Rules Weird Talk: I am more perverted than weird!

Desa Mental Hospital 25

Barrage: “Isn’t this guy from the famous Three Star Group in Kimchi Country? Where does the work-study and the experience of eating cornbread come from?”

“Oops, today’s chaebols are too good at acting.”

Next, Han Junxi said a few more words, focusing on:

“Thank you to the director for your cultivation, thank you to the director… Barabara.” Looking at the director of the hospital who nodded to him not far away to express his satisfaction, Han Junxi felt that this must be a solid decision.

Very good, take it easy.

“Next, our recovered patient, the famous painter Niu SIR, will be invited to the stage to give a speech.”

Jin Junxi happily handed the microphone to Niu SIR, went down by himself, and returned to the staff area to stand.

On the stage, the patient spoke seriously and pronounced every word clearly, making him look like a normal person.

The male colleague put his arms around his shoulders: “Xiao Han, you have made a good choice. He is much better than Lin Haotian last time. When I went up, my legs were trembling. I saw that I don’t often speak in front of the public and I am timid.”

“Lin Haotian?”

Why does this name seem familiar?

The stage had reached the stage where patients and parents were holding their heads and crying. Seeing that the matter was about to succeed, Han Junxi did not cause any further trouble and chose to completely forget the name Lin Haotian in the corner.

Finally, the press conference was successfully completed and everyone gathered together to take a photo.

The reporter was very satisfied with this meeting, the hospital was very satisfied, and so were the doctors and staff there.

Han Junxi came to the dean tremblingly and asked: “Well, I have cured the person, can I go back?”

The dean, a kind man in his fifties, patted Han Junxi on the shoulder: “Of course, your mission is completed, you can leave.”

Han Junxi breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the door of the hospital.

Desa Mental Hospital is built on a mountain. In the past, it was surrounded by grass and fog. But today, the fog in the mental hospital has not only subsided, but also a mountain road made of concrete has appeared.

Han Junxi took a deep breath and walked down the mountain with an overflowing expression.

The barrage in the live broadcast room: “Damn, what a press conference, fake!”

“That Lin Haotian was obviously taken away by the mental hospital after the meeting and conducted human experiments. From the beginning to the end, he never left the mental hospital, let alone recovered. At most, he was in the meeting, like a painter Same,I took some special medicine. ”

“This is a trap. I deliberately found players and held a press conference just to cover up a secret crime. How can I turn a blind eye?”

“Stop talking, at least judging from the current situation, everyone is happy.”

“What about those mentally ill people?” Some viewers roared unwillingly: “Who cares about what they think?”

Strange talk about the world,

Han Junxi walked down the mountain along the cement road, from dawn to dusk. The road ahead seemed endless.

“What’s going on? Did you encounter a ghost?”

While he was wondering, a building appeared not far away, which looked familiar.

“Damn, isn’t this still Dessa Mental Hospital?” Han Junxi said in horror.

The director came out of the hospital and opened his arms to him:

“Welcome back, lost patient.”

“Ding, Kimchi Country’s Chosen One, Han Junxi, has successfully treated patients and failed more than one task. The current number of survivors in Kimchi Country’s dungeon is: 0.”

“The world of ghost stories is about to come to Kimchi Country, and the time is counting down to 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5…”

A familiar mechanical sound sounded, and at this moment, the screen in Kimchi Country completely fell into darkness.

The audience suddenly realized,

Yes, Han Junxi completed the task assigned by the dean, but he did not complete the task assigned by the rules ghost talk.

When it comes to treating illnesses, what is false can never come true.

…

…

Sakura Country,

Ichiro Sato looked at the young painter on the stage and read out the entire speech reluctantly. Then other reporters took photos one by one to maintain the superficial state.

He couldn’t help but feel a little guilty.

The situation last night was too urgent. Sato Ichiro was closely watched. In a hurry, he could only save one of the people with the mildest symptoms.

It just so happened that the painter’s dose was half a shot. Sato Ichiro took out the prop he got from the previous copy, a funnel, which can speed up the passage of time.

It looks like a very awesome prop, but the problem is that it only lasts for five seconds, which is quite useless. After using it, in the eyes of other researchers, half of the syringe was finished.

Ichiro Sato recalled yesterday’s hell-like scene on earth, and silently said to the other patients: It’s not that I refused to save them, but if I’m to blame, I blame you for your misfortune.

On the stage, the meeting continued, and a person who looked like a host took a microphone and introduced: “Next, we would like to ask the patient’s family to say a few words.”

