I found that the lock on the iron door had been picked open a long time ago.
However, I did not leave immediately. Instead, I stared at the place beside me where the leading soul had been expelled.
For a while, the gray mist was still in a discrete state and did not recover.
Further away, the deputy dean and Wei Youming could not be seen.
He must have taken Wei Youming upstairs, probably to the intensive care unit on the sixth floor.
Wei Youming, will he be trapped inside? ?
If he's trapped, that's a great thing!
Time passed little by little, and I had to wait for at least ten minutes.
The leader's soul still hasn't condensed out...
My face gradually changed.
The blood was sprayed from the tip of the tongue. I had used the mourning stick before, and the leader recovered quickly.
Why can't it be restored here?
The yin energy around you is no weaker than inside...
Threads of cool air kept creeping into my body.
Could it be that there is something wrong with Chen Jun's blood?
If it is a ghost, the slower the soul condenses, the greater the problem. In this case, it is easy to lose consciousness.
Even if the leader is just a wisp of soul, facing the same situation as a ghost, that wisp of soul may be damaged even if it condenses again.
My heart became even heavier, almost to the bottom.
After waiting for another ten minutes or so, the leader's soul still hadn't condensed.
I took out a piece of human skin paper.
After thinking for a moment, he quickly stirred the paper where the leader collapsed.
You can see that the mottled gray fog is adsorbed on the paper.
There is a clear difference between the gray energy of the soul and the gray energy of the Yin energy.
Under the influence of the human skin paper, the leader's soul did not disperse, but was completely absorbed.
I made sure there was nothing missing around me, and the human skin paper became heavy, and then I breathed a sigh of relief.
Leave these shattered souls to the leader himself, and he should be able to find a solution.
Instead of folding the paper figures, I folded the human skin paper into squares again and put them in my pocket.
He looked at the pair of leather shoes on the ground again.
As the node where the ghosts of the mental hospital break the wall, this must be Wei Youming's refuge.
I even have a guess.
Wei Youming once wanted to escape from here, but he couldn't climb over the wall that blocked all other patients. His trouser legs were scratched and his leather shoes were left on top.
After that, Wei Youming committed suicide.
Therefore, no one had time to clean up the things above.
But, who is Chen Jun?
His suit and attire are exactly the same as Wei Youming...
Could it be that some of the first things were also lies?
I always thought that there was only one piece of clothing for the dead, because Hu Jiang, the owner of a vintage shop, told me that it was Wei Youming’s favorite piece of clothing.
Now it seems that it was just a preconceived idea...
Maybe everything Wei Youming has has the function of being a body...
Is Mr. Chen being influenced and controlled because he stole his possessions?
For a time, there were many thoughts.
However, I am absolutely certain that I will never come back to this hospital.
I picked up the pair of leather shoes, turned around, pushed open the iron door, and stepped out.
The reason for holding the leather shoes is that I want to break the nodes here so that others will not stray into the ghost wall of the mental hospital.
His vision suddenly became hazy, as if his whole body was wrapped in mist.
The next second, clarity was restored.
I was still standing at the door of the hospital.
There were only two cars left outside.
I can tell that they are all Huangsi's cars.
There were many people surrounding the car.
There are nine people in total, including Guanshi Yang, headed by Granny Shu.
And, Shi Yu...
In fact, I ignored and didn't notice Shi Yu before.
Has she been following us?
Apart from the eleven of them, only Uncle Huang was left.
The sky was bright and everyone was staring at me at the same time, their eyes looking stunned and suspicious.
