Hospital, half past eleven at night.

Old Liu Gang, the doctor on duty tonight, refilled a cup of strong tea for himself, when the door was kicked open with a bang.

"What are you doing?" Lao Liu shouted angrily.

"Two swords, hold him down."

"Where to press?"

"On the table."

Er Dao strode up to Old Liu and pressed his head onto the table with a thud. Half of his face was burning with pain.

Brother Pao pushed Chen Shuo and Wang Huiling into the ward slowly: "Chen Shuo confessed that you charged him 50,000 yuan and conspired to lock his eldest nephew in a mental hospital?"

Old Liu roared angrily: "Come, come! Someone is making trouble!"

There were hurried footsteps in the corridor, but Brother Pao didn't panic at all. He just took off his Tang suit and slowly rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing the tattoos and muscles on his arms.

When a primitive beast takes off its disguise when facing its prey, everyone it targets must cherish their lives.

When two male nurses appeared at the door, Brother Pao leaned slightly to the right to avoid the punch. The next second, he struck a male nurse with a thunderous uppercut on the chin, beating the other man to a stiff state.

Before the other male nurse could react, Brother Pao flashed in front of him like a leopard and hooked him on the jaw again!

"Too weak."

It wasn't until he finished speaking that he heard two plops, and the two male nurses fell to the ground like two wooden sticks and fell unconscious.

Brother Pao turned around and looked at Lao Liu who was pressed on the table: "Is there anyone else?"

"No...no more."

"Can you speak properly?"

"Yes! Yes!"

"Okay, three people squat in a row," Brother Pao pulled up a chair and sat down, crossing his legs and asking, "Is Chen Ji mentally ill?"

"No, no," Lao Liu said, "He just has some abnormality in his brain circuit and has a slight tendency to violence and depression. He is not really ill."

Brother Pao lit a cigarette: "It's strange, since he predicted your operation in advance, why did you get him in in the end?"

"He wants to use you to take revenge on us!"

Brother Pao shook his head: "No, if he can find me specifically for a loan, he must know what I do, so why can't he just give me the money to buy your legs? Why put yourself in a mental hospital!"

Chen Shuo: "..."

Brother Pao suddenly asked: "Did you kill his parents?"

Chen Shuo was about to cry but had no tears: "His parents died in a car accident. The driver who caused the accident has been found. It has nothing to do with us."

Brother Pao signaled Chen Shuo to reach out, and then flicked the cigarette ashes into the other's hand: "A seventeen-year-old child's parents have just left for half a year, and you uncles and aunts are plotting against others' houses. It's really nothing. And you, a doctor, you

This old man has done this kind of thing before, right?"

Old Liu hurriedly said: "I have never harmed anyone before, but the patients I dealt with all committed crimes and did not want to go to jail. They took the initiative to come to me to issue a diagnosis certificate."

"Oh?" Brother Pao said thoughtfully, "What have those people committed?"

"The latest one is a Taoist man named Wang Long, who is in the earthmoving business. He killed a couple with his car six months ago..." When Old Liu said this, he suddenly looked up at Brother Pao in horror.

With a sneer, Brother Pao pressed the cigarette butt into Chen Shuo's hand, and the screams echoed through the corridor.

Brother Pao put on a black Tang suit, grabbed Lao Liu's sparse hair and walked out: "I know why he had to go to a mental hospital. You really lack the virtue to harm such children. Give them a long sentence with two swords."

Remember, I will take this doctor to the sixth floor. I know Wang Long, he is not that easy to deal with."

Chen Shuo was shaking like a sieve: "This is a hospital, and there is surveillance. You can't commit murder here!"

Er Dao scratched the scar on his bald head: "Brother Pao, execute it immediately?"

"Execute repeatedly."

…

…

Snoring could be heard in the ward, and Chen Ji lay on the bed with his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling quietly.

He found that there was a lot of sleep talking in the mental hospital and it was particularly difficult to understand.

In a daze, he seemed to have returned to his childhood, and heard the clanking sound of the green train starting again.

When he was young, Chen Wei was frail and sickly. He would always hear cries of murder in his dreams, so his father could only take him to the capital to seek medical treatment from time to time.

When they had no money, the two of them bought tickets for the green train.

