It's time, it's time to become an evil god

Bai Ge raised his head suspiciously, looked at Professor Yang in front of him, and asked tentatively, "That's it?"

Professor Yang's stereotyped face of the ancient well couldn't help but feel a wave of waves, his chest began to heave, and he felt like he was meeting his opponent. If he said with emotion, "Young man, your courage reminds me of my ignorance and ignorance when I was young." I went to the bathhouse to take a bath, and asked the bath master very enthusiastically if I had eaten, but the bath master told me seriously that I was very courageous, and I had killed several people like me before. As a result, I was almost sent to the provincial government that day Skin grafting at a skin hospital."

But Bai Ge obviously ignored Professor Yang's emotion, and continued to mock, "Professor Yang, can you increase the battery a little bit, at this level, you dare to claim to be the strongest torturer in the mental hospital? My dog ​​is closed." It’s better than you to press the eyes casually. Why don’t you waste the power consumption in the mental hospital and change careers to become a mine boss.”

"In that case, then I will show my housekeeping skills."

Professor Yang's self-esteem was hit with sullen eyes, and his hands began to tremble. Others can question his character and character, but they can't question his professionalism!

Electrotherapy punishment, he is definitely number one in the industry!

He gritted his teeth and said, "I hope you won't regret what you said now, young man."

"Professor, professor, wait a minute!"

Bai Ge hurriedly made a pause. Professor Yang's hand that was planning to increase his strength stopped. He thought that Bai Ge's conscience suddenly realized that the hand that had touched the power adjustment button retracted, and asked with a straight face. Said, "Know it's wrong?"

"No, no, before you show your housekeeping skills, I suddenly have a question I want to ask you."

Bai Ge shook his head and asked seriously, "There are 14 billion people in the country. I think Professor Yang is quite old. Do you have a population?"

The atmosphere in the whole small black room froze in an instant, and several other people hurriedly closed their eyes and pretended that they had passed out and didn't hear anything. Maybe this guy even picked out the urn on the way to the mental hospital.

"good very good."

Professor Yang was so angry that he laughed back, but the way he laughed looked more frightening than crying. The wrinkles on his face were squeezed together, like a piece of dried and cracked old bark.

"You brought it on yourself!"

After speaking, Professor Yang directly pulled the switch.

……

The director of the Xu City Mental Hospital sat in his office and flipped through the documents at hand. Recently, the number of mental patients accommodated in the Xu City Mental Hospital has increased sharply. In just two weeks, there have been nearly a dozen dangerous mental patients. Including the murderer silversmith in the case of serial head beheading, the mystery of the maniacal puzzle with broken corpses, the penguin leader of the secret cult group, and some patients who were transferred from other mental hospitals because of lack of accommodation conditions, they had to restart the severe mental hospital that had been abandoned for many years. They are temporarily contained.

What made the dean even more concerned was that the newcomer, whose identity was unknown, seemed to be a virtual character that appeared out of thin air in this world. He couldn't find the other party's information at all, so he could only temporarily call him Patient No. [-].

sizzle.

Suddenly the lights above his head flickered on and off, and the dean raised his head with a look of surprise on his expression.

Last time, Professor Yang, who was in a bad mood, went too far and almost turned a group of mental patients into vegetative people lying on the hospital beds. It was the hospital's efforts to suppress the situation that did not cause social impact.Thinking of this, the dean immediately changed his expression, stood up and walked quickly towards the small black room.

Even though the small black room of the electrotherapy room at the end of the corridor was separated by a door, the dean could emit bursts of dazzling light from the crack of the door, and those who didn't know it still thought that the other party was imitating Voldemort and performing Avada Kedavra inside.

Bang bang bang.

The dean knocked on the door frantically, urging and cursing, "Professor Yang, Professor Yang, open the door quickly!"

After three or four reminders, the commotion inside stopped.

Professor Yang opened the door impatiently, and the nervous dean glanced inside, he was relieved after confirming that no one was dead, and said reproachfully, "Professor Yang, please understand your responsibilities, I am here to let you treat patients, right?" Come to make you kill!"

"I……"

The dean was surprised to find that there was a rare look of loss and resentment on Professor Yang's face. He has been in this industry for many years, and Professor Yang, who has long been enjoying the pleasure of morbid torture in his life, is actually depressed?

At that moment, the dean's heart skipped a beat. As the golden signboard of Xushi Mental Hospital, Professor Yang must not make any mistakes!

