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date="2021-01-03"

title="Chapter 182 The Love Story in the Mental Hospital 15 "

weight="115277"

series = ["Undying Patient"]

mode = "manual"

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Su Jinzhi was startled, and asked the first: "Are you sure?"

"It's not just that I'm sure." Number One told him, "You are also very sure about your target."

Sure enough, as soon as the first voice fell, Jiang Lishan took his hand and pulled him behind him, watching Ai Shuai being pushed away by the nurse, and then taking him to the office, handing him some snacks and books, and laughing: "Jin Sit here for a while, okay? I'll take care of some things and come back soon."

Su Jinzhi raised his head and looked at him. What the man said sounded very relaxed, and his tone of voice was no different.

But this is just appearance.

Su Jinzhi let out a "um".

Jiang Lishan touched his head, bowed his head and kissed him on the corner of his lips: "I will let a nurse come here to accompany you. I will take you home after I deal with those things, OK?"

"Okay." Su Jinzhi also smiled at him, "I'm waiting for you, Doctor Jiang."

Jiang Lishan kissed him again, then opened the door and walked out. Before he got far away, he heard Jiang Lishan take out his cell phone and call someone: "Ai Shuai is not a split personality, he was sober when he killed... "

Su Jinzhi Question No. 1: "Did I do a bad thing?"

Road One: "It's hard to tell."

"I don't think so." Su Jinzhi said, "Ai Shuai killed so many people. Isn't it great that he was found to be disguised? He is going to be sent to the electric chair."

"coming……"

"Knock—"

There were two crisp knocks at the door, blurring the voice of No.1, Su Jinzhi did not hear what it said.

Su Jinzhi looked back and saw a white eye. He thought it was the nurse Jiang Lishan said to come in to accompany him, so he turned his head back and asked on the first line: "What did you just say?"

"I said." A lock was heard from the door, Number One paused, and after the room was completely quiet, he continued, "Ai Shuai is here."

The doctor’s office is different from the ward. The door of the ward cannot be locked and cannot be opened from the inside, but the door of the doctor is locked and cannot be opened even with the key.

Su Jinzhi was stunned, the potato chips in his mouth fell.

At the same time, a cool knife was attached to his neck. It was a scalpel, very cold and sharp.

"Hi, my little cute." Ai Shuai buried his head on the side of his neck, took a deep breath, and exclaimed, "You are so fragrant." As he said, Ai Shuai used a knife and inserted it into his shoulder. Swiping with his collarbone, he lifted the flesh of his neck completely.

Su Jinzhi hurriedly suffered a cold first, followed by an unbearable pain, but Ai Shuai had prepared for it. He took a piece of cotton cloth and stuffed it into Su Jinzhi's mouth, making him silent.

"Don't move, Mr. Su, or I'm afraid this knife will hurt your body again." Ai Shuai threatened Su Jinzhi with a smile.

Su Jinzhi couldn't scream, and the feeling of separation of flesh and skin was too painful. After the convulsion caused by the severe pain passed, physiological tears burst out.

"It's really pitiful." Ai Shuai walked around in front of him and gently wiped the tears from his face before Su Jinzhi saw him.

He was wearing a white nurse's uniform. The long-term hunger strike made his cheeks sunken, like a skeleton wrapped in human skin. Su Jinzhi glanced at his breastplate. It was the nurse who just pushed Ai Shuai away.

After wiping away his tears, Ai Shuai gently rolled up his sleeves, lowered his head and took a bite on his arm, almost biting off the piece of meat.

Su Jinzhi's body snapped abruptly, pushed away Ai Shuai's hand and pushed him to the ground, making a fist and punching him in the face. He felt that since Ai Shuai is so thin now, how could he resist? So controlled by Ai Shuai and killed by him.

However, there is always a certain difference between perverts and ordinary people. Before Su Jinzhi’s fist touched Ai Shuai, Ai Shuai kicked him over, rolled over and pressed him to the ground, with the knife against his neck, breathing because of excitement. The rush was so fast that the laughter became a little weird, like a "hoho" breaking wind: "Are you in a relationship with Doctor Jiang recently? Mr. Su."

Su Jinzhi's pupils shrank slightly, and he bit his lower lip without speaking.

"Don't admit it?" Ai Shuai tilted his head, with clear blue eyes, as beautiful as crystals, "Don't deny it, I smell them all."

Ai Shuai bends down and sniffs against his face with his nose: "I smell the sour smell of love on you... Two men, hahahahaha!"

Ai Shuai laughed, Su Jinzhi turned his head and looked at the door. There is also a small window in the door of Jiang Lishan's office, but they are all lying on the ground now, and they can't see anything.

