Welcome to the world of strange dreams

"You can't cast a wide net, you have to be purposeful." Luo Zhao nodded, and then said to Fu Minghui.

"Do you have anyone to suspect?" Fu Minghui stretched out his hand and pointed upstairs.

She lives on the second floor, and the problem is most likely on the fourth floor.

"Obviously, 407." Luo Zhao sat up straight and said bluntly.

Maybe the chair was too small and he was too tall, so his long legs had nowhere to rest and could only stretch out, making Fu Minghui shrink his short legs out of self-esteem.

In fact, she is of normal height and has normal legs.

But without comparison, there is no identification...

"However, you have categorized the voices you heard in the border. There are two people among them who seem to have logical thinking. I didn't find the right person in the courtyard over there." He continued, "This This situation may be a mild mental illness, or it may be a person who has completely lost physical ability but has complete consciousness.”

To put it bluntly, a vegetable.

"402 and 403!" Fu Minghui was extremely surprised.

If their guess is correct, 407, Tong Xin, or his family, or some behind-the-scenes talent his family invited were the initiators.

But if they just use the mentally ill, why don't they let the other two vegetative people go?

Is all this a coincidence or man-made? Or both?

"Later, when everyone is almost asleep, we will go have a look." Luo Zhao said.

In hospitals, even nursing homes, people go to bed relatively early and rarely stay up late.

"How to get there?" Fu Minghui was embarrassed for a moment, "Would you like to fly over the eaves and walk over the wall?"

Then she can't do it. To say that her force value is zero is to praise her, but it is actually a negative number.

Not only is she unable to act secretly, but she may also be held back...

Because the fourth floor is the hospital area for critically ill patients, it is supervised by dedicated personnel, and the elevators are locked so that unrelated people cannot enter and exit freely.

The grandpa visited 402 last time because he and the patient were old colleagues and had lived in the nursing home for a long time, so they were considered acquaintances, so he could go in.

"Read less comics and online articles." Luo Zhao sighed softly.

There was a feeling of helplessness facing the second Yun Ke.

Still flying over the walls? Qinggong hero or Batman or Spider-Man?

Fu Minghui knew that he was ignorant, so he simply snorted. Seeing that Luo Zhao didn't answer her, she couldn't ask any more questions and bit into the cake.

At this time, it was still more than two hours before they decided to take action, which was around eleven o'clock.

Fu Minghui thought Luo Zhao would leave first and come back later. Unexpectedly, he fell asleep sitting on that little chair in silence.

He must be very tired.

But people like him are extremely vigilant and have extremely strong willpower.

Even if you are extremely drunk, you won't be able to tell on the outside, but you can still control your consciousness and continue talking and laughing at the wine table.

Therefore, if you are in an unfamiliar environment, you will probably be able to hold on no matter how sleepy you are, and you will be able to hold on very clearly.

But now he really fell asleep, silently expressing his immense trust in Fu Minghui.

This made Fu Minghui feel very warm and sweet in his heart.

She wanted to move him to the bed, but ended up sleeping on the sofa in the small living room instead. After all, it is a suite in a high-end ward, so there are conditions.

But she knew that he slept very lightly, and she was afraid that any more movement or noise would disturb him and disturb his only good sleep for a few days, so she even slowed down her own breathing, not to mention helping him sleep more comfortably. Take it easy.

But in the end, he stood up quietly, walked over, got close enough, and stared at Luo Zhao's sleeping face.

It’s not that I’ve never seen him before, but when I saw him like this again, I still felt a sense of surprise: “Wow, it turns out he has such a side.”

It's just... amazing.

At this time, Luo Zhao showed a hint of vulnerability, which was very different from his usual calm and rational nature. It also has a soft feeling that makes people sink into it.

Or trace his relaxed brows.

His nose is so high and straight, and you can see that his eyelashes are very thick at this time, seeming to cover the black and blue under his eyes.

The strange feeling of exhaustion on his forehead made her wish she could gently touch it to make him feel more relaxed.

At any rate, she held back in the end and didn't take action.

But he took out his mobile phone, pointed it at his handsome angle, and took a picture.

The slightest movement from the camera made Luo Zhao frown in his sleep and almost woke up. Fu Minghui was so scared that he didn't dare to breathe.

This man is so tight.

She stared at it for a while, and finally decided to go back to bed and lie down, no longer worrying about whether Luo Zhao slept comfortably or not.

I don’t know what kind of hardships he suffered in the past thirty years, but he always feels like he can fall asleep in any state, so he doesn’t have to worry about the form.

She hasn't been sleeping well these past few days, so she just wanted to take a short rest. But I don't know if it was because Luo Zhao was nearby, but she fell asleep quickly.

When he woke up again, he was shaken awake by Luo Zhao.

When she opened her eyes, she saw him squatting beside the bed. She didn't know if it was because of her sleep that she woke up, but she always felt that there was gentleness and affection in his eyes, which melted her heart.

The two people's eyes were entangled silently and unconsciously for a while.

"Get up." Luo Zhao came back to his senses first.

But his voice also became soft because of his low voice. It was only two words, and it had a commanding tone, but it seemed like he was talking about love.

Fu Minghui stretched out his hands out of nowhere.

Luo Zhao was stunned for a moment, then resigned to his fate and pulled her up with his own hands.

"Wait while I change my clothes." Fu Minghui said, lowering his voice involuntarily.

Because even before going out, you can feel that the corridor and even the entire ward are quiet.

In this situation, it seems like she is going out to do bad things secretly.

"Why change clothes?" Luo Zhao wondered.

"For convenience of movement."

"If you don't wear a hospital gown in the hospital, what should you change into?" Luo Zhao was even more puzzled.

Fu Minghui originally thought that what he wears in the real world will appear in the boundary. If you are going to fight and face fierce enemies, of course you have to dress smartly.

I thought I was smart, but I didn't expect that I was stupid.

When you walk around the hospital without wearing a hospital gown, aren't you waiting for people to notice you and then question you?

Silly.

"Change into a pair of lightweight shoes." Luo Zhao lowered his eyes.

This non-staff member is still wearing his pair of socks...

Is it so easy to wear?

Fu Minghui thought this was a good suggestion, so he immediately took off his socks and put on her soft-soled sneakers.

She felt that there was no need to avoid this situation. How could it be so feudal? But her white and tender little feet seemed to be shining in the dim light, dazzling Luo Zhao and making him look away.

Finally they were able to go out, because there was an elevator lock, so they could only climb up the stairs.

This nursing home pays more attention to privacy. The nurse station is not set up in a conspicuous place in the corridor like an ordinary hospital. Instead, it occupies a large suite at the entrance of the stairs together with the doctor's office on duty.

First update.