On the outskirts of Santa Fe, a small town in the east of Pinos Island, a small truck filled with the smell of fish crossed the dirt road between farmland in the rising sun, and finally stopped at the gate of a farm wrapped in layers of farmland and Cuban mahogany.
Before he even got out of the car, Wei Ran clearly saw a string of words he didn't recognize written on the huge metal sign at the entrance of the farm - quizascentroderehabilitaprerespondes~quizas,quizas,quizas..."
"I've never heard of it." Wei Ran looked at the particularly beautiful white buildings inside the iron fence and said with pride, "I'm a music idiot."
"This is not something worth showing off." Ninel shook his head regretfully and honked the car horn gently.
Soon, a middle-aged female nurse with a big body and a round waist walked out of a building that looked like a church, and Ninel also opened the car door and waved to her from a distance.
When the female nurse saw that the person who came was Nineel, she immediately responded enthusiastically. Then, while shouting something behind her in Spanish that Wei Ran couldn't understand, she opened the locked iron fence as quickly as possible.
Door.
After driving the car into the mental hospital, Ninel parked the car in the shadow of a lush mahogany tree, opened the door and greeted Wei Ran to get out, and then spoke very fast to the strong female nurse in Spanish.
They chatted quickly about something and hugged each other.
Soon, the female nurse pointed to another two-story house in the distance that was shrouded in the shadow of trees. She also handed a gun to Nineel, and then she picked it up from the cargo bin.
A box of catches, while shouting something in Spanish that Wei Ran couldn't understand, he walked towards the church in the distance.
After taking the gun and looking at it, Ninel winked at Wei Ran and walked straight to the single-family building, which was not that big.
Along the way, Wei Ran also noticed that apart from the various trees, flowers and plants that could be seen everywhere, there were only four buildings in this large courtyard.
In addition to the classroom and your one-story building, the two farthest places against the wall of this oval-shaped building also have a three-story building with many windows, and a row of buildings that look like workshops.
architecture.
In addition, there is a basketball court in the center of the yard and a row of tall trees that provide plenty of shade.
Under Ninel's leadership, the two walked into the two-story building with floor-to-ceiling windows on all sides.
Apart from the air-conditioning coming from the shop, the most eye-catching thing in this room besides various old-looking exercise equipment is a tall, thin, white-skinned woman who looks to be in her seventies, but has an exceptionally clean temperament.
This white-haired woman wearing sports shorts and short sleeves had unforgettable ice-blue pupils. When Wei Ran and the two came in, she was jogging on a treadmill, and there was a treadmill not far away.
The old-fashioned record player seemed to be playing the Spanish song that Niñel just hummed. "Sit"
The old woman did not stop jogging, but pointed to the sofa in the distance and wiped the sweat from her face with the white towel around her neck.
Niner didn't take it seriously. He walked to the center of the room with Wei Ran and greeted him to sit on the sofa. Then he took out two cans of sports drinks from the refrigerator not far away against the pillar and distributed them to him.
Got Wei Ran.
"Wait a moment"
Ninel glanced at the quartz watch hanging on the wall and said, "Aunt Santos' morning exercise will be over in 24 minutes. Before that, we can have breakfast first."
Before Wei Ran could say anything, another middle-aged female nurse, who was also tall and thick, and had a sea anchor and a skull and crossbones flag tattooed on her arms, also delivered two ingredients on a large tray.
A hearty breakfast and two mugs of cold beer with thick foam.
Ignoring Wei Ran at all, Niñel first said something loudly in Spanish, and hugged the middle-aged woman who put down the tray warmly, then directly picked up the one that was almost as big as her face, with several thick slices sandwiched in the middle.
Layer the bread with ham and cheese, open your mouth and take a big bite.
The tattooed female nurse who brought breakfast was sitting on the sofa opposite with a kind face, and kindly extended her hand to signal Wei Ran to eat quickly.
Seeing this, Wei Ran, who was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, was not polite. He picked up another piece of bread and took a big bite. He didn't wait for the food with the aroma of wheat and meat in his mouth to be swallowed.
He picked up the cup and clinked it with Nineel.
Although he enjoyed the meal, Wei Ran could also see that Nineel didn't seem to want to speak Russian in front of the female nurse.