There were bursts of mocking and mocking voices in the small black room.

"Professor Yang, why did you stop? Aren't you going to make me feel the ultimate pain? At this level? Seriously, I think you may not be suitable for this job. You are not young now, so I have thought about it." Would you like to change careers to deliver food and save some coffin books for yourself? I have a friend who runs a coffin shop, and I still have a business card here, so you can give me a [-]% discount on the urn if you give me my name."

"...Dean."

Professor Yang suddenly raised his head, with a hint of hysterical madness in his eyes, gnashing his teeth, and said through gritted teeth, "I suggest that our hospital apply for a high-voltage line to come in. I don't believe in the power of immortality, that idiot."

When the dean heard these words, he was almost scared out of his wits, and quickly stopped Professor Yang's crazy thoughts, "Professor Yang, don't stop, people will die if the high-voltage electricity goes down! In this case, I will arrange for you to rest first, this guy I'm going to put him in a dangerous psychiatric unit."

The dean didn't have time to wait for Professor Yang's consent, and hurriedly called the nurses behind him to send the plague god out quickly.

Bai Ge even yelled, "Professor Yang, really, think about it, and the second box of ashes of the family funeral package is half price!"

As a result, there was a piercing cursing voice behind him, "Sooner or later, I'll electrocute you, you idiot!"

The two nurses who received the instructions from the director did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly pushed Bai Ge towards the monitoring area for dangerous patients, muttering softly as they walked.

"What's the origin of this guy, and he can still deflate the mighty Professor Yang?"

"Shh, keep your voice down, have you forgotten what happened to Dr. Cui before? Just because I was full and had nothing to do to chat with patients, now I have taken off my white coat and put on my hospital gown."

After chatting here, both of them fell into silence, but their eyes never moved away from Bai Ge. This kind of rare thing that is almost rare in a hundred years is simply a stumbling block in the history of human mental illness. When this guy is cured, basically It can be announced that the major intractable diseases in the history of psychiatry have been overcome.

The nurses first swiped the access control card, and then used the key to open a thick and locked door, and then came to the critically ill patient area, where the guardrails of steel bars were welded, and the heavily guarded staff almost made this place impenetrable. prison.

Medical staff must be scanned by metal instruments, and they are not allowed to enter until they are detected not carrying any equipment. Some seemingly ridiculous regulations are full of lessons of blood and tears.It must be firmly remembered on the first day of employment.

With a bang, the door opened.

Bai Ge was pushed into the ward for dangerous mental patients, locked in a completely transparent monitoring ward, and after taking off the other party's straitjacket, the nursing staff were unwilling to stay in this ghost place, and hurriedly evacuated after being detained.

There was the creaking sound of iron doors opening in the hallway, and then the sound of metal clanging shut, and finally all was dead silent again.

Bai Ge began to move around, at first there was only the sound of heavy breathing, and then slowly he heard various sounds, the slight sound of fingernails scraping on the wall came from the next room on the left, and there was a strange murmur on the right Whispering, as if someone was praying.

Three impenetrable concrete walls cut off any hope of escape, and a glass door with an unobstructed view can see the corridor and the opposite prison.

"Hey Hey."

There was a burst of strange and strange laughter from the prison opposite, and a strange and strange man with his face stitched up slowly emerged from the shadows, looking at the newcomer in front of him maliciously.

"Well... I really didn't expect that there would be newcomers coming to this ghost place. Should I say you are lucky, or should I say you are unlucky."

The man squinted his eyes, stared at the young man in front of him as if sizing up prey, and said with a smile, "I forgot to introduce you, the one who lives in the room on your left is a corpse puzzle maniac, and the one on the right keeps talking The leader of the cult is Penguin, and I am the murderer of the serial beheading case, the silversmith."

What is disappointing is that there is no excitement on the face of this newcomer, only indifference that has nothing to do with him.

The silversmith kept tapping the glass window with his fingers, and continued provocatively, "Everyone sitting here is a cold-blooded old murderer who has been carrying their lives for several days. Old man Tu, how about you?"

"I?"

Bai Ge thought for a while, and said seriously, "I'm old Two-dimensional."

Chapter 89 Trash, what do you want!

"Old Two-dimensional?"

Everyone's hearts sank, and some kind of ominous premonition welled up in their hearts, but there was an unfathomable depth on that seemingly harmless smiling face.As if looking at the prey in front of him.

