The big beard wiped it casually: "What do you mean? It doesn't matter, it will stop bleeding in a while."
When it comes to eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, and smoking, all men must be able to do the same thing. I am good at discovering and then catering to what I like.
"hey-hey...."
I rubbed my hands and said with a smile: "Brother Beard, it's time for you to tell me the secret about the mental hospital, right?"
His face was full of confusion: "What? When did I tell you?"
"Then you want my website address for nothing?"
"You, boy! I didn't ask for it! Then you can take it back."
"You must have remembered it all!"
The bearded man shook his head like a rattle. He insisted that he had not memorized the website address, and told me not to lie to him, and that I would not violate the rules of the association.
His behavior is called pretending to be stupid, and it's called whoring for free. If I had Brother Yu's skills, I would definitely not be able to help but beat him.
But having said that, people are always curious about the unknown. The more secretive he is and dare not tell, the more I want to know the truth.
On the pretext of having a new website, I tricked Big Beard into using his cell phone and directly searched the Internet for the words "Jiamusi Mental Hospital".
Soon, the results I got made me very confused.
The results show that there is only one "Jiamusi Mental Illness Prevention and Treatment Hospital," which was established in the 1970s and is located near Guanghua Street, not far from the Nangang Police Station.
Apart from this, there is no other information, including who is the director, how many patients there are, the hospital's phone number, etc., which makes it very mysterious.
Ten days later.
I knelt on my knees and said sincerely: "Master Monkey, thank you for your kindness in spreading martial arts these ten days. If I can come back alive and safe, then I, Xiang Yunfeng, will owe you my life!"
"Ha ha....."
The old man put his hands behind his back and grinned: "You have never been my apprentice, I will not recognize you. You have barely learned my eight steps to catch a cicada like the wind swings a willow. If you want to get closer, there is no shortcut, you can only rely on time."
With accumulation and practice, what I teach you will not be a problem for ordinary people, but remember..."
The old man's expression became serious, and he warned me: "Once you meet a master, the little tricks you have learned are not enough. You must always think about how to save your own life."
I nodded: "Master, I will remember it. If I want to see you in the future, where can I find you?"
The old man and the big beard looked at each other, and the big beard smiled and said: "Boy, if there is no fate, then I am afraid we will never see each other again in this life. If there is a fate, then we will meet in the world."
.......
There are some things that you cannot escape, you can only accept them, there is no choice.
This year, there were still five days before the Spring Festival, and the streets already had the atmosphere of the New Year. I reluctantly said goodbye to the boss and the others, and then followed Wu Le north.
Although I am from Northeast China, I have never been to Jiamusi.
20 years ago, Jiamusi gave me the impression that it was cold, shabby, and old! When I walked on the street, I couldn’t even see any high-rise buildings. They were basically bungalows or two-story brick buildings.
The day before he was about to be admitted to a mental hospital, in a hotel in Jiamusi.
Wu Le leaned on the sofa and asked me with a serious face: "What is your name? How old are you this year? What are your parents' names? Which sect are you from?"
Without thinking, I replied quickly: "My name is Wu Feng, I am 21 this year, my father's name is Wu Fuping, my mother's name is Li Huilan, I am from Bamenli Jinxing."
There is indeed Wu Feng in the Changchun Society, his background is real, and he is as old as me. (He is dead).
Wu Le nodded and said: "Tomorrow night, you will be put into a Jinbei car. Once you get in, I won't be able to help you. Remember, you have killed a family of five. You have obsessive-compulsive personality disorder, so
You have to act the same all the time so that no one can tell you are pretending."
Let me explain, obsessive-compulsive personality disorder is the pursuit of perfection in a certain aspect of life. For example, if I plan to eat a thousand grains of rice at noon today, then I must count and eat a thousand grains of rice. One more grain or one less grain will not work.
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Other manifestations include an overly strong sense of responsibility, being less talkative and silent, etc. These all require me to act randomly and adapt to the situation.
After hearing this, I asked him worriedly: "Director Wu, if, I mean if, this mission fails, do you have any backup plans?"
Wu Le's expression was serious: "No, once you fail, you won't be able to come out again. I didn't exaggerate to scare you. You will die of old age in the hospital, so this time you can only succeed, not fail."
"Bang! Bang!"
After Wu Le left, there was a continuous sound of firecrackers on the street. I opened the window and stared at Jiamusi under the night.
