City J is located 800 miles away, and it is already the territory of District 8. If you drive, it will take a day just to go back and forth. Of course, Hao Meng didn't want to waste this time. He came to City J with shameless face and only took an hour and a half to reach City J.

If you have a means of transportation at this speed, you will naturally be a fighter.

Another half an hour later, Hao Meng arrived at the Seventh People's Hospital of J City at 12 noon. Even on a sunny day, this hospital located in a remote suburb still had a hint of cool air, not only because of its terrifying name, but more because it is indeed something indescribable.

In the eyes of strangers like Hao Meng, the entire hospital was surrounded by a trace of gray aura, which was particularly familiar to strangers.

Extraordinary power!

There is a formation of alien power buried underground in the hospital.

Of course, ordinary mental hospitals will not have this thing, but how could the place where people who have contacted strange beasts be locked up?

The two soldiers in uniform guarding the door were guarding the door. Hao Meng showed Li Hao's identity certificate, and then entered the hospital under the guidance of one person. There were many small rooms, half of which were empty. The rest were closed with crowds of people of all kinds, dancing, silent, crazy, and weird. The two walked through iron doors, passed through four, and then went to the deepest place.

A cool and cold air came to my face.

Hao Meng looked around and saw that the rooms here were much larger, only four, two were empty, and two with names written on them.

Hu Jiuwei.

Rain man.

Hao Meng glanced at the person named Yu Ren. The man was huddled on the bed, covered with a quilt, and couldn't tell the difference between men and women, let alone appearance. He walked to Hu Jiuwei's sign and looked inside through the glass on the door.

The girl was sitting in front of the window and writing with her pen, silent.

The accompanying soldier shouted Hu Jiuwei's name twice, but the latter did not move at all. Hao Meng asked, "Can I go in and take a look?"

Private thought briefly, remembering the high-level identity certificate the person carried, then nodded and opened the thick door. Hao Meng walked into the room. The room was clean and tidy without any odor, and the decoration was simple. The girl was indifferent to the intruder and still wrote slowly on the paper.

Hao Meng sat down on the stool next to her and shouted, "Hu Jiuwei? Do you still know me? I am Hao Meng, Qiao Yin's boyfriend, your brother-in-law."

The beautiful girl had a blind eye, but she just took a pen to graffiti on the paper. At this time, Hao Meng realized that her pen holding posture was extremely strange. It was not a normal human stent, but a five-finger squeezing her fist, like an ignorant child was painting, and the content on the paper was also mixed.

Hu Jiuwei looked at the people around her as if nothing had happened.

Hao Mengfei talked all the time and said for a long time but it was useless. He could only turn to the privateer and ask, "Has she always been like this?"

The private nodded and answered truthfully: "For more than a year, she has been sleeping and graffiti on paper, occasionally whispering some nonsense shouts that no one can understand."

Hao Meng frowned, "Are there any videos of those shoutings recorded? Also, I need all her graffiti books."

The private turned around and went to do it. About a quarter of an hour later, he returned with a cardboard box. The top was a tape, and the bottom was dozens of graffiti books.

Hao Meng walked to the room next to play the tape. There was a twelve-minute editing scene. Each section ranged from more than ten seconds to one or two minutes, and there were eight times in total. In the video, the girl sitting quietly suddenly stood up like crazy and slapped the table walls with a ferocious expression, and made a hysterical roar and shouting. Rather than talking nonsense, it was more like a pure venting.

After watching the video, the young man had no idea. Then he opened the graffiti book in front of him. It was covered with graffiti that were inconsistent and in shape. Some were just horizontal and vertical, while others were in a circle, just like the unconscious doodle of a child.

Hao Meng patiently finished all the picture books and became increasingly helpless. This crazy girl was completely unable to communicate. He did not give up and tried to communicate with Hu Jiuwei for dozens of minutes. Finally, he got up depressedly and found nothing here.

