Wang Teng quickly got rid of the thought in his mind. That kind of scene was too beautiful to even think about. He would rather not have the spirit attribute than to see that kind of scene.
His eyes would grow needle holes!
He closed the door and looked for the next mental patient with god-like marksmanship.
As for whether the previous one was still lying on the ground, it was none of his business.
207,208 …
The next one was room 209, but when he passed by room 208, the lights inside were on.
Wang Teng suddenly saw a familiar person.
The flat-faced nurse!!!
Why was she in the ward?
Wang Teng was full of questions. Could it be …
Could it be that she was actually a mental patient who sneaked out during the day and pretended to be a nurse at the front desk??
And he was talking to a mental patient for half a day!
Wang Teng felt bad. The entire mental hospital seemed to be filled with malice and was silently surrounding him.
"Damn it!"
Wang Teng cursed in his heart. He didn't have any desire to investigate this matter. He went straight to room 209 and opened the door.
"Biu, biubiubiu …" In the room, a man was shooting at the air.
"Who are you? Did the class monitor ask you to support me? "He asked excitedly as soon as he saw Wang Teng.
Wang Teng looked at the attribute bubbles on the ground and silently picked them up.
[Spirit * 1]
[Spirit * 0.8]
[Spirit * 1.5]
…
They were all spirit attributes, none of them were marksmanship. It seemed that this was another fake marksmanship.
However, his guess seemed to be right!
Mental patients dropping spirit attributes, the person who came up with this setting must be a genius!
Wang Teng looked at the ceiling speechlessly.
"Hey, why aren't you replying to me, could it be … you're a spy?" Seeing that Wang Teng did not reply, the man was suspicious. He raised his gun and pointed it at Wang Teng, as if he would shoot him if he answered wrong.
That's right, kill him …
This drama queen!
Looking at his expression and the number of spirit attribute drops, he was probably beyond cure.
It was impossible to answer a mental patient who could not be saved. A hand chop would be the end of it.
"Sigh, why is it so difficult to find someone?" Wang Teng closed the door and sighed.
Continue!
Next was the third floor.
From the first floor to the third floor, it was a mess. Many patients did not sleep at all.
Most of the rooms were lit up, and scenes of farce that made people not know whether to laugh or cry were playing out.
"So many attribute bubbles!"
Wang Teng was dazzled and randomly opened a door.
A patient was squatting on the ground, motionless. Many attribute bubbles were scattered around him.
"Take your medicine! It's time to take medicine! "Wang Teng shouted.
"Don't disturb me." A faint voice came out. He was still huddled in the corner without moving.
Wang Teng walked over.
Pick up!
Spirit * 0.5
Spirit * 1
Spirit * 1.2
…
"Why are you always squatting here?" Wang Teng couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.
"I'm a pile of cow dung!" The faint voice sounded again.
O ((⊙ ﹏ ⊙)) o.
"Why are you a pile of cow dung and not pig dung or sheep dung?" Wang Teng asked.
"Only fresh flowers would be planted in cow dung!"
"… You have a point!"
Wang Teng finished picking up the attributes and turned to leave. He had nothing in common with a pile of cow dung. Goodbye, no, never see you again!
Next, he went through the rooms one by one.
He finally saw what it meant to be a mental patient with many tricks up his sleeves!
For example, the person in front of him.
"Do you know who I am?"
"Who are you?
"I'm the god of creation. God said there must be light, so there is light in this world. God said there must be air between the waters …"
"Did God say it's time to take your medicine?"
"…"
This was a failure who wrote web novels. He wanted to become a god. In order to enhance the reading experience of the readers, he did not hesitate to use a fraudulent method of writing!
Then, there was no more then!
Now, he was a god in this mental hospital, not a god. Earning a million a year and winning the hearts of Ms. Perfect had nothing to do with him.
Next one!
The fetishist was hugging a pillow with a beautiful girl on it. He kept rubbing, licking, and chatting with the beautiful girl on the pillow.
Sakura Island must owe you a beautiful girl.
Amen, may the sun bless you!
Next one.
…
He had learned something new!
Wang Teng sighed and finally arrived outside the room of the last target.
If this was not true, then he must have been fooled by the man with the crew cut during the day.
Although he had accidentally found a place to farm Spirit attribute, he, Wang Teng, had been fooled. This was unbearable!
He opened the door!
A man was sitting by the bed in the room. He had long black hair, and it was a high-quality instant noodle hairstyle. He had a beard, and his eyes were melancholic.
Handsome!
This was an extremely handsome and charming man!
Compared to the previous mental patients, this man looked too normal. He was so normal that he did not look like a mental patient.
However, Wang Teng could not help but raise his guard.
For mental patients, the more normal they looked, the more dangerous they were … right?
"Hello!" Wang Teng asked cautiously.
"Hello!" The man looked up. His voice was hoarse, but it sounded surprisingly gentle.
He sized up Wang Teng and said, "You are not a staff member here."
"I'm here to …"
He seemed to know what Wang Teng was going to say. Before Wang Teng could finish, he stopped him. "I know, but don't say it. Otherwise, I will go berserk. I won't be able to control myself."
"Don't say what? Big brother, can you give me a hint? Otherwise, how am I supposed to guess? "Wang Teng was a little confused.
He did not say it in the end, but he was sure that this man was the person he was looking for.
The thing that he could not say … If it was not the gun, then it was about his beloved.
"This is a bit difficult. I can't even say it. How can I do this? This man is no different from a normal person when he's not sick. There's no way to fool him. "
Wang Teng clearly felt that this man was not an ordinary person. At least when he faced him, he felt a sense of danger.
If he treated this man like he treated the previous patients, he would probably die miserably.
"Looks like you came here for nothing today!" The man smiled and asked, "Do you have a cigarette?"
Wang Teng was slightly stunned.
This turn of events almost sprained his waist.
He took out a cigarette, handed it to the man, and sighed. "Sigh, I'm a little disappointed, but it's not a wasted trip."
The man lit a cigarette and returned it to Wang Teng.
Wang Teng was depressed and also lit one. The two of them smoked in the ward.
"You're not bad. You're a martial artist at such a young age!" The man suddenly said.
Wang Teng was shocked.
"How can you tell?"
"Feeling, and force!" The man said.
"You're a martial artist too?" Wang Teng asked.
The man smiled and did not say anything. Then, he fell into silence until he finished smoking.
"Unfortunately, there's no alcohol. I haven't drunk in a long time," the man said.
"If you want to drink, I can bring you some next time." Wang Teng got up and prepared to leave.
"Wait!"
Wang Teng turned his head and saw the man throw an item over. He quickly caught it.
"What is it?"
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