The strange beginning talks about the script, I conquer the love-brained villain

Qin Baizhi looked at the room he was about to stay in.

This room is not particularly large, with two beds, simple tables, chairs and other furniture, separated by a wooden screen.

There are a few foxtail grass stuck in the chipped vase in the center of the table.

The bed on the left was dusty and looked like it had not been occupied for a long time. It was obviously prepared for her.

The whole room was filled with the unpleasant smell of blood and mold.

A small window was opened on the east side of the room, and at a glance, there were undulating tombs outside, or a tomb-view room.

Qin Baizhi sat down on the bed, felt it, and felt that there was a board that was uneven and jarring.

So, she got out of bed, pried open the bed board, took out the slat and prepared to put it back again.

At this time, she discovered the twisted words carved on the wooden board.

[Rules for survival in the madhouse]

Her head suddenly exploded.

wipe!

again!

This means that delusion has arrived again!

No wonder that weird white mist appeared before.

In this way, delusion may happen randomly anywhere, not just the Prince's Mansion!

However, once it comes, let's make peace with it.

She calmed down and continued looking down.

[Please do not appear in the corridor in the middle of the night. (Violators will be punished with death)]

[If the foxtail grass wilts, leave the room immediately. (Violators will be punished with death)]

[If you see rotten food, please eat it. 】

【If you see delicious food, please do not eat it. 】

【All appearances are false. 】

Although the first four items are strange, they are very specific and not difficult to understand.

The last one is very vague and abstract, more like a Buddhist motto.

Qin Baizhi kept the rules in mind.

Since the rules didn't say to destroy the wooden boards, and no one would enter such a dangerous room, she put the wooden boards back in place.

After settling everything, she lay on the bed and closed her eyes to relax.

After a while, there was the sound of opening the iron fence at the door.

Qin Baizhi came to the door and saw a courtyard worker in black holding a plate and said to her dryly: "It's time to eat. The small stove Li Shanggong opened specially for you."

The plate contained golden chicken legs and charred pork ribs, which were fragrant.

"It smells so good... I want to eat it..."

"I haven't seen chicken legs in years..."

The patients in the neighbors started to make a commotion and shook the railings one after another.

Qin Baizhi glanced at it lightly and shook his head.

"It's too expensive! I, a mentally ill person, am not worthy of such noble food. Please tell Li Shanggong that I am worthy of eating leftovers."

The hospital worker looked at her in disbelief: "She is really sick..."

He suddenly remembered that Qin Baizhi was indeed ill, and swallowed the second half of his words.

The hospital worker quickly closed the lid of the food box: "Since you don't want to eat it, I will take it back."

After saying that, he turned around and left, leaving the patients on his left and right to worry.

The shaggy-haired woman on the opposite side of the corridor hammered the railing with regret: "It's really a knife to pull the butt, it opened my eyes! Big sister, if you don't want to eat, let me eat!"

Qin Baizhi replied through the railing: "Auntie, do you dare to eat the small stove opened by Li Shanggong?"

The shaggy-headed lady said proudly: "Why don't you dare to eat it? I was sent in because I ate the ears of the bitch from the outside who was raised by my old man."

Well... they are all fierce.

"Next time, I'll give you something good next time."

Qin Baizhi vowed to do so.

The sloppy-headed lady was heartbroken: "I don't want to eat swill! You young people eat so much! You couldn't be sent here because you like to eat swill, right?"

Qin Baizhi smiled: "I saw my dead brother."

The shaggy-headed lady was agitated. She was no longer filled with indignation and muttered silently: "This is really sick."

After a while, the courtyard worker came over carrying a swill bucket.