Ancient God Library

Chapter 2 Seagull Sanatorium

Just one second.

Romon seems to have come to heaven from hell.

He was sitting on a chair made of steel, and his hands and feet were bound with restraint belts.

In front of him was a dark black desk, facing his direction, there were two serious men.

A man with gray sideburns, wearing a white cloth cap and a white coat, is obviously a doctor.

A square face, muscular, wearing a long black coat, wearing a black cap, should be a police detective.

There is also a hand-cranked phonograph on the table. The base of the phonograph has two exposed large gears and an exaggeratedly large horn, which is extremely abstract.

It appeared to be a confinement room in a hospital.

Generally, hospitals with confinement rooms are usually mental hospitals.

Romon only came up with this information.

"It seems that he is really crazy!"

Just then.

Derek's voice came from behind the wooden partition door next to him.

I saw a woman who was also wearing police detective clothes, but one size smaller, came out.

She looked exactly like Suzuki Airi, with a bright silver revolver pinned to her waist, her blue eyes looked at Romon with unwillingness.

Good guy.

There are people who are good at ventriloquism in Beijing. Since then, the king will not go to court early?
It turned out to be fishing law enforcement.

I have experienced the darkness of the different world too early!
fortunately……

Fortunately, I am really a waste, and it is useless to fish.

"Detective Ju, this old man has been in the business for 50 years, and the number of mental patients he has dealt with is no less than five figures. What kind of strange things have you never seen?
Whether it's fake or not, I can tell at a glance.

If I say he is mentally ill, he must be mentally ill!
This guy seems to be thinking normally, but he is actually talking nonsense, but in this nonsense, he has his own logic and perception, and he is dying. "

The old doctor sighed and shook his head: "For the current plan, only the new electric shock therapy launched by our Seagull Sanatorium can restore this person's first-line clarity."

The square-faced man ignored the doctor's muttering to himself, and stared at Romon: "Do you know who I am?

Answer yes or no.

It is very important to you, Monsieur Romond Charlotte, not to play tricks. "

"How do I know who you are?" Romon replied.

"True! Real!"

The phonograph on the table suddenly burst out like a parrot learning its tongue, and a firework popped out from the speaker.

What the hell.

Luo Meng's eyelids twitched.

Is it really reasonable for such a humorous thing to appear on such a serious occasion!
The three made eye contact for a moment.

After a little silence.

It's a barrage of questions.

Romon couldn't answer most of the questions, and the old-fashioned hand-cranked phonograph would parrot strangely every time he answered the questions, which was really abstract.

to the end.

Seeing that the three of them had no intention of stopping at all.

Romon interrupted them:
"Three, you should have done this kind of boring interrogation countless times. After asking for so long, there should be a result, right?

I've said all I know, and I only have one request.

Before executions in my hometown, prisoners are usually asked to listen to a song. Can I order one?

and also.

You'd better use gentle means to execute me, such as euthanasia or something.

I have been on a high-calorie, heavy oil-salt diet for a long time and never exercised.

Blood lipids, triglycerides, cholesterol, and blood protein are all high, and the blood is very viscous.

At that time, sticking to the ground will make it difficult for the cleaning lady to clean.

I've always disliked causing trouble to others. "

"Don't like to cause trouble for others?"

The girl who looked exactly like Suzuki Airi seemed to have heard some joke, "You really don't remember anything?

If you can cooperate with us and capture all the escaped heretics, we will give you a light sentence.

what do you think "

"I don't think so. Don't think I'll agree with you because you're pretty. I'm not a casual man!" Luo Meng said with a serious face.

"Hypocrisy! Hypocrisy!"

boom!
The gramophone seemed to fart, and no fireworks appeared.

The three of them died down.

The square-faced man stood up from the chair, with a figure over 1.9 meters standing there like an iron tower, making Romon feel that the space here has become smaller.

"According to the law of Wudun... this is our No. 30 interrogation.

Methods including but not limited to spiritual guidance, cognitive confusion, dream disturbance, telepathy, and soul purification have been used.

All interrogation results are expressed.

Mr. Romon Charlotte is a poor bastard who was borrowed by the heretics of the Blood Cup. He is an ordinary person without psychic power, and because of the interference of psychic power, he has a disease of insanity.

If it wasn't for Dr. Hermann's psychiatric treatment to bring him back to consciousness, it may be difficult to return to a normal life in the future.

and so.

I acquit Romond Charlotte.

The verdict is over. "

The square-faced man walked up to Romon: "Mr. Romon Charlotte, I believe you are being manipulated by the mind, and all the interrogation results point to this conclusion.

You now need to receive systematic treatment in the Seagull Sanatorium.

The specific discharge time will be determined by Dr. Herman Carter.

All expenses will be paid in advance by our Investigation Bureau.

In the next time, I hope you can actively cooperate with the treatment, recover and be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible, and return to a normal life.

This is confidentiality.

After signing, you need to keep everything about the interrogation confidential and not to disclose it to others. "

After urging Romon to sign.

Square Face and the female police detective who was disguised as Alan Derek before turned and left.

When she was leaving, the female police detective took a look at Luo Meng, feeling resentful about being abandoned by a scumbag.

"Mr. Romon, let me take you to the ward next.

Your current mental condition is fairly stable and no additional treatment is required.I will observe for a few months, and if your condition does not recur, you can be discharged from the hospital.

Believe in the medical level of our Seagull Sanatorium. "

Wearing a white coat, Herman Carter's voice was full of confidence, and he looked like a kind-hearted grandpa.

just.

When the two passed the hospital ward.

Always from some closed doors, the patient's wailing of pain can be heard.

"Doctor Herman, in these wards..."

"Small scenes and small scenes, don't be surprised. They are all conventional and basic treatment methods. If your condition recurs, you may need to use advanced pain therapy."

Herman Carter gave Romon a top-to-bottom science on the grades of treatment methods.

a time.

Romon doubted whether this was a mental hospital or a torture chamber.

You must pretend to be normal yourself!

There are obviously extraordinary powers in this world, and if it is considered that the spirit has been manipulated again, then the attending physician may directly kill himself!

The Bureau let itself recuperate here.

Not necessarily without further monitoring and observation.

……

Follow Dr. Herman to turn left and turn right, and finally arrive at the destination.

To Romon's surprise.

His ward is not small, and the environment is very tidy.

There are desks, dining tables, and even popcorn romance novels for boredom.

On the wall facing the head of the bed.

A red slogan saying "Active treatment, speedy recovery" was posted.

On the other side of the wall.

There are two lines of smaller slogans: "Seagull Rehabilitation and Sanatorium, the doctors are attentive, the patients are at ease, one-stop service from admission to burial, and a fully transparent process, so that every patient can see a doctor in a healthy way."

(End of this chapter)