A New Character Every Month

Straighten your arms and jump slightly.

The paper stuck to the camera.

Why is Chapter 4 so serious?

After confirming that the camera was covered, Lin Zian came to the window.

He looked out through the iron railings on the window.

Outside the window is a long and tall fence. There is only one gate for entry and exit. Several searchlights are sweeping through from time to time, and the security is heavily guarded, like a prison.

The Montenegro Mental Hospital is located on the outskirts of the city, and outside the walls is a dense forest.

The shortest drive from the city is half an hour. Even if you escape from here, if you don't have suitable transportation, you can easily get caught.

This is why he paid special attention when he heard the conversations of the security guards in the lobby two days ago.

He wasn't going to confront dozens of burly security guards, not to mention that he had seen pistols on some security guards in the past few days.

So running away is the best option right now.

Lin Zian turned to the glass on the window again.

Through the faint moonlight, his face was reflected in the glass, a little blurry and dim.

On the thin face, the pale makeup, and the exaggerated red smile on the mouth, it is faintly terrifying.

If such a face suddenly appeared in a mirror in the middle of the night, Lin Zian would not be able to resist and punch him.

But now, when he saw himself, he nodded in appreciation.

"Tonight is a good day!"

He didn't know when a copper coin appeared in his hand, and when he flipped his fingers, the copper coin quickly rolled around between the five fingers.

"First of all, weapons."

After collecting the copper coins, Lin Zian came to the bed and squatted down, grabbed a steel bar under the bed for fixing, and shook it a few times.

A soft sound.

He took out the steel bars that were half arm length and half finger thick.

Feeling the cold touch of the steel bars in his hands, Lin Zian smiled with satisfaction.

Although the clown is an ordinary person, he has a wealth of killing experience. Although he can't do it to the point where fallen leaves and flying flowers can kill people in martial arts novels, small tools like steel bars are good tools for killing people.

Taking the steel bars, Lin Zian walked to the door lightly, then quietly put his ear to the door.

Although there were noises from some mentally ill patients in the hospital from time to time, Lin Zian still caught a slight footstep.

After two days of observation, only the security guard was still patrolling the corridor at this time.

The footsteps were getting louder and louder, from far to near, and soon there was only one door away from him.

tread!tread!tread!

The footsteps went away again.

Lin Zian quietly opened the door and looked out.

In the corridor, the incandescent lights make the things in it clear at a glance, and several surveillance cameras are working 24 hours a day.

Going out secretly doesn't work at all, even if you escape the security, you will be caught by the camera.

Lin Zian didn't dare to gamble with his life whether the people in the monitoring room were lazy.

Although he covered the cameras in the room, it didn't mean that he could use the same technique to deal with the cameras outside.

And this hospital has at least hundreds of cameras, and occasionally a black screen will not attract much attention.

Lin Zian pulled the door lightly, swaggeringly opened it inward, and then he leaned tightly against the wall beside the door and breathed low.

In the corridor, footsteps sounded again.

"A bunch of mentally ill, it's enough to lock the door, so I have to come up to patrol."

A bald security guard with a ferocious face holding a baton was walking down the corridor cursing.

Suddenly, he took a step and looked to the side.

"Why isn't the door closed?"

He came to the ward in confusion. The room was a little dark, but the light in the corridor could vaguely see the bed, and the quilt was slightly raised.

"Ok?"

The bald security guard looked at the raised quilt and wondered, "Why does it look like a pillow?"

He frowned, clenched the baton in his hand, and stepped into the ward.

Although the people who paid to send these patients to mental hospitals didn't care how they were treated.

But there is one thing that must not be broken.

That is the patients who are sent in, and they must not be allowed to escape.

The bald security guard came to the hospital bed lightly, holding the baton in his left hand and a corner of the quilt in his right hand.

With a whimper, he threw off the quilt.

Sure enough, what was wrapped in it was not a person, but a pillow.

"Damn, I will definitely be deducted from my salary this time!"

The bald security guard scolded secretly, and stretched his right hand to the walkie-talkie at his waist, ready to remind his colleagues to arrest the escaped patient as soon as possible.

He is not worried about the patient escaping the building. Although there are not many security guards patrolling at night, many of his colleagues stand guard at several exits.

Therefore, even if a patient escapes from the ward, it is absolutely impossible to escape from the building.

"If I don't make you crippled later, I'll take your surname..."

He cursed again.

At this moment, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Looking at the lights in the house through the corridor, he found that in addition to his own shadow, there was a shadow that overlapped slightly with him.

Is that the patient?

This consciousness just flashed in his mind, and a sharp pain came from his neck.

An icy object instantly ran through his neck, through his blood vessels and trachea.

"Ah...ah..."

He struggled to the ground, trying to call out, but because his trachea was pierced, he could only make a few low-pitched roars.

He turned his head with difficulty and looked at the man who attacked him.

Thin body, dull hair, and a face like a clown in a horror movie.

Why does it seem like a lunatic who was beaten by me two days ago?

In the dark, deep regret and fear rose in his heart.

Lin Zian turned around and closed the door gently.

"I didn't expect to be an old acquaintance."

Lin Zian walked to the bald security guard and squatted down, smiled and patted the other person's face lightly: "Why so serious?"

"Put a smile on your face!"

Seeing the pleading in the bald-headed eyes, Lin Zian stretched out two hands, propped up the corners of each other's mouth with his index fingers, and raised a smile, saying, "Trust me, you won't be lonely."

The bald body shook violently, and his mood changed rapidly, looking at Lin Zian with hatred in his eyes.

Lin Zian smiled, let go of his fingers, and began to scratch the other party's uniform.

The attack just now was fast and accurate, and the steel bar was easily inserted into the bald head's neck.

As long as the rebar is not pulled out, the blood will not splatter.

So this security uniform is still clean and has no blood stains.

Soon the clothes were stripped off.

"It's a little small, but it can fit in."

Lin Zian put on his uniform and turned to look at the bald head on the ground, only to find that the other party was motionless, and he didn't know when he died.

Shrugging his shoulders, he finally put on his hat again, picked up his baton, swaggered out of the room, and closed the door with his backhand.

There was no one in the hallway.

He tightened his hat, then walked forward with his head lowered slightly.

There are two ways to go downstairs, elevator and stairs.

Without hesitation, Lin Zian walked through the elevator and walked towards the stairwell at the end.

On the way, there were sounds of laughter or crying from the rooms on both sides from time to time. Those were people who had been taking medicine for a long time, causing great mental problems.

If he hadn't come to this world, the original owner might one day do the same.

Chapter 5 Fatal Exchange

"you are leaving?"

When Lin Zian was walking through a ward, a cold female voice suddenly came from beside him.

"What a coincidence, together?"

A smile appeared on Lin Zian's calm face, and he turned his head to look slightly excited.