The other party obviously wanted to hide something, and Wei Ran was not an ignorant idiot. Naturally, he stuffed his mouth tightly with mouthfuls of food and beer.
It wasn't until she finished eating the entire "Cuban Rouji Mo" and drank a whole glass of cold, mellow beer that the female nurse nodded with satisfaction, hugged Nineel and the exhausted Wei Ran again, and simply took the
He picked up the tray and cups and left the room.
Watching the other party go away, Ninel let out a long belch without any trace of image, and then asked in Russian, "What do you want to ask?"
"Let me rest for a while"
Wei Ran, who had been eating anxiously just now, waved his hand, unscrewed the bottle of sports drink and took a sip. He calmed down and whispered, "Where is that... um... Aunt Santos?"
"Medical consultant sent from the Soviet era"
Niner explained in a low voice, "After the collapse of the Soviet Union, Aunt Santos chose to stay and started running this mental hospital. I don't know the rest."
Before he could finish his words, the woman who had been jogging also stopped slowly and said slowly in Russian, "Wait for me a moment, I'll take a shower first."
After saying that, Aunt Santos turned off the record player without waiting for Nineel or Wei Ran to respond, and walked into the bathroom not far away while wiping her sweat.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In less than ten minutes, this old lady with outstanding temperament walked out of the bathroom and sat on the sofa wearing a pair of beach pants and a floral shirt.
"Nineel, why did you little guy remember to come back? Are you in trouble again?" As she said this, Aunt Santos also crossed her legs, bent over, picked up half a cigar from the table, lit it, and held it in her mouth.
However, her slow tone finally let Wei Ran know why Nineel spoke so slowly. If nothing else, he probably learned it from her.
"He is Victor, my friend, a student of Uncle Gorman and Aunt Daria and Uncle Culp."
Ninnel paused and continued speaking at the same slow pace, "Not long ago, he helped me kill the bell ringer."
"Are you Victor?"
Aunt Santos, who was over 70 years old, puffed out a thick cloud of smoke towards the sanator like a strong mafia woman, then took the initiative to help disperse the smoke with her hands, and asked slowly, "Little guy, how is Gorman?"
?”
"I have a very fulfilling life," Wei Ran gave an ambiguous answer. "I have wanted to meet you for a long time." Aunt Santos said and then looked at Nineel, "Tell me about your troubles."
"Aunt, we are here to help you solve your trouble." Ninnel paused and spoke slightly faster, "How about letting Victor take away Lazzaro and his friends?"
"Take Lazzaro? Him?"
Aunt Santos took a long sip from her cigar. When the thick smoke came out of her mouth and filled the air, she suddenly asked, "Are you two little guys trying to subvert some small country?"
"This matter has nothing to do with me." Ninel picked it off cleanly without hesitation.
"At first I just wanted to buy some talents from Nineel," Wei Ran answered truthfully. "He recommended me to come here. In fact, I only knew the name Lazzaro."
"Can you tell me what you want to do?" Santos asked arrogantly.
"Sorry, I can't." Wei Ran spread his hands, "It has nothing to do with trust, but I can't say it."
"Lazaro is not mentally ill. For him, this place can only be regarded as his nursing home." Santos put the cigar he had smoked few times on the ashtray, "So is he willing to take his friends and go with you?
, I’m afraid you have to go talk to him yourself.”
"Now?" Wei Ran paused, "Does he speak Russian?" "Of course, Russian or English or Spanish are no problem." Santos stood up as he spoke, "Let's go, I will take you to meet him now.
.”
Hearing this, Wei Ran stood up immediately, but then found that Niniel did not stand up. Instead, he just handed over the electric shock device, "Friend, I wish you good luck."
This small detail immediately raised Wei Ran's vigilance, and when he took the phone, Nineel also tapped Wei Ran's finger lightly with his finger.
Secretly raising his guard, Wei Ran followed Santos out of the room and walked straight towards the church-like building.
As the two-meter-high wooden door was pushed open, before Wei Ran had time to see clearly what was going on inside, he heard the chirping quarrel.
Immediately afterwards, he saw that there were no statues of gods at all in this church, and the surrounding windows had curtains drawn.
