The car drove towards the mental hospital. Zhang Yong had many questions that he wanted to ask along the way, but when he saw Fang Ming closing his eyes and his friend Lao Xu beside him shaking his head at him, he could only suppress the curiosity in his heart.
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The reason why Xu Fuhao didn't let Zhang Yong ask was because the moment he rolled down the car window, he noticed that Mr. Fang only glanced at the villa, his pupils shrank, and then something appeared on his face.
There was a look of disbelief before he spoke.
Who is Mr. Fang? In Xu Fuhao's heart, Mr. Fang is an expert. For an expert to show such an expression, it only means that this villa may really have a huge secret, so big that even
Mr. Fang felt that the matter was a bit serious.
Therefore, you must not disturb Mr. Fang at this time. Just do as Mr. Fang says.
Half an hour later, the car arrived in front of the mental hospital, Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital. This is an industrial area in the suburbs. There is a two-meter-high wall with a power grid on it and desolate open spaces on both sides.
Zhang Yong had already called the psychiatric hospital on the way here, so the car drove directly into the hospital, where several medical staff were already waiting.
"Mr. Zhang."
The leader was a middle-aged man in his forties. He did not wear a white coat like other doctors, but wore a formal suit. He shook hands with Zhang Yong eagerly and said.
"Mr. Fang, this is Director Xu of the hospital."
After Zhang Yong and Xu Rui said hello, they introduced it to Fang Ming, because his nephew was imprisoned in this hospital, and Zhang Yong had heard some rumors about the mental hospital, and few mental patients who went in could
He was living a good life, so in order to save his nephew from suffering, Zhang Yong gave the hospital a large amount of money, so for the hospital, he was the benefactor father.
"Hello, Mr. Fang."
Xu Rui felt a little confused when he saw Zhang Yong being so respectful to a young man like Fang Ming, but he didn't show it on his face and still greeted him eagerly.
"Dean Xu, can you arrange a meeting between me and my nephew?" Zhang Yong received Fang Ming's look and said straight to the point.
"I'm afraid this may be a little difficult now."
Xu Rui had a look of hesitation on his face. When he saw Zhang Yong's downcast face, he immediately explained: "It's like this. Zhang Hao has been mentally unstable, so our hospital specially found a separate ward for him.
But in order to prevent him from committing suicide, the doctors are preparing to inject him with sedatives."
If he were an ordinary mental patient, Xu Rui would have asked the doctor to knock him out with electric shock. But since Zhang Yong gave him so much money, he naturally couldn't be as rough with his nephew as he was with ordinary mental patients.
"It's okay, just take us there."
Seeing Zhang Yong's resolute look, Xu Rui stopped insisting. They didn't abuse Zhang Hao anyway, so they led the way towards the inpatient department at the back.
The mental hospital is divided into a treatment building and an inpatient building. There is a barbed wire separation between the two. In front of the inpatient building is an empty playground. This is a place for patients to take a walk and rest. Xu Rui took Fang Ming and others to the inpatient wing.
When I was there, there were several male doctors accompanying me.
When the mental patients saw someone coming, they originally wanted to get closer. However, after seeing the male doctors, their faces showed fear and they retreated far away.
Seeing the actions of these mental patients, Fang Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not say anything. He could imagine that these mental patients should have been beaten by these doctors on weekdays, so even if they were mentally confused,
However, because of the physical pain, I subconsciously stayed away from these doctors.
Fang Ming didn't know what to say about this phenomenon. It was not his business. Every line of work has its own difficulties. When you face a crazy and disobedient person, will you also feel irritable?
But if these mental patients are not frightened, how can the hospital manage it with the manpower? Four or five doctors are needed to treat a mental patient going crazy. This hospital has at least dozens of patients. Is it possible that it needs to be equipped with hundreds of doctors?
doctor?
Hospital building!
Under the leadership of Xu Rui, Fang Ming and his party quickly arrived at the separate ward. The ward was very simple, with four white walls. There was a chair and a table inside. In addition, there was only a bed, and
At this moment, there was a patient curled up on the bed. Because his back was to the door, he couldn't see his face clearly.
One of the doctors opened the door, and then several doctors walked in cautiously. However, Zhang Hao, who was lying on the bed, remained motionless, as if he didn't notice anyone coming in at all.
"Ah Hao."
Zhang Yong couldn't help shouting, but Zhang Hao still didn't respond on the bed.
"Mr. Zhang, Zhang Hao is extremely mentally confused. He can't remember his identity at all. He also said that he is a god. Look at those paintings on the wall."
