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#1129 neurotic girl vs spiritual mentor (5)

Her body was all cut neatly and put together, with straight lines, wide eyes, and peaceful expression...

Three words are thought of for no reason—

artwork.

The most perfect artwork is the artwork of killing, bloodthirsty, madness, fear, thriller, and composition.

The blood on the little nurse's face gradually faded away, her body was shaking so hard that she didn't want to look like she was awakened.

The nurse who was crazy about the disease yesterday, Cai Ruman, walked over impatiently in high heels, and said boredly as she walked: "So what's wrong? What's the fuss? Can you..."

The words she said were stuck in her throat. She widened her eyes and looked at the scene on the bed No. 19, then took a step back, her body pressed against the wall, and her legs slowly slid down with weak legs.

Ranbai sat there quietly, looking at everyone's horrified eyes, and his lips were filled with a faint smile.

How heart-warming is the expression of fear, fear, despair, and the compilation.

Cai Ruman turned his eyes stiffly, looking at the unscathed Yanbai, and felt suddenly lost in his heart.

This matter was still suppressed. The next few people who came in dealt with the corpse expressionlessly, without any shock and fear.

Ranbai saw a numbness, indifference, and habits in their expressions.

The exquisite and beautiful girl lowered her eyes, and a trace of interest flashed through her eyes.

This mental hospital is really interesting.

Logically speaking, such things will definitely be exciting, but now, they are being suppressed.

The other two patients in the ward were clamoring to change rooms. After all, they really couldn't stay with a room where the corpse used to be lying on. It was terrible!

Such a request was ruthlessly rejected by the hospital.

Ranbai took out his diary again, turned the carbon pen around his hand, and the tip of the pen fell.

2023.4.16

It's the 64th day. When will such a day end? It's simply torture. One person died. It's strange! She was dismembered. Who killed her? Will the next person who died be me? Someone asked to change the ward, but was rejected. Why? Who will save me? I am really not sick!

The handwriting is anxious, and there is a hint of despair.

After the incident,

Cai Ruman frowned, looking at the girl who didn't cry or shout, noisy or make noise, and was quiet like a doll. Her instinctive feeling was something wrong in her heart.

Shouldn't this Shen Bai go crazy as usual, right?

He was puzzled in his heart, and Cai Ruman walked over with a kind look on his face, holding a medicine bottle in his hand, "It's time to take medicine."

Ranbai blinked and stared at the medicine bottle in Cai Ruman's hand with black eyes.

Who knows what medicine is?

It is natural that it is fine if you take normal stable psychotropic drugs to people with mental illnesses. If you take them to ordinary people...

Moreover, it may not be a normal pill.

Cai Ruman brought out two white round pills from the medicine bottle, held a water cup in one hand, and handed it to Sanbai.

The dyed whiteness was slightly enough and curled her lips. She took the pills very well, looked very well-behaved and quiet, and the medication process was very smooth.

But in this way, Cai Ruman's doubts became heavier and heavier. In the past, Shen Bai would throw his cup and refuse to take medicine and force it in for a long time. What happened today!

Perhaps the scene I saw this morning was too strange, which made Cai Ruman feel angry. Now, facing Ran Bai's abnormal behavior, he was full of random thoughts.
Chapter completed!
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