My boss is crazy

No. 7, that is, Zou Haoran has no room for refusal.

He walked into the public toilet and looked at his pale and haggard face through the gray mirror. A few hairs stuck to his sweaty forehead, and the ends were slightly yellow due to malnutrition.

The loose hospital gown with blue and white stripes has been washed with rough edges due to its age, and it is so spacious that the boy's two protruding collarbones can be seen from the neckline.

All the positions are occupied, there is only one vacancy, but even so, no one is willing to use it.

Because the person peeing next to that position is No. 13—they say he is a pervert, but No. 7 doesn’t know that he is different from others, but that person feels a bit inconsistent, and the feeling of walking and talking is a bit indescribable strangeness.Although he looks white and thin, no one dares to provoke him. Wherever there is him, everyone hides far away, even rushing to eat, for fear that it will be his turn to sit at the table with him.

When No. 7 walked into his ward, his clinical patient No. 6 was already lying on the bed, obediently playing with the IPAD in his hand—of course, it was just a plastic toy.

No. 6 is a four-eyed man, small and fat, with his eyes narrowed into two slits. When No. 7 came, he had already stayed here. His name was Wang Peng.

No. 7 doesn't communicate with Wang Peng very often. It is said that he has severe hallucinations due to playing too many online games. He talks in a godlike manner, which is somewhat incomprehensible. He always says something like "Long live Demacia". .

Zou Haoran leaned on the bed, bent his elbow and stroked the notch on the inside of his arm.

Lu... swear...

This name did not bring him any sense of familiarity, and it should not be someone he knew before coming in.

He knew the special nature of that man's work. When he was very young, he was accompanied by his mother to the boxing ring to watch him finish. But later, he was injured and his business was not doing well. After that, the man's whereabouts became erratic, and he only returned home once in a while, and the various injuries on his mother gradually increased—the man finally revealed his long-suppressed ferocity.

Although Zou Haoran has never heard of his work from men, he can detect some from the illegal drugs and weapons he occasionally brings home. If society is divided into black and white, then that man definitely belongs to the dark corner. .

What kind of character is that person named Lu Shi?

"No. 6, do you know the man in room 305?" Zou Haoran raised his head and asked the clinical fat man.

"know."

"what do you know?"

Wang Peng put down the IPAD, put his hand on the side of his mouth, and said quietly: "The local tyrant, his room has the highest configuration."

"What is a local tyrant?"

"We have money," Wang Peng said in a breathless voice, "I know him, he is the boss of a gangster, a poisonous snake!... A "bang" shot will open a hole in someone's head."

Zou Haoran nodded, lowered his eyelids, hugged the rabbit in his hand, his expression couldn't be seen clearly.

it's dark.

A group of white coats walked in and said to Zou Haoran and Wang Peng who was still playing with the IPAD, "I got the injection."

Wang Peng curled up obediently on the bed like a quail.

"No. 6, if you dare to escape again, I will take you for ECT, do you know!" one of the nurses warned coldly.

ECT is electroconvulsive therapy. The old method is to place electrodes on the two temples and pass a direct current for 0.1-0.3 seconds to stimulate the brain tissue and play a therapeutic role.At the same time, the muscles of the whole body twitched for more than ten seconds, like an epileptic seizure, and the spine would be broken if it was not careful.Now the method has been improved, the injection is given before the electric shock, and after the injection, there is no feeling, the essence is the same, it is all electric shock.

Zou Haoran narrowed his eyes, it seems that many things happened this morning without his knowing.

Zou Haoran didn't resist, and let the cold liquid flow into his body along his veins, with a numb expression.

The psychiatric sanatorium will inject patients with sleeping pills like diazepam and zolam at a fixed time in the evening to achieve a sleeping effect, which may be related to their physique. Zou Haoran has developed a certain resistance to the drugs after staying in the hospital for four years, and he falls asleep at night. The time is short.

When the silence came, a pair of star-like eyes suddenly appeared in the night.

Zou Haoran sat up, lifted a corner of the quilt and got out of bed, slowly opened the door, and stepped out.

Like an agile and light cat, he walked quietly in the corridor alone. This point happened to stagger the nurse who made the rounds, which bought him at least 2 hours.

The hospital at night was just like most of the time, quiet and depressing, the corridor was covered in darkness, and the bleak moonlight shining through the narrow window only covered it with a more terrifying white veil.

Room 305 is on the same floor above Ward 205 where Zou Haoran is.He turned up the stairs unimpeded, leaned over to take a look, and quickly hid in the corner.

At the door of the ward, a bodyguard in black stood upright at the door like a door god. At first glance, it was indeed extremely scary.

Who is that number 36?

Zou Haoran suddenly had a subtle premonition in his heart.

No. 36, gangster, boss, poisonous snake.

