The host is messing with moths every day

Chapter 295 My Years in the Mental Hospital 2
"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound from the switch box, and at the same time, all the electrical facilities in the hospital were turned off except for the "safe passage" sign and the shielding device.

Qian Yuan took the lock from the switch box and locked the monitoring room next door.

"As a qualified mental patient, one must be surprised! Down with the managers and create a more free environment for our patients!"

Square root number two: [... You are quite into the show! 】

The host was already crazy, but now that she has the title of "mental patient", those people might not be enough for her to play with!
During the annual meeting, root number two also figured it out, as long as her host doesn't collapse the small world, she can do whatever she wants!Anyway, she has a big background and someone backs her up!
The doctors and nurses in the monitoring room didn't know what happened. Looking at the suddenly black screen, they were pulling the network cables and switches. Before they could restart the equipment, they heard the sound of the door being locked.

A group of people were dumbfounded, and after realizing it, they scrambled to grab the door, but found that they couldn't open it no matter what.

"Who locked it? Open it!"

"Is there anyone outside? Someone locked the door of the monitoring room, come and open the door!"

"Can you hear me? Open the door quickly! Director Yang, do you have the key?"

The person named Director Yang was wearing a mask, with a gloomy look in his eyes.

He didn't say anything, and the person who asked the question answered for him bitterly.

"This door was not locked by Director Yang. Even if Director Yang has the key, we can't open it from the inside. We should find another way!"

A group of people were banging on the door and shouting, but the ward was too soundproof, and they couldn't hear anything beyond three meters.

When Wei Canyi came out of the consultation room, he saw a thin little girl in a hospital gown with twin ponytails bouncing and knocking on the door of other people's wards.

She seemed to be afraid that people would not be able to hear her clearly, so she opened the door a little.

"The hospital has a power outage! No one cares about us anymore! Come out and play, everyone!"

After she finished speaking, she ran to knock on the door of the next ward, just like a small trumpet responsible for announcements.

Wei Canyi looked confused, he went to press the switch of the corridor light, and sure enough, as the little girl said, the power went out.

Before he could check the reason, Qian Xian had already notified all the wards.

The ward closest to Wei Canyi was opened from the inside, and a black figure who could only see the bright forehead came out and hugged him.

"I'm so hungry! I'm so hungry! I'm starving to death! I want to eat! Eat! If you don't give me something to eat, I'll eat you!"

Professor Ren grabbed Wei Canyi's shoulders, shook him vigorously, and opened his mouth as he spoke, as if he really wanted to speak to Wei Canyi.

Wei Canyi was so frightened, he watched the big mouth getting closer, and he woke up with a jerk, and quickly pushed the other away.

Professor Ren is in his forties, except for his big forehead, he has few white hairs, and he is very strong. Naturally, Wei Canyi is not his opponent.

"Food, don't run away! You are my food! I want to eat!"

"I'm not food! You can't eat me!"

Wei Canyi's glasses were knocked off, and he couldn't care less about it, and stepped back desperately with a terrified expression.

The two were pushing and shoving, and others rushed out of the ward one after another.

Everyone obeyed their own "personal design" as if letting the wind go, and carnivaled in the corridor of the hospital.

Professor Kong wore glasses and had a regular face, but he was crazy, clapping his hands, running and jumping, making the whole floor vibrate.

"Good! Good! No one cares! You can play now!"

After running back and forth, he was caught by Professor Wu, who is in his 60s, and the two started dancing.

Waltz, tango, ballet, Latin... The switching speed is faster than the lyrics.

Professor Wei is not tall, and he wears a blue shirt and black trousers. He drags people around to tell ghost stories, and even joins Professor Wu and the others, dancing and telling.

Mr. Ji is the youngest of them all, but in his early thirties, he also seems to be the least ill.

I saw him walking between them with a marker pen twirling in his right hand.

Everywhere he passed, whether it was people or walls, he scribbled on it with a marker.

Even Wei Canyi was not spared. A big turtle was drawn on his handsome face.

When it was Qian Xian's turn, Mr. Ji stopped, bent over and looked at her small face, as if looking for where to write, and finally his eyes fell on her sleeve.

He squatted down in front of the little girl, pulled her sleeves, and carefully drew a cute little rabbit.

After standing up, he even patted Qian Xian's little head affectionately.

Wei Canyi looked at the other people whose faces were painted, and then at Qianxian, feeling unbalanced.

Why? !We are all human!Why is she the only one who doesn't get painted and gets a bunny? !
etc!This doesn't seem to be the crux of the problem...

Where have all the doctors and nurses in the hospital gone? !Can't hear the sound? !Hurry up to maintain order!

I don't know if Wei Canyi's desperate cry played a role, but with a bang, the door of the monitoring room was smashed open.

When everyone heard the sound, they stopped dancing and turned their heads to look over there.

After seeing six or seven white coats, everyone seemed to be frightened, and fled back to the ward with their heads in their arms.

The sound of closing the door was thunderous, several times in a row, and finally, the noisy third floor returned to calm.

Wei Canyi felt that the whole world was clean.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, all the "perpetrators" walked up to him and smiled brightly at him.

The little girl looked up at the person who was a head taller than her, and said crisply, "Brother, can I have a remote control plane?"

Those beautiful apricot eyes were full of anticipation, making it impossible to refuse, as if refusing her had done something heinous.

It's just that this mental hospital is different from ordinary hospitals, and various inspections are required to enter and exit.

Not to mention the remote control aircraft, even a strand of hair needs to be approved by the superior.

Just as Wei Canyi was hesitating, Professor Ren and the others opened the door again and shouted at him like a signal.

"I want to eat lollipops! Candied haws! Cotton candy!"

"RC cars! Robots! Transformers!"

"Voice player! Records! I want to dance! Dancing is my favorite!"

"Storybook! Tell ghost stories!"

"..."

After the few people finished speaking, they quickly closed the door of their own room, shutting out any rejections they might hear.

From the actions of these people, you can tell that they have been eavesdropping behind the door!

Wei Canyi: "..."

Just squeeze him, right? !

He turned his head to look at Director Yang. The other party's eyes were heavy, obviously he was not easy to mess with.

"Mr. Wei, if you want to bring something to the hospital, don't blame me for not reminding you. You are solely responsible for the consequences."

Wei Canyi's head is getting bigger.

Square root two tsk tsk, poor guy, some people will suffer after meeting such a "mental patient" as the host!

Iron bars were welded to the windows of the mental hospital, and the staircases on each floor were also locked. Every corner of the building, except the toilet, was not monitored.

Here, all patients have no freedom, and even because of their special status, they cannot show a trace of normality.

Wei Canyi's heart softened for a moment, so he didn't refuse their request.

He didn't realize that he had done a stupid thing until he was sweating profusely and begged his grandpa to tell his grandma to let the inspection staff be more flexible.

　Good night~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)