The nurses were afraid of the two patients in ward 666.

The scenes of the past are vivid in my mind.

"Are you asleep?" the director asked.

"Sleep."

The director took a deep breath, and the subsequent communication would be very complicated and involved a lot of knowledge.

for example:

How to interact with mental patients********** Professional terminology for patients with mental patients.

A complete collection of mentally ill people.

at this time.

Lin Fan and Old Man Zhang sat up and looked at each other, "We are very tired, we want to sleep. If you have anything to do, you are really tired."

It's very tiring to say.

But both of them seemed very energetic.

The oil stains on the two of them were emitting light under the light.

The director asked, "What were you doing just now?"

Lin Fan said: "Sleep."

Old man Zhang said: "Sleep."

"Director, they didn't sleep. I can swear, it was really scary just now. He held a head in his hand and a leg in his hand. It must be a sacrificing person." Li Ang didn't believe it, everything was a lie. They were lying, and I really saw it.

The director frowned and refuted the words of a mentally ill person, which was not a wise choice.

"Xiao Li, hallucinations are all hallucinations." The director patted Xiao Li's shoulder and comforted him.

The director observed the situation inside the house. The light bulb was taken off and there were signs of burning on the roof. He knew that Xiao Li was not lying, so something must have happened here.

He knows, but I just don't say it.

He took a step forward, and was very careful when he stepped on something under his feet. He slowly looked down and found that he was stepping on a bone under his feet, but it didn't look like a bone, as if it was the teeth of some kind of creature.

He just wanted to have in-depth contact with the two patients and honestly retreated.

Look at this matter like this?

not simple.

I walked outside the house, took out my cell phone, and called the dean.

Doudu!

After a few sounds, the phone went on.

"Director, have you slept?"

"If you are not sleeping, please be sure to visit Ward 666."

"If you sleep, please come here too."

"Yes, I can't solve it, yes, I'm waiting here."

The director who was on the phone with the dean stood at the door and waited.

"The Dean will be here soon."

President Hao lives in a mental hospital.

I just finished washing up and was about to go to bed while listening to the sad music, but I was called again by a phone call.

Not long after.

President Hao walked over with a serious expression, and his head was covered in white hair, telling him what he had experienced over the years. He had become an old man, even his work and rest time was disrupted, and it was a damn thing to have black hair. (He is in his fifties, and we are still children)

Ward 666 is a miracle of mental hospitals and the most dangerous ward.

Ordinary people simply cannot communicate with them.

Only when he, the dean, can he stay intimidately, and sometimes there will be dangers and need to pay attention to safety.

"Dean."

"Dean."

Dean Hao nodded, then looked at the director, "What's the matter?"

The director leaned into the dean's ear and whispered softly, telling the situation here, and then pointed to the canine bones lying quietly on the ground.

Dean Hao walked into the house, picked up the bones on the ground, and rubbed his fingers. He could confirm that this was the teeth of a canine, but not an ordinary canine. The teeth were a bit thick and sharp.

He put his canine teeth in his pocket and came to the middle of the bed.

Although it is very close, it is a safe distance.

"What are you doing?"

Dean Hao's tone was well controlled, and he spoke softly and slowly, without being impatient or impatient. He talked slowly, creating an atmosphere that they thought was relatively safe for the two of them.

"sleep."

"sleep."

Lin Fan and Old Man Zhang said in unison.

Eat meat?

That's something that doesn't exist.

President Hao had long expected the two of them to answer like this. He smelled the smell of meat in the house, as if it was dog meat. When he thought of the teeth in his pocket, he had already thought in his mind.

"Oh, go to bed."

Dean Hao smiled, saw the light bulbs placed on the ground, and looked at the burning marks of the roof and the oil stains on the mouths of the two.

These are all details.

Dean Hao, who has an absolutely professional level, had already figured out what had just happened in his mind.

He even felt a little disbelief.

Unexpectedly, they actually cooked food with electric power.

Very similar to his unpublished research.

Among the mentally ill patients, many have higher IQs than ordinary humans.

Since your IQ is so high, why do you become a mentally ill?

Because people with low IQs are numerous and powerful, while people with high IQs are too few and outnumbered, their behavior is considered unreasonable by people with low IQs, so they are called mentally ill.

He did not want to publish this research.

Because he was also scared.

Dean Hao found that Lin Fan's crotch was glowing, took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, and said with a serious expression.

"Submit it."

Lin Fan said calmly: "I didn't take it.

Dean Hao didn't say anything, but pointed to Lin Fan's crotch.

Lin Fan lowered his head and looked at his crotch.

“It’s glowing.”

"Yeah, give it to me."

Lin Fan pulled open his crotch, took out the flashlight, and handed it to Dean Hao.

Dean Hao was calm and had no fluctuations. The last time he hid a hammer and this time he hid a flashlight. These are all dangerous things for the patients.

You don't know what they will use for.

But as long as you believe that even a nail clipper is dangerous in their hands.

The sound of an ambulance sounded outside.

Tightening! Tightening! Tightening!

Dean Hao asked someone to install the light bulb in the house. He looked at the light bulb and seemed to be blocked here too.

"As aware, go to bed."

"oh!"

Lin Fan and Old Man Zhang lay down, covered themselves with a quilt, and fell asleep.

Everyone exited the room and closed the door.

The sound of the wheels of two first aid stretchers rolling, and several white coats came hurried over.

"Where is the injured?"
To be continued...