[Rebirth] Mr. Mighty

The structure of the brain circuit is beyond the comprehension of normal people.

After walking two streets, I saw a tall iron gate standing on the side of the street, with a few large characters on the door: Lansheng Mental Hospital.

"What are you looking at? Don't go in yet!" The doctor behind him spoke fiercely.

Wei Meng turned his head and glanced into the alley. The three men in black hid in the dark and did not show