"I didn't expect that two men could be together." Ai Shuai grinned and licked his lips. "Mr. Su, you are very beautiful. Would you like to be the protagonist of my new dream?"

"Be your father..." Su Jinzhi said to Ai Shuai.

Excessive blood loss caused his body temperature to drop rapidly, and the blood-soaked hospital clothes gradually became cold in the air, wrapping people tightly like ice cubes. Su Jinzhi raised his head, his consciousness was already somewhat blurred, and subconsciously muttered: " so cold……"

With this sentence, Su Jinzhi suddenly appeared in front of many pictures, it is difficult for him to tell how he felt at that moment, Su Jinzhi only felt that at that moment he seemed to be back in a dream, his eyes could still see what was in front of him, but his body was no longer Under his control.

He saw the young man holding his arms and crying in his dream. After saying these three words, he suddenly stopped all his movements and looked straight at the wooden door in front of him.

"Little beast!" The wooden door was kicked open by his father. The ferocious adult man breathed quickly, his eyes widened, as if he was about to fall out, and his mouth was swearing and saying something unpleasant. But the aura became a little weak because of the violent breathing, "I haven't told you before? Tell you not to make noodles again—"

The voice stopped abruptly, and the adult man took a big breath, and seemed to have discovered something wrong. Those who do dangerous business like him must learn to watch their words, otherwise they don't even know when they will die.

And now, he can clearly perceive that the young man in the yard has changed himself-that man is not his son.

His breathing was still heavy, and his fingers and feet began to cool and numb with the rising fear. He took a step back, but he stumbled a few times because of the numbness of his hands and feet.

The young man in the courtyard suddenly tilted his head aside when he saw his fearful look, showing a faint smile.

His face is very white, his lips are very pale, and his eyes have a blue-gray color that cannot be removed. There is still a pool of blood on the snow next to him, dripping from his arm.

When the adult man saw this, his chest rose and fell more severely. It was clear that the air was being sucked into his lungs, but he felt unable to breathe. His chest was suffocated like a boulder. When he spoke again, his voice became weaker. Now, with some panting: "Smelly, kid... what do you look at?"

When the youth heard his words, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared. He stared at the man, bent slightly and picked up the axe he used to chop wood from the ground, and strode towards the man.

"You...you!" The man's eyes widened, the door was too late to close, and he kept moving back. He wanted to turn around and leave the house, but the suffocation in his chest and the numbness rapidly spreading from his limbs made him His actions became extremely slow, and after he tripped on the coffee table on his heel, he even sat on the sofa and couldn't move.

His whole body is already insensible, unnaturally convulsing slightly, and the numbness of ten thousand ant-like gnawing is all over his body. He moved his lips and couldn't say a word. I can open my eyes to watch the young man walking towards him with an axe.

The young man looked at him as if looking at a piece of lifeless wood. The man looked at his eyes, with fear covering him like a cage. His head could not turn, but he could watch the young man walk behind him from the outside light. He raised his hand and pressed him forward, exposing the fragile neck bone to the youth's sight.

"Uh... Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Floor.

He wanted to turn his head to see what the young man looked like, but he still couldn't do so.

Then, he felt a cold neck, and the back of his head was hit hard by something. His vision suddenly widened. In the red blood sprayed all over the sky, he finally saw the young man’s face as he wished. He himself had no headless body-the young man chopped off his head like chopping wood.

And the young man who had his father's head chopped off, after watching the annoying man unable to say anything, wiped the blood splashed on his face, carefully avoided the blood on the floor and walked to sit outside the house, with He wiped the blood from the axe with his sleeves, threw it back to its original position, and sat on the stake, staring at the blood dripping from him on the snow without saying a word.

It wasn't until dusk that he moved a little.

The backyard was a bit dark at this time, because all the sunset glow was blocked by the hut, the young man stood up from the wooden pile, raised his arm to embrace himself, and muttered softly: "It's so cold..."

so cold.

These three words appeared repeatedly in Su Jinzhi's dreams, and the frequency was similar to that of a headless corpse, a human head and a blood-red room, but he was always ignored because it was too ordinary.

However, the three seemingly ordinary characters are the switching points of the original host and guest.

The memory of subject personality and object personality are not connected. Su Jinzhi finally understands at this moment why he will not continue to have that dream, because the remaining memories are all of the object personality.

And at the end of the dream, he was connected to the original dream again-he saw the appearance of the subject's personality, looked at the wooden house in doubt, opened the wooden door and walked in. Afterwards, he kicked a person on the head. There was a headless corpse sitting on the sofa, and the head in his hand was the head of his father who looked a little like him.

The head stared at him with eyes open.