Newcomer, Lu oath.

That man, boxing ring, ammunition, dagger, underworld.

Zou Haoran glanced at the duty room in the corner, and tiptoed over.

The door of the duty room opened silently, under the light, the nurse lying on the table was dozing off in a daze.

A shadow flashed past, bringing a gust of wind, the nurse scratched her head, muttered something, and the eyeballs under her eyelids moved.

The shadow stopped behind her.

The nurse raised her head and turned around, continuing to nestle in her arms.

Zou Haoran stared at her for a while without blinking, then finally turned around and entered the pharmacy behind, took out the liquid medicine he was familiar with from the medicine cabinet, pulled out the syringe in the drawer, opened the glass bottle skillfully with a millstone, Draw the liquid into the syringe.

The bodyguard in black was performing his night duty when he suddenly felt a fiery gaze from the lower left corner of his field of vision.

"Uncle..." The boy squatting on the ground pitifully pulled a rabbit, and tugged at his pants with the other hand.

Just as the man turned his head, he felt a sharp pain in his thigh. He was about to lift his foot to kick him away, but his legs suddenly went numb, and then he fell limp.

"you!"

Zou Haoran jumped up and covered the man's mouth before he called for help, dragged him aside and opened the door smoothly.

"Deng—" The beer bottle made a loud and continuous impact on the ground.

In the first second of the sound, Zou Haoran had already closed the door and locked it.

In the second second, he dodged the attack of the man in black who suddenly stood up from the right, pulled him back, and hit Xiasanlu with a knee, and a needle in the neck.

The bodyguard inside the door was obviously just woken up by the beer bottle, and his vision and limbs had not yet recovered to the best level. Under Zou Haoran's attack, he resisted very hastily, failed to escape the anesthesia needle on his neck, and lost his body after a while. The power of resistance.

Zou Haoran opened the door and took a look. The decoration of the ward on the third floor was really luxurious. The sound insulation effect of the room was very good, and the sound of beer bottles did not attract anyone.

When he returned to the bed, the man who was arrogant during the day was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his brows were sharp, and he looked as if he was about to open his eyes every minute.

Zou Haoran didn't waste any time, he pulled out the IV from the man's hand.Then he dragged in the bodyguard with the dead body at the door, tied it together with the previous one, and stuffed his mouth.

A weak but sinister whistle came from behind, "Little guy, not bad."

Zou Haoran turned his head, No. 36 had already woken up, and was turning his head to look at him.

Zou Haoran walked over to him.

"Let me go," he said.

Zou Haoran looked expressionlessly at the partitions and ropes on the bed, which were specially used for aggressive manic patients.On the empty bed next to it was a restraint belt that had been torn off violently. Obviously, this rope was temporarily requisitioned to replace its original function.

"Why, are you scared?" His eyes were like glowing glass beads in the dark night, which set off the gloomy complexion, and when he spoke, his white teeth were exposed, like a lion trapped in a cage.

Zou Haoran said, "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm number 36." The man tied to the bed joked.

"I meant your real name."

"you guess?"

Zou Haoran didn't answer anymore, he went straight to the back of the bed, picked up the information card and carefully identified it in the dark.

"You really are Lu Shi." The information on the data card verified his guess.

The man smiled, "Little guy, I can't help but tell me who called you to save me."

Zou Haoran put down the needle, walked to the end of the bed and observed, "I can untie this knot or not, are you sure you want me to untie it?"

Lu Shi could see that he was avoiding this question intentionally, but instead of asking, he followed his topic, "Can you let us escape tonight?"

Zou Haoran thought for a while, "No."

"Forget it then." Lu Yan sneered and turned his head away.

"The courtyard will open the door during the day, but not at night, it's too difficult." Zou Haoran further explained.

The hospital is surrounded by high walls, and there are infrared cameras and glass slag on the top. There is a big iron gate separating the hospital ward from the hospital gate, as well as security guards and access control. Zou Haoran has stayed here for 4 years, not without Tried and succeeded, but ended up being sent back again.

The outside world has long been unable to tolerate him.

"If I take you out, do you know what will happen after that?"

"nonsense."

Zou Haoran nodded, "...tomorrow, after the release, let's go."

After finishing speaking, he carefully inserted the IV of his penis back, turned around and untied the men in black, and put them on the empty bed next to them.

"This medicine will cause their memory to be disturbed or lost. When they wake up in the morning, they won't remember what happened during this time." Zou Haoran took away the empty needle from the bedside.

"Hello." Before leaving, he was called, and the person on the bed stared at the ceiling with his eyes open, "Why do you keep holding this doll?"

"This is a rabbit." Zou Haoran corrected him, "It was a gift from my father."

"The man who called you? Is it your father?"

Zou Haoran shook his head, closed the door and left.

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First day of September!

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