"Have you got it?"

"Get it."

“Where is hiding?”

"Crotch."

“That’s really safe.”

"Well, it's really safe."

After Old Man Zhang's surprise attack, the decoration workers were very careful and observed the situation around them when they had nothing to do.

It is dangerous to come to a mental hospital.

If he hadn't given a high price, he wouldn't have come.

no way.

I want a meal.

Even if it is a mental hospital, what can I do? Can I kill me inexplicably?

That's what he thought before he came.

Now...

It's better to be careful.

I quickly finished my work, received the money, ate a bowl of spicy hot pot, and suppressed my shock.

After a while.

"Huh!"

The decoration worker flipped through the tool box and was very puzzled. Where did the hammer in the box go? He remembered that he brought it out and saw it before.

He grabbed his head and thought carefully whether he had just taken it out and used it and forgot to put it back.

Get up and search.

“Where did you go?”

"Can there be thieves in mental hospitals?"

Just as he was thinking about this, a dull sound came from his ears.

"What sound?"

He stood in the corridor and looked towards the end of the corridor. If he heard it correctly, the sound was coming from afar.

Curiosity is a special way for humans to die.

Just like him.

When I heard the dull sound, I couldn't help but feel curious.

Gradually.

The dull sound that reached my ears became louder and clearer.

He can guarantee it.

It's definitely ahead.

Until he walked to the door of a room, the dull sound that reached his ears was so loud.

He looked inside curiously.

Just one glance made the decoration workers tremble and chill all over.

In the dark house, curtains were pulled up, leaving only a corner of gap

The faint light made him see something he shouldn't have seen.

Someone was lying flat there, and another person held something and smashed it hard on the other party. With the help of the faint light, he discovered that the thing was his lost hammer.

Bang!

Bang!

Blood splattered, and the ground was splashed.

Old Man Zhang seemed to notice someone saw it and slowly raised his head.

In the dark room, a ray of light shone on Old Man Zhang's mouth and chin. Most of his body was hidden in the darkness, and a trace of outline could be seen faintly.

Old man Zhang smiled a creepy smile on his lips.

"You saw it."

The decoration worker was shaking, his legs were shaking violently, and unknown liquid flowed down his trouser legs.

Plop!

He sat on the ground with his butt, his expression gradually changed from curiosity to panic, and his pupils were filled with horror.

"ah!"

"Murdered."

"Mentally ill, murdered."

"Help."

The decoration workers shouted loudly, crawling and rolling towards the distance. Although no one was chasing them, they kept hitting the walls left and right, slapping the closed doors.

Some unknown caregivers are very confused.

When did I get another mental illness? Judging from this symptom, it seems that I have paranoia caused by the victimization. This type is a bit dangerous and very aggressive.

This incident alarmed Dean Hao.

The decorator came here to repair the house and was actually scared to this way. He wanted to see who was so bold.

Just when I passed by Ward No. 666.

Seeing that the two men were absent, their faces changed drastically and they hurriedly walked towards the end of the corridor.

Sao!

President Hao brought the nurse in, opened the curtains, and the room became brighter.

I saw Lin Fan and Old Man Zhang sitting on a long stainless steel table, with his feet off the ground, shaking his legs and drinking soy milk.

It was scattered all over the ground.

"What are you doing?" asked Dean Hao, a safe distance to prevent danger.

"Drink Coke."

"Drink Sprite."

Dean Hao observed the situation around him and found nothing unusual.

The frightened decoration worker gradually calmed down under the comfort of the nurse. He was really scared and immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no blood in the house.

He swears to the heavens.

Anyone who invites him to the mental hospital for repairs in the future will definitely slap him. No matter how much money he gives, I won’t go unless it doubles.

"Director Hao, I can't do this job. If you return the hammer to me, I'll leave." said the decoration worker.

"hammer?"

President Hao frowned. This is a very lethal prop. It is very dangerous to stay in a mental hospital. There were once mentally ill patients holding inflatable hammers to hit the caregiver’s head.

Said it was a gopher.

If it's a real thing, it's going to be bloody.

Dean Hao looked around and finally his eyes stopped at Lin Fan's crotch. He took a deep breath, moved his steps slowly, came to Lin Fan, stretched out his hand, and said seriously:

"Take the stuff out."

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

"What is this?" said Dean Hao.

Lin Fan lowered his head and found that the hammer was holding his hands up and pushed his pants very high.

Lin Fan pulled open his crotch, looked down, let go of his hand, and looked up and said, "Hammer."

"Give it."

"oh."

Lin Fan reached into his crotch and took out the hammer.

Some female caregivers around showed disappointment.

It turned out to be a hammer...

Dean Hao moved his heel backwards and was ready to run away, "throw the hammer to the ground."
To be continued...