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Sharp edge.

It is a special team responsible for special cases.

Recently, they happened to be operating in the area of ​​the mental hospital where Zhang Feiling was located.

Shen Muhuai hasn't come back yet. After all, the county director is gone. He needs to go back and report on his work!

Besides, it's too far over there, and it's not easy to get there without the teleportation talisman.

Redcomb planned to wait for him to come back and talk to the other side to transfer their team back. It would not be convenient to kill the enemy and make meritorious deeds by following her all day long.

It would be such a waste of talent to take care of children.

Sharp edge... just right.

……

When the nurses arrived, Zhang Feiling had been beaten to the point of being beaten by the middle-aged man.

Zhang Feiling was rescued from the man's clutches.

The middle-aged man's face was filled with resentment: "He hid his cell phone from me!"

The nurses were shocked when they heard this.

Hidden among the crowd, there were several nurses with twinkling eyes, obviously showing a guilty conscience.

That's right!

They are the lucky ones who have watched Zhang Feiling's live broadcast on Redcomb Connection.

Originally, they wanted to talk to the hospital, but they were just fishing.

Forget about fishing in normal times, but if I dance in front of everyone again, I don’t need to do this job anymore.

Therefore, after weighing it in their minds, they unanimously chose to shut up.

There are so many wrong things to say, so they choose not to say anything.

After taking away Zhang Feiling's mobile phone, they sent the two of them to a small room according to the rules.

"You two, reflect on this honestly."

This is a small dark room for mentally ill patients to keep them honest.

Zhang Feiling heard it from a nurse.

Little dark room...

It's scary to hear.

Zhang Feiling refused.

"No, it was obviously him who beat me, why do you want to lock me up too?"

"I don't want to stay here. You are restricting my personal freedom for no reason. I want to call the police!"

Zhang Feiling stamped his feet in anger.

But... no one paid attention to him.

Except for the clicking sound coming from behind.

Needless to say, there must be that big idiot behind him.

Zhang Feiling became very angry when he thought that he came in because of him.

He turned around, ready to scold the idiot, but he saw the man holding a steamed bun in his hand and stuffing it into his mouth.

Zhang Feiling moved his nose, it smelled so good.

His eyes lit up: "What's the filling of the bun in your hand? Isn't it secretly hidden?"

The man snorted coldly, curled his lips, and finally said it.

"Na."

The man pointed to the black table to one side.

It was at this time that Zhang Feiling noticed that all the furnishings here were black.

Under the dim light, there was a large table in the corner against the wall. In the middle of the table, a variety of food was displayed.

There are small crystal buns, big buns bigger than your face, and dumplings of various shapes...

Zhang Feiling's first reaction was to go up to the hour...

As a result, he suddenly thought of something and stopped.

Wouldn't it be poisonous?

Is it so easy to put a bunch of food in a small dark room?

Zhang Feiling looked around cautiously. After the middle-aged man ate a basket of steamed buns, Zhang Feiling still made no move.

Who knows what is in these foods, just in case...

"You hungry?"

The middle-aged man looked at him doubtfully, then took another big bite of the bun.

Mmm~ It smells so good!

Seeing how much he had eaten, Zhang Feiling thought about how this guy often came in with fights before, so he couldn't help but ask, "Is this okay?"

The middle-aged man shook his head.

"We had a fight, but they didn't punish us and gave us food. What's the point?"

Zhang Feiling didn't understand, why was this different from what was shown on TV?

The middle-aged man did not speak, but quickly stuffed the bun in his hand into his mouth, and then turned away.

Just as he turned around, the door opened again.

A doctor in a white coat came in. Zhang Feiling's heart skipped a beat. Thinking of the scene on TV, Sayazi was about to run away, but was pulled back by the doctor's hand.

"You little turtle, I haven't been to work for a long time, and now I have to make you come back."

The doctor pushed Zhang Feiling on the chair and said, "Sit down!"

electric chair?

Certain images appeared in Zhang Feiling's mind. He wanted to get up as soon as his butt touched the stool, but was pushed down by the doctor with quick eyes and hands.

In an instant, a "click" sound was heard.

Zhang Feiling seemed to have guessed something and looked down.

Sure enough, his waist was tied.

It looks like it's made of iron.

Zhang Feiling looked up with an ugly expression.

But the doctor didn't look at him. Instead, he looked at the middle-aged man cowering in the corner, with a smile on his lips.

"Hey, here again?"

The middle-aged man raised his head and looked at the doctor with a smile.

The doctor rolled his eyes, "If I had known you were here, I would have tied you up first."

"But it's okay. Just wait for a while. You can't run away anyway."

After saying this, the doctor looked at Zhang Feiling.

Meeting his horrified gaze, the doctor smiled slightly.

"are you hungry?"

Zhang Feiling: "Huh?"

Zhang Feiling: '(°ー°〃)

Half an hour later, the two of them huddled in the corner and ate steamed buns together.

"No wonder...well...no wonder you want to...come in...on purpose, right?"

There was a light called happiness in Zhang Feiling's eyes.

God knows how happy he was eating.

The doctor just now didn't do anything at all, no electric shock, nothing at all. Instead, he kept asking for help.

"You're living a good life in this little dark room. Remember to look for me next time you come in."

"But as promised, it will be my turn to hit you next time."

The middle-aged man only focused on eating and didn't say a word.

But Zhang Feiling didn't care.

Although there are meals in the mental hospital, the quality of the meals is average.

It's so good here, the food is great.

He was very happy.

Just as he was eating happily, the middle-aged man suddenly stood up.

Zhang Feiling looked confused.

The man took out a stick from nowhere, and then hit the doctor on the neck.

The doctor's body paused in the air for a moment, and then fell heavily.

Zhang Feiling was dumbfounded.

The bun in his hand suddenly fell.

He looked at the middle-aged man with deep shock in his eyes.

He looked at the doctor and then at the man, but still couldn't digest the news.

This middle-aged man actually beat up the doctor?

"What are you doing? Are you crazy?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Feiling remembered that this guy seemed to be a lunatic.

However, he knew that he could eat good food if he fought, so how could he...

Zhang Feiling looked at the expressionless man. Under the dim light, his face looked particularly gloomy, making Zhang Feiling tremble a little.

"I'm not crazy," the middle-aged man said in a calm voice, no longer in his previous crazy state. "If not, how can we leave safely?"

leave?

Zhang Feiling's eyes lit up.

"You mean...you have a way?"