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Chapter 73: Ward No. 5

"PTSD, bipolar disorder, schizophrenia, what's next?"

Wang Jin took the key he got from under the vase and continued walking forward.

"Oh, by the way, is the nurse's duty room on the second floor?"

Wang Jin asked casually.

"Yes, that's what I remember."

Wu Wen nodded.

"The third floor should be the dean's office. I remember seeing him once when I first came to this hospital."

"Oh? What kind of person is the dean?"

"In my impression, he is a kind-hearted middle-aged man, but I don't know when everyone started to change."

Wu Wen sighed.

"I don't know what he has become now."

Walking through the corridor, Wang Jin came to the end of the first floor.

There is still a metal door across the stairs, which obviously also requires a key.

With a sigh, Wang Jin turned around and walked to Ward No. 5.

Unlike the doors of other wards with metal railings, the door of Ward No. 5 is almost completely sealed, leaving only a few small holes for ventilation.

Wang Jin leaned down and looked inside through the small hole.

A round black object with a circle of white mixed with red strips next to the black.

It's very small, about the same size as a small hole.

"This is..."

Wang Jin was stunned for a moment, and then retreated suddenly.

That's an eye.

When Wang Jin looked into the ward, Patient No. 5 was also observing Wang Jin from the same position.

Just as Wang Jingang was about to lean down again, his inspiration flashed wildly.

"Ahem, Wu Wen, look at what's going on inside."

Wang Jin coughed twice and then passed the blame to Wu Wen.

There is no way, who can prevent people from dying?

"good."

Wu Wen nodded and then put it on the door panel.

"Poof!"

The next second, a slender metal bar pierced Wu Wen's eyes, and a red and white sticky substance penetrated from the back of his head.

"Boom."

Wu Wen fell to the ground, twitched a few times and then stopped moving. Blood slowly flowed out from the wound on the back of his head.

At the same time, a burst of laughter came from the other side of the metal door.

"Hey, surprise!"

It was a man's slightly shrill voice, which sounded a little crazy.

"Such a strong force? How did he do it?"

Wang Jin looked at the slightly bent metal tube and muttered.

Although the metal pipe is very strong, it is not easy to penetrate the human skull directly.

"Damn, it hurts me so much."

Wu Wen pulled out the metal tube, and then the wound began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Li Hui frowned and picked up the metal tube mixed with brains and blood.

"These are...the legs of the bed."

Wang Jin looked at the thing in Li Hui's hand and quickly recognized what it was.

He had long noticed that the beds in this mental hospital were wrapped with a layer of latex material to prevent patients from hurting themselves by hitting the bed.

However, there is a slender metal tube in the middle of the bed legs that are wrapped in layers to bear the weight, so that the bed will not be directly crushed.

The man in Ward No. 5 used some unknown method to peel off the latex material layer by layer, removed the bed legs, and even used some unknown method to grind the bed legs to be extremely sharp.

Wang Jin did not dare to ask for help, so he handed over the important task of opening the door to Wu Wen.

"Wu Wen, I'm sorry to trouble you."

After handing the key to Wu Wen, Wang Jin stepped aside holding the demon gun Colt.

Li Hui also took a stance, ready to attack Patient No. 5 at any time.

"knew."

Wu Wen took a deep breath and held his pistol.

Wang Jin raised his eyebrows and looked at Wu Wen.

The moment he held the pistol, Wu Wen's whole demeanor changed drastically.

From a middle-aged man with a military temperament to... a butcher.

Wang Jin didn't know whether this description was accurate, but the aura on Wu Wen's body was exactly the same as that of those butchers who killed countless lives, or even stronger.

"murderous look."

Li Hui frowned, as if she was born to be sensitive to this kind of thing.

"Almost as murderous as Master."

Wang Jin did not respond to Li Hui, but looked at Wu Wen with interest.

"call--"

As if recalling some bad memory, Wu Wen's breathing suddenly became rapid, and his eyes became a little wandering.

But even so, he gritted his teeth and opened the metal door.

"Ah! I'm sorry!"

The metal door opened, and an unshaven young man walked out.

Thick dark circles under the eyes, deep red bloodshot eyes, sloppy hair, and yellowed hospital gown.

"I stabbed the wrong person! I'm so sorry!"

The man said with a smile, and then stretched out his hand.

Wu Wen said nothing, released his pistol, and shook hands with the man.

The moment the man held Wu Wen's right hand, he yanked his left hand from his waist, and another metal pipe appeared in his hand.

"Bang!"

Before the man stabbed Wu Wen, he was shot in the head, and then fell to the ground with a thud.

"Want to play the same trick a second time?"

Wu Wen kicked the man.

"Stop pretending, I know you're fine."

The man remained motionless, as if he was really dead.

"Hey, Wu Wen."

Wang Jin reached out to stop Wu Wen, and then aimed his shotgun at the man's legs on the ground from a distance.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After three shots, Wang Jin looked at the motionless man on the ground and wiped the muzzle of the gun with a smile.

"I have a little habit of refilling my gun after killing someone, otherwise I always feel uneasy."

"I have more bullets, so let's shoot him for five minutes first."

Pulling the trigger continuously, Wang Jin showed no mercy and shot the man in the leg one after another.

The characteristics of a shotgun are like this. It has unlimited bullets but will never hit the vital point.

But if you want to torture someone, it will be better if you don't hit the vital point.

"No, no! Stop fighting! I was wrong!"

When Wang Jin fired the thirty-second shot, the man turned over with his bloody legs, and then reached out to stop Wang Jin.

"Hand over all your weapons."

Wang Jin looked at the man coldly.

"Hey, we didn't have to go to this point."

The man said with a smile, and then pulled out two more bed legs from his sleeves and back.

"why soserious?"

"Bang! Bang bang!"

Without saying a word, Wang Jin fired again, and the impact of the bullet at close range knocked the man upside down.

"I said, hand over all your weapons."

"Okay, okay, don't be angry."

The man shook his trouser legs, and several small paper packets fell out, followed by several syringes with needles.

God knows how he got so many things.

"My patience is limited."

Wang Jin frowned, then put the shotgun on the man's head, and reached out to hold his shoulder.

When the man saw Wang Jin approaching him, the expression on his face was happy at first, and then turned into deep shock.

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