Chapter 291 – Mentally Ill People

　　Boss, do you think it s him …… Scarface asked sinisterly.

　　Is an ass! Boss Han glared at him, Is your brain all long up your ass? A new teenager in the morning can do away with One Eye silently under my nose? And how could he know our killing methods and where to hide his tools?

　　Scarface’s head immediately lowered.

　　The one who did it, it must be a guy who has been in the fasting house for years, and has a deep heart and is ruthless …… Maybe, he is among our group. Boss Han said firmly.

　　Scarface froze, Boss, are you saying …… that there is a mole between us? Is he the one who killed One Eye?

　　Boss Han s eyes swept over those familiar figures in the cafeteria one by one, and after a moment, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, No matter who it is, if you dare to go against me, there is only one way to die.

　　At the same time, the other side of the cafeteria.

　　An Qingyu reached out and took the plate from the window where the food was being served, politely said thank you, and then turned around and walked towards the corner of the cafeteria.

　　While walking, his afterglow took in the entire structure of the cafeteria until he reached the table at the very edge and slowly sat down.

　　He looked down at the half piece of fish on his plate and sighed somewhat helplessly.

　　I hate eating fish ……

　　Open air activity field.

　　Lin Qiye dropped the heavy weight on his back and sat down on the ground somewhat staggered, panting heavily.

　　Today, his training mission was considered to be successfully completed, and under the high intensity training, he only felt that every muscle on his body was sore and aching, and his entire body felt like it was deflated.

　　This was the method that the instructors had taught them in the intensive training camp, although it was painful, the effect was also very obvious, as long as they continued to persevere, it wasn’t difficult for their body to return to its optimal state.

　　Lin Qiye looked up at the large clock hanging at the top of the prison, it was close to the agreed upon time to return to the sickbay, he stood up from the ground with great difficulty and walked in the direction of the sickbay with heavy steps.

　　About half a minute after he left, An Qingyu’s figure slowly walked out from the cafeteria.

　　His eyes swept through the empty activity field, shook his head with some regret, and turned toward his cell, muttering:

　　Where the hell is he ……

　　Lin Qiye had just walked up to that transparent door when he saw a figure wearing the same type of hospital gown squatting in the corner, looking intently at something with his head down.

　　He was none other than the other patient that Lin Qiye had rubbed shoulders with yesterday, Old Dog Wu.

　　After hesitating for a moment, Lin Qiye took a step to his side and similarly squatted down, scrutinizing the ground, which was so clean that there wasn’t even an ant.

　　What are you looking at? Lin Qiye couldn’t help but ask.

　　Shhh! Wu Lao Dog topped his messy hair and seriously made a silent gesture to Lin Qiye, lower your voice, don’t wake him up!

　　Lin Qiye lowered his voice and spoke: wake up who?

　　Little Flower.

　　Lin Qiye froze, lowered his head and carefully surveyed the empty ground for a few moments, his brows slightly wrinkled, he wanted to say but there are no flowers here at all, but still closed his mouth.

　　At least he is also the attending physician of three mental patients, for how to communicate with mental illness this matter, he still knows something.

　　After a long time, Wu Old Dog saw Lin Qiye also staring motionlessly at the ground in front of him and couldn’t help but ask in a low voice: What are you looking at?

　　I’m also looking at the little flower. Lin Qiye didn’t raise his head and concentrated.

　　But the little flower child is already dead. The corners of Lin Qiye’s mouth twitched slightly as he raised his head, When did Little Flower Child die, why didn’t I see it?

　　Just now ah! Old Dog Wu had an expression like didn’t you see it.

　　Then what are you looking at now?

　　I’m looking at Little Potato Child.

　　Lin Qiye: ……

　　Lin Qiye gave up on the idea of communicating with Old Dog Wu and stood up, at the same time, the transparent door was slowly opened and that caretaker stood behind the door and waved at Lin Qiye.

　　Lin Qiye took a step and walked in, the other caretaker poked his head out from behind the door and shouted at Old Dog Wu who was still staring at the ground:

　　Wu Old Dog, go home!

　　Wu Old Dog raised his head and made a silent gesture to the caretaker, Shhh! Xiao Cao’er is still sleeping! You keep your voice down!

　　The corners of that caretaker’s mouth twitched as a helpless expression surfaced on his face, and he directly walked over to Old Dog Wu and set him back up, Old Dog Wu was dragged backwards by the caretaker while still staring closely at the empty lot.

　　Lin Qiye withdrew his gaze and walked towards the depths of the hospital with the caretaker beside him.

　　That Old Dog Wu, what kind of disease does he have? Lin Qiye asked.

　　Psychosis. I know it’s mental illness, what about the specifics?

　　I’m also not sure. The caregiver shook his head, Wu old dog’s disease, are by Dr. Li directly responsible for, in addition to him, no one knows Wu old dog got in the end what is the disease.

　　Well ……

　　Lin Qiye walked back to his metal hut along with the caretaker, closed the door with his backhand, first took a shower in the simple bathroom, and then lay back on the bed, began to digest the results of today’s one-day observation, constantly simulating possible paths to escape from the prison.

　　After pondering hard for a long time and still having no results, Lin Qiye sank his consciousness into the spiritual world.

　　The Asylum of the Gods.

　　Lin Qiye had just walked into the courtyard when a pug spat out chicken words and whimpered as it darted past him.

　　However, this ear-piercing chicken cry could only be reduced to an accompaniment at this moment, as an even more vicious voice hovered in the air ……

　　Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

　　Nothing is as beautiful as spring!

　　The waving grass leaps tall, beautiful and lush!

　　The painted eggs are like low little vaults of heaven.

　　The song of the paintbrush cleanses the ears through the echoing forests ……

　　Only on the roof of the hospital, a handsome blonde figure with a harp in his hand was looking fondly at the beauty of the courtyard and singing aloud!

　　Goo goo goo goo ga!

　　The pug madly fled in all directions, no matter where it hid, that voice would echo in its ears, so he gritted his teeth and straightly crashed into the wall in front of him, slightly trembling on all fours, and directly fainted.

　　The corners of Lin Qiye’s mouth twitched madly.

　　He had just turned his head when he saw Li Yifei and A Zhu, two people with cotton stuffed in their ears, sitting on the side with pale faces and a lifeless expression.

　　Lin Qiye walked over and was about to open his mouth when he suddenly realized something and asked:

　　Where is Hong Yan?

　　Li Yifei reached out and pointed to the roof of the building.

　　Lin Qiye looked up and saw that behind Blakey, who was engrossed in poetry, a red-haired figure suddenly appeared and resolutely kicked Blakey off the roof of the building!