Xu Rui knew Zhang Hao's situation very well. After all, Zhang Hao had a father who was a financial sponsor. Following Xu Rui's finger, Zhang Yong and others also noticed that the wall of the bed was covered with paintings.
There is a pattern, and in the center of the pattern is a person. The bright red color is dazzling to the eyes.
"Mr. Zhang, don't get me wrong. This is the red paint we prepared. Because Zhang Hao often goes crazy, but he will calm down as long as we paint for him, so we provided him with paint and brushes, but Zhang Hao doesn't like it.
Instead of using a paintbrush, paint directly with your fingers.”
After hearing Xu Rui's explanation, Zhang Yong's face looked better. Several doctors were about to step forward to wake Zhang Hao up, but were stopped by Fang Ming.
Fang Ming stopped the actions of several doctors and walked straight towards the bed. Xu Rui on the side said with some worry: "Zhang Hao is now suffering from intermittent sexual symptoms. I'm afraid it will be dangerous if Mr. Fang gets close."
"Don't worry, Dean Xu, Mr. Fang will be fine." Xu Fuhao was not worried at all. He was joking, would a master like Mr. Fang be harmed by a mental patient? He knew it without even thinking about it.
possible things.
Approaching Zhang Hao, when Fang Ming walked to the bed, Zhang Hao, who had been curled up and motionless, suddenly reacted. He suddenly turned over and stared at Fang Ming with a pale and sick face.
His eyes were even more red. If it were another person, he would definitely be shocked, but Fang Ming's expression didn't change at all, he just frowned a little.
"They're coming, they're going to die, they're going to die."
However, Zhang Hao's ferocious expression did not last for a few seconds. He suddenly hugged his head with both hands and curled up into a ball. Several male doctors who were almost about to take action breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this.
"Who are they?"
Fang Ming looked at Zhang Hao and said softly: "Zhang Hao, look into my eyes and tell me who they are?"
His voice seemed to have a kind of magic power. Zhang Hao actually raised his head, his bloodshot eyes staring at Fang Ming. Fang Ming was also looking at Zhang Hao at this moment.
He saw a familiar look in those bloodshot eyes.
He had seen this kind of look not long ago. When the old woman from the Qiao family died suddenly, her open eyes looked like this. It was a kind of desperate fear.
While looking at Fang Ming, Zhang Hao's eyes slowly calmed down, and he began to murmur: "They, they are reincarnations..."
Bang!
However, at this moment, a voice suddenly came from outside the ward. The voice made Zhang Hao's body tremble and his head retracted again. He protected his head with both hands and curled up on the corner of the bed like a turtle.
Fang Ming's face was also a little ugly. He had just used a spell to calm down Zhang Hao's soul, prompting Zhang Hao to let go of his guard. It seemed that he was about to succeed, but in the end he fell short.
"You guys go out and take a look."
Dean Xu gave instructions to several doctors, and the male doctors immediately walked out, while Fang Ming planned to repeat the same trick and continued to shout in a deep voice: "Zhang Hao, look into my eyes..."
Only this time, Zhang Hao did not raise his head again, and even directly lifted the quilt on the bed. Under the quilt was a pool of bright red liquid, not his blood, but the red paint.
Zhang Hao directly put his hand on the paint, and then started painting randomly on the wall again with his hand covered with paint. Xu Rui wanted to stop him, but Fang Ming raised his hand and signaled Xu Rui
Rui and others were told not to act rashly, while he himself was staring at the painting Zhang Hao was working on at the moment.
The painting was very casual, even abstract. Zhang Hao's hand was just drawing circles with no logic at all. Zhang Yong and others didn't understand why Fang Ming looked at it so seriously.
Circles, criss-cross combinations, densely packed together like a ball, look like a lie, but Fang Ming has an expression of interest.
No one noticed that while he was painting, Zhang Hao's expression was very calm, not a little bit manic. Even his eyes became clear and clear, and the bloodshot eyes also subsided.
However, Zhang Hao suddenly stopped when he was halfway through the painting, but Fang Ming immediately said at this moment: "Zhang Hao, come on, keep painting."
Fang Ming was very concerned about the pattern drawn by Zhang Hao, because this pattern was what he found in the head of the old lady Qiao's head, but the pattern in the head of the old lady Qiao's head had been destroyed, and now
Zhang Hao restored the pattern again.
The painting was already half completed, and Fang Ming's intuition told him that if the pattern was completely revealed, he would discover a huge secret, perhaps involving the most mysterious of immortality and reincarnation.
When the Qiao family's grandmother died, the clues were completely cut off. Fang Ming could only give up with regret, but he never thought that Zhang Hao would be able to come into contact with this secret again. Such a good opportunity