The painter looked at the middle-aged couple walking towards him and was confused.

No, how old is he? His parents have passed away long ago, where are his parents? He didn’t know these two people at all.

But when the man and woman saw him, they began to cry bitterly and wiped their tears at him.

“My child…”

“You are finally well, thank you to the hospital and the director.”

The painter remembered what Ichiro Sato said to him when he came in the morning. If he wanted to be discharged completely, he must be obedient.

That’s all, let’s cooperate.

Thinking of this, he had no choice but to pretend to howl a few times.

But what about Ichiro Sato?

The painter looked around the venue, but he didn’t see Ichiro Sato until it was time to take a group photo. A bad premonition suddenly filled his heart.

“Okay, okay, everything is done, I’m going home.”

The painter quickly ran towards the hospital entrance,

At this time, the couple who had been pretending to be parents suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his arms: “Where are you going? Come home with us, good son.”

“Go away, let you pretend for a while and pretend to be addicted.”

He struggled hard and threw off the checks and balances of the two.

But soon, more doctors and deans rushed up and tied up the painter together.

Soon, he was sent back to the seventh floor.

And the so-called parents put on protective clothing in front of the artist…

at the foot of the mountain,

Facing the dawn ahead, Sato Ichiro showed a sinister smile.

Humph, he wouldn’t be so stupid and just stay where he is, waiting for the reception to end and the dean to take him back again.

There was that idiot painter on stage to attract attention, and he just ran away secretly.

Barrage: “This player from Sakura Country is really cunning. He pushed the patient out to block the knife. He has absolutely no sense of responsibility.”

“Are all detectives like this? They are only responsible for investigating cases, not handling them.”

“Don’t talk nonsense. Just because he is a detective does not represent everyone. Our real-life detectives still have a strong sense of morality.”

“The result seems to be that it was checked, but it seems that it was not checked. It feels like taking off your pants and farting – it feels like it is unnecessary.”

The audience felt very confused at this moment, saying that Ichiro Sato had successfully passed the level, but he did not change any of the current situation of the hospital. The only patient who was cured was temporary, and he was quickly captured and re-experimented.

Let’s say he didn’t succeed, but heHe also accomplished the customs clearance requirements put forward by the rules ghost talk.

In the world of ghost stories, Ichiro Sato walked towards the exit at the foot of the mountain.

Suddenly, the sole of his foot slipped, and his whole body formed into a ball and rolled down.

He stumbled along the way, and countless gravel blades were inserted into his body.

[Ding, congratulations to Ichiro Sato, the Chosen One of Sakura Kingdom, for clearing the dungeon Desa Mental Hospital. Rating for clearance: two stars. Rating analysis: One star for treating a patient well, and one star for uncovering the secret behind the mental hospital. 】

[The history learning level of the people of Sakura Country increases by 10%. This time the strange immunity story is coming. 】

“History study degree?”

What the hell kind of reward is this? People don’t understand.

But soon, a memory that they had never seen before appeared in many people’s minds, most of which were about war and ancient history.

“I can’t believe why the past history was so cruel.”

“Damn it, why isn’t it mentioned in the textbook?”

“It turns out that our ancestor’s surname was Xu, and his name was Xu Fu?”

…

In Longguo, Xu Ye stood in the ward, no, rather in the laboratory, the scene was in a mess.

Broken survey equipment, dismembered staff, and various injections smashed into pieces.

The only ones that are still intact are probably the patients who are imprisoned in the beds.

However, they were not originally of much use. Before the experiment was successful, these were just a group of useless people, typical semi-finished products.

“Where is the dean?”

Xu Ye asked the last surviving experimenter.

“Here, prepare for the press conference below.”

Xu Ye: “…”

I believed your evil deeds.

The kitchen knife slipped from his hand, and a blood-red liquid splashed on the neck of the person in front of him, which was completely cold.

Xu Ye walked deeper.

There is another room connected to the inside of the laboratory.

He opened the door suddenly and went in. The light inside was terrifyingly dim. There are a large row of wooden wardrobes as tall as a person on both sides. There is a circular hole at the top of each cabinet door.

Xu Ye was not stupid enough to stick his head in to see what was inside.

He took out the candle, and the light of the candle shone around. At first, the cabinets banged from the inside, as if someone was pushing hard.

When exposed to candlelight, one becomes quiet.

There was a thick layer of blood on the ground, as well as animal hair and broken bones. I couldn’t tell what species they belonged to, but they were quite solid when stepped on.

Finally, I reached the depths and opened the last door.

“It’s really you.”