They would sit in the open space between the two carriages. When Chen Yi was sleepy, he would lie in his father's arms and sleep for a while. When he was hungry, his father would take out instant noodles from his backpack and line up to get hot water, and then hold them in his hands for him to eat first.

.

When he woke up, Chen Ji was lying on the car door glass like a hundred thousand whys. He kept asking strange questions, and his father took the trouble to answer them.

Later, when he was 12 years old, he recovered from his illness, and his father also made money from business and bought a villa.

On summer nights, his mother taught him to use a flashlight to look for cicadas that had just emerged from the ground in the yard, soak them in salt water, and fry them before eating them.

During the Chinese New Year, my mother would cut window grilles, paste Spring Festival couplets, and steam beautiful flower buns with her.

On the hospital bed, Chen Ji was lost in thought, gently wiping away his tears with his fingers.

Li Qingniao came to his bedside at some point: "Now, if you sell me something, I can answer you another question."

Chen Ji's eyes were empty but profound: "What do you want to buy?"

"cicada."

"How old is the cicada?"

"The twelve-year-old cicada."

"Not for sale."

At this time, Chen Shuo's cry of pain came from downstairs and echoed throughout the hospital.

No time.

Chen Ji stood up and jumped out of the hospital bed. He took a dagger from the strap inside his thigh, dropped the scabbard and ran straight to a certain part of the ward.

He was a little afraid, afraid of what he was going to do and the consequences after doing it.

But he had no other choice.

Wang Long was drunk and killed a man and a woman in a hit-and-run accident. The victim died due to delayed treatment. The next day, Wang Long surrendered to the police station, but he issued a diagnosis certificate in a mental hospital in advance. The court was supposed to review the diagnosis certificate, but Wang Long

The family gathered more than 60 earthmoving drivers to make trouble in the court, but nothing happened. Wang Long escaped from trial and was admitted to the hospital.

But how can you escape judgment?

Chen Ji quietly came to Wang Long's bedside and stabbed the dagger in with all his strength.

Wang Long suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed Chen Ji's wrist with his strong hands, and sneered: "Do you really think I don't know you?"

During the litigation process, Chen Ji had always asked his lawyer to appear, so he and Wang Long had never met. But Wang Long wanted to reconcile with the family of the deceased, so naturally he found someone to investigate him.

So when Wang Long saw Chen Ji appear here, he knew what Chen Ji had planned.

He said hurriedly: "I can compensate you more money! A lot of money! Your parents are gone, you have to learn to look forward!"

He doesn't want to kill anyone anymore. If he kills again, he will have to stay here for the rest of his life.

Chen Ji silently pressed the tip of the knife downwards, getting closer to Wang Long's chest.

"Looking for death!" Wang Long's strength was much greater than that of the young man after all. He roared and snatched Chen Ji's dagger, and thrust it into Chen Ji's left waist with his backhand, penetrating through his ribs.

Wang Long originally thought that this blow was enough to make Chen Ji lose all fighting power, but what he didn't expect was that when he grabbed the knife, Chen Ji didn't resist at all. Instead, he took advantage of the gap between his hands and pounced on him like a wild beast.

On his carotid artery!

Blood seeped out from between the stained lips and teeth, dyeing the pillow black and purple.

Chen Ji felt the sweetness between his mouth and the touch of blood spraying into his mouth and then flowing out.

The first time he committed murder for revenge, he was so frightened that his heart trembled, but he held on tightly and refused to let go.

Wang Long felt the pain coming from his neck, which made him tremble like an electric current. This was the sense of danger of approaching death.

He pulled out the dagger that had penetrated Chen Ji's chest and abdomen, and stabbed it in again: "Let go!"

"Relax!"

"Let go..."

With an angry roar, the knife stabbed in, but there was no response from Chen Ji. Only his teeth closed tighter and tighter, biting off a piece of meat from Wang Long's neck.

Wang Long's pupils began to dilate. While stirring the dagger in his hand, he murmured: "As for it? As for it..."

But what Wang Long didn't understand was that for Chen Ji, his life had long been left in the past by that car accident, endless and unable to escape.

The black and purple blood spread over the white pillow, just like the traces of life flowing over it.

With a click, the iron door of the ward was opened from the outside. Brother Pao appeared at the door wearing a black Tang suit and holding Lao Liu's hair.
To be continued...