After Mr. Zhang's surprise attack, the decoration workers were very careful and observed the surrounding situation when nothing happened.
It's dangerous to go to a mental hospital.
If it weren't for the high price, he wouldn't come.
no way.
Want a good meal.
So what if it's a mental hospital? Can it beat me to death for no reason?
This was what he thought before he came here.
Now...
It's better to be careful.
He finished the work quickly, received the money, and had a bowl of spicy hotpot to calm down his shock.
After a while.
"Eh!"
The decoration worker was looking through the tool box and was very confused as to where the hammer in the box had gone. He remembered taking it out because he had seen it before.
He scratched his head and thought carefully whether he had just taken it out for use and forgotten to put it back.
Get up and search.
"Where did it go?"
"Can there be a thief in a mental hospital?"
Just as he was thinking about this matter, a dull voice came to his ears.
"What sound?"
He stood in the corridor and looked toward the end of the corridor. If he heard correctly, the sound came from far away.
Curiosity is humanity's special path to death.
Just like him.
Hearing the dull sound, I couldn't help but feel curious.
Gradually.
The dull sound reaching my ears became louder and clearer.
He can guarantee it.
It's definitely ahead.
Until he walked to the door of a room, the dull sound that reached his ears was so loud.
He looked inside curiously.
Just one glance made the decoration workers feel like they were being struck by thunder, making them tremble and feel cold all over.
In the dark room, the curtains were drawn, leaving only a small gap
The faint light allowed him to see some things he shouldn't have seen.
Someone was lying there, and another person was holding something and hitting the other person hard. With the help of weak light, he discovered that the thing was his lost hammer.
Bang!
Bang!
There was blood splattering all over the ground.
Old man Zhang seemed to realize that someone had seen him, and slowly raised his head.
In the dark room, a ray of light shone on Old Man Zhang's mouth and chin. Most of his body was hidden in the darkness, and a faint outline could be seen.
A charming smile appeared on Old Man Zhang's lips.
"You saw it."
The decoration worker was trembling, his legs were shaking violently, and unknown liquid was flowing down his trousers.
Plop!
He sat down on the ground, his expression gradually changed from curiosity to fear, and his pupils were filled with horror.
"ah!"
"Killed."
"Psychosis kills."
"Help."
The decoration workers shouted loudly and ran towards the distance, crawling and rolling. Although no one was chasing them, they kept hitting the walls left and right and beating the closed doors.
Some caregivers who didn't know what was going on were very confused.
When did another mental illness occur? Looking at the symptoms, it seems that he is suffering from persecutory delusion. This type is a bit dangerous and very aggressive.
This incident alarmed Dean Hao.
A decoration worker came here for repairs and was so frightened that he wanted to see who was so bold.
Just passing by Ward 666.
Seeing that the two people were not there, his expression changed drastically and he hurried towards the end of the corridor.
Sa!
Dean Hao came in with the nurse, opened the curtains, and the room became brighter.
I saw Lin Fan and Old Man Zhang sitting on the long stainless steel table, with their feet off the ground, shaking their legs, drinking soy milk.
Scattered all over the floor.
"What are you doing?" Dean Hao asked, keeping a safe distance to prevent danger.
"Drink Coke."
"Drink Sprite."
Dean Hao observed the surrounding situation and found nothing strange.
The frightened decoration worker gradually calmed down under the comfort of the caregiver. He was really frightened. When he saw that there was no blood in the house, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He swears to God.
Whoever invites him to come to the mental hospital for maintenance in the future, he will definitely slap him in the face. No matter how much money is given, I will not go unless it is doubled.
"Dean Hao, I can't do this job. Please return the hammer to me and I'll leave," the decoration worker said.
"hammer?"
Dean Hao frowned. This is a very lethal tool. It is very dangerous to stay in a mental hospital. There have been mental patients who hit the nursing staff on the head with an inflatable hammer.
Talk about whack-a-mole.
If it was a real thing, it would be bloody.
Dean Hao looked around, and finally his eyes stopped at Lin Fan's crotch. He took a deep breath, moved slowly, came to Lin Fan, stretched out his hand, and said seriously:
"Take things out."
Lin Fan blinked and said calmly: "I didn't take it."
"Then what is this?" Dean Hao asked.
Lin Fan lowered his head and found that the handle of the hammer was cocked and his pants were pushed up high.
Lin Fan opened his crotch, glanced down, released his hand, raised his head and said, "Hammer."
"Bring it here."
"oh."
Lin Fan reached into his crotch and took out the hammer.
Some of the female caregivers around looked disappointed.
It turns out to be a hammer...
Dean Hao moved his heels back, getting ready to run away, "throw the hammer on the ground."
"Come and get it."
"Be obedient and throw it on the ground."
"If you don't throw it away, come and get it."
Suddenly.
The two were in a stalemate.
Dean Hao felt that the danger was a bit high. No matter what, he had to bring the hammer over, but now that the hammer was held by a mental patient, the lethality was a bit terrifying.
Today is February 29th.
He doesn't want to spend his birthday tomorrow, March 1st, in the hospital.
"Okay, I'll come and get it."
"I believe you are a good boy."
Dean Hao took a deep breath, stared at Lin Fan's innocent eyes, tilted his body, and slowly stretched out his hand. His heart was beating fast. It was not until he touched the handle of the hammer and tightened his grip that he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Good boy."
No one knows what he went through in just a few seconds.
He is only over fifty.
It was impossible to have a head full of gray hair.
But if you are mentally stressed for a long time, you will understand why.
Snap!
Snap!
The caregivers applauded.
"The dean is great."
"The dean is really a hero. If it were me, I definitely wouldn't dare."
Dean Hao smiled and felt very comfortable taking pictures of the young people's rainbow farts.
"Okay, let's all go back to our respective posts. The danger is over and the lost items have been found. Let's disperse."
inside the room.
Only Lin Fan and Old Man Zhang were left drinking soy milk and shaking their legs leisurely.
"What day is it today?" Lin Fan asked.
Old man Zhang picked up his sleeves, looked at the watch painted on his wrist and said, "How about it, it's a Rolex."
"How much did it cost?"
"Several million, drizzle. I'll give you one next time."
"Okay, what's the date?"
"March 7th."
Lin Fan said calmly: "In another twelve months, I will leave for a while."
Old Man Zhang said reluctantly: "Ah, you are leaving. Where are you going? Can you take me with you? You know me. You can't live without me. They don't believe you. I am the only one who believes in you."
Talking and talking.
Old man Zhang squatted on the ground, hugged Lin Fan's thigh, and said pitifully: "You must take me with you, okay?"
Lin Fan looked down at Old Man Zhang, cracked his lips, and said with a smile: "Okay, no problem."
Old man Zhang drank the soy milk happily and said, "This white wine is so sweet."