"Since this place doesn't work, then go to the apartment where she had an accident before." Hao Meng made a plan. Even if the apartment had been burned down by a fire, as a spiritual alien of level D, Hao Meng thought he could find some clues. Of course, this was just his only attempt to not give up.

"Zhuang." Hao Meng said in his heart: "Record this video and the graffiti book."

A glimmer of light appeared on the watch on the young man's hand, and the light that was invisible to the naked eye was projected onto the video tape and the picture book. The content on it was quickly replicated. In just three seconds, Zhuang completed the record.

Hao Meng immediately prepared to get up and leave.

At this moment, Zhuang's cold voice sounded, "Master, do you need a translation?"

The young man who had just walked out of the thick iron gate with one foot suddenly froze, as if he was stunned.

The private looked at the young man with confusion on his face, and saw that the young man looked horrified as if he had seen or heard something horrible.

"Can you translate?" Hao Meng was incredible, "This is a language and a text?"

This kind of irregular graffiti is actually a text?

Hu Jiuwei yelled like an venting, it was actually a language?

But the artificial intelligence Zhuang did not have any human emotions, and he replied coldly: "Yes, master, there is such a language in my database that can be translated."

Hao Meng hurriedly asked, "What language is this?"

Guangren was rarely silent, and after a few seconds he replied: "Master, I don't know either. There is no such language in the database. The only thing I know is that it is not the text or language used by humans."

A cool air instantly crawled all over Hao Meng's body.

Not used by humans?

What is used?

The young man gritted his teeth and said, "Translation! Translation!"

In Hao Meng's sea of ​​consciousness, all the pictures are lined up in the air, and the videos are played at the top. Unlike just now, this time the text and language on it were automatically converted into human language.

Half of the various patterns and strokes on the graffiti book show question marks, while the rest are single texts with no order logic, just like an article that has been broken and reorganized, but some of the words connected together made Hao Meng's pupil shrink violently.

There are some unforgettable names that he can understand and are revealed in the translated content above!

Hao Meng! Qiao Yin! Hu Jiuwei!

really!

Qiao Yin's inexplicable disappearance is related to this place!

At the same time, the girl's yelling in the video was translated, she was roaring and roaring wildly.

Qiao is sad! Hu Jiuwei!

Black fox! Black cat!

The two names, two animals, because of her crazy roar and her tone of voice deformed, even Hao Meng did not notice it. It turned out that she kept calling the same noun!

Hu Jiuwei knew, but who is Qiao Bei?

He is the same surname as Qiao Yin, but Hao Meng has never heard of this name before, and there is no such person in Qiao Yin's relationship network!

The Private stepped forward and asked cautiously: "Sir? Are you okay?"

Hao Meng's consciousness withdrew from the Niwan Palace. He glanced at the private, shook his head and said, "It's okay."

The next moment, a spiritual force spread like lightning, and all the surveillance and electronic equipment around it failed. The privateer's eyes were also stunned, and he lost consciousness and fainted on the ground.

Hao Meng turned around and walked back into the room. He was silent for a while, and then slowly spit out the three words Hu Jiuwei.

The watch flashed slightly.

Hao Meng's voice automatically turned into a difficult and low-key language.

The girl sitting on the chair, who was full of silly faces, suddenly paused in her pen in her hand.

A little clearness gradually emerged in Hu Jiuwei's unsightly eyes, becoming more and more concentrated and sharper. After a while, she turned around, leaned against the back of the chair, and wrapped her hands around her chest. Her temperament changed drastically.

The same face and the same body seem to awaken another personality, and the demon hidden deep in it is released.

The girl is like the queen who ruled the world. She is obviously sitting, but she stares at Hao Meng with a proud look of looking down.

Hu Jiuwei's lips did not move, but a sound that hit her heart clearly sounded in the room, "Who is here?"

The young man had no expression on his face.

After a moment, under the increasingly sharp and sharp gaze, he clasped his fists and bowed his head slowly in pure ancient language.
Chapter completed!