"That's right, because I am too addicted to Two-dimensional, I have been in the Two-dimensional circle for decades, and I am highly respected, and others respect me as an old man."

"..."

"In order to help those cosplayers who like Two-dimensional characters, I also specially bought a rolling machine at home to help them turn into paper figurines, and sold them to dead houses at a high price."

"..."

The silversmith felt that the young man was seriously ill, and asked coldly, "How did you get in?"

"Of course it was a robbery. As a result, someone in the coffee shop secretly called the police and was surrounded by the police."

Bai Ge said lightly, "After confronting the police for up to four hours, I finally broke out of the siege, in order to surrender myself to the police station and strive for a reduced sentence."

"..."

Even the penguin next door, who was chanting an unknown spell, stopped and glanced at the concrete wall with strange eyes.When the other party's wit is just right, they can't tell whether they are telling the truth or a joke.

The atmosphere became heavy.

"Who the hell are you?"

Silversmith felt a little uneasy in his heart. He was just a player hunter who came in to carry out the mission under the guise of an impostor, lurking in the dark and acting recklessly.

He was sure that this was a personal daily dungeon mission, and it was impossible for a second player to intervene, but the young man in front of him gave him a completely different feeling from the crazy mental patients around him.

Beneath this guy's crazy appearance, there seems to be an extremely calm mind hidden.

He himself is a player who studies heresy ways, unlike those humanoid Titan player hunters who use props to temper their bodies to the extreme. He can detect any slight risks in advance.

The sixth sense is telling himself that this guy in front of him is not as harmless as his appearance.

Although I am not good at fighting, but with the excellent life-saving props, the silversmith has been smooth sailing in the previous missions and handled it freely.

But this time, even for the player hunter, he felt a deep sense of uneasiness in his prison cell.

"Who am I?"

Sitting on the bed, Bai Ge muttered to himself, "I'm just an ordinary mental patient."

God is so ordinary mentally ill.

Putting it outside, you are simply a criminal lunatic with a lot of insanity and insanity. I am afraid that it is not the clown and Batman who can stand at the same level as you.

Dangerous, very dangerous.

The silversmith felt like a word of danger popped up in his head.

"Although acting rashly may attract the attention of the Special Incident Management Bureau, if this guy is not dealt with, it may cause hidden dangers to the next operation... Tsk tsk tsk."

The silversmith closed his eyes and sat cross-legged. After thinking for a while, he opened his eyes and took out a bronze hand mirror from the item rack. There were mottled and blackened blood hand marks on the back of the mirror.

[Item: Mirror of Evil Spirit Seal]

[Quality: Ordinary]

[Feature: After chanting the corresponding spell, ordinary evil spirits can be summoned from the mirror]

[P.S.: Sir, the female ghost we summon is here to scare people, please don't have any bold ideas, please? 】

The pointer on the wall turned to the direction of twelve o'clock, and the people detained in the airtight and dangerous mental patient area did not have much feeling for the alternation of day and night.For them, the light is always only the not-so-bright ceiling lamp above their heads.

The silversmith bit his finger with his teeth, used the blood on his fingertips to draw a complex symbol on the smooth surface, and whispered a spell.

The blood symbol stained on the mirror was quickly swallowed up, and the face of the silversmith did not appear in the smooth and flat bronze hand mirror, but a dark shadow appeared, even if there was no face, one could still feel the shadow in the mirror looking at each other look at yourself.

Every time you summon an evil spirit, you need to pay a certain price. The higher the price, the stronger the evil spirit you summon.Moreover, the evil spirit must be given the most accurate description of the target. Last time, the silversmith had ambiguity and deviation because of the sentence "to kill his dog", which caused the evil spirit to kill the husky raised by the target's family.

"Go and kill the guy in cell 401 opposite, who is about 1.7 meters tall, about 20 meters tall, about [-] years old, has a pair of eyes, a pair of ears, a mouth, and a nose that is neither fat nor thin. The reward is one life."

The image of the person in the bronze hand mirror shook like ink, and soon disappeared from the silversmith's eyes.Sitting in the dark, he raised his head for a glance, then closed his eyes again.

The lights in the corridor began to flicker on and off, revealing a strange feeling.Bai Ge walked to the front of the corridor and poked his head.

The other rooms were pitch black, and no one could be seen.Even the prayers of the cultists nearby disappeared, leaving only dead silence.

pat.