In the center of the church, there is a long table filled with various breakfasts. The main seat of this long table is an old man in a wheelchair, who looks to be in his sixties, and sitting on both sides are
There were men and women, old men and young people who looked like they were only 20 years old at most.
On both sides of the church door, there stood a middle-aged female nurse with a big waist and a handgun.
Not to mention the two familiar female nurses, the people sitting around the long table didn't even notice Santos and Wei Ran coming in at this time. Instead, they lowered their voices and hummed with Wei Ran.
What are you talking about in Spanish that you don’t understand?
Seeing Wei Ran's confused look, Santos waved to the two female nurses and waited for them to leave. Then he closed the door and whispered in Russian, "They were discussing how to break the US blockade on Cuba and how to create problems for the US."
trouble."
After a pause, Santos pointed to the numbers written on the blackboard behind the old man sitting at the farthest seat, "This is the 1,244th meeting they have had."
"Once a day?" Wei Ran asked in disbelief.
"Not sure, at first three times a month, then once a week, then once every three days, once every two days, once a day or even several times a day."
Santos shook his head, "At first, Lazzaro, who was sitting in the main seat, just used this place as a nursing home, but he unexpectedly discovered that there was a mental patient here who was the lunatic who he personally sent to Miami. After that, I
This old friend discovered the value of mental patients."
"so…"
"He was almost going crazy, especially after Castro's death." Santos said this, put the middle fingers of his hands into his mouth and blew a loud gangster whistle, and then pointed at the dissatisfied man at the other end of the long table.
The old man waved and said something in Spanish.
Before he finished speaking, the old guy who looked like Lazzaro immediately came over in his wheelchair.
"Push him"
Santos spoke in Russian against Wei Ran's ear, and then walked out of the church, which was buzzing again with itchy scalps, and walked straight to the two-story building in the distance, leaving only the person who had just pushed out the wheelchair.
Wei Ran and Zaros of the church stared at each other.
"Do you speak Russian?" Wei Ran asked after the other party said something to him in Spanish.
"Russian? Of course, I studied in Leningrad." Zalos changed into a slightly unfamiliar Russian, "But I haven't used it for a long, long time, so young man, what do you want to see me for?"
"What did Madam Dean say just now?" Wei Ran asked as he pushed the other party towards the shade of a tree in the distance.
"She said she found me a partner."
Zalos, who was sitting in a wheelchair, turned his upper body enthusiastically, "So do you want to launch a guerrilla movement in the United States or develop party members? Or use conspiracy to encourage the independence of Texas and Alaska?" "Can I hear your thoughts?
?" Wei Ran dropped the topic again, and at the same time he was extremely sure that this old guy has gone crazy."
"The guerrilla movement is outdated. Americans have been very successful in publicity, so it is not realistic to develop party members."
Zalos also snapped his fingers when he said this, "So I think we should find a way to promote the independence of Texas and Alaska!"
"Why?"
Wei Ran continued to ask, "Are there any advantages to doing this? No, let's change the question, do you think Texans are really willing to be independent?"
"I don't want to. Of course those red-necks don't want to. I have dealt with them. They are stubborn, cheerful and idiots, but they are more patriotic than those dirty politicians in New York and Washington."
Zalos spread his hands, "But we have had 1,244 meetings, and I have collected enough genius ideas from the mouths of those antisocial lunatics in the church. Now I am just short of a chance to put them into practice."
"New Question"
Wei Ran bent down slightly, leaned into the opponent's ear and asked, "I want to compete in a debate. There are no other detailed conditions. What suggestions do you have?"
"suggestion?"
Zalos said without thinking, "If you want to win the competition, find a debate team that is good enough and provide enough intelligence information. If you want to disrupt the other party's logic, have you seen that church?"
Zalos pointed in the direction behind him, "There are 12 most unstable anti-social lunatics sitting there. A random group of people from there is enough to destroy each other's logic." "Are those people geniuses?"
"No, they are all madmen, the most emotionally unstable madmen." Zalos said proudly, "Their ideas are not bound by any rules and regulations, their thinking logic is chaotic, and when it comes to being a mental patient, they
There is indeed enough experience.”
At this point, Zalos spread his hands and turned his back to Wei Ran, who was standing behind the wheelchair, and said, "Look, who will win the argument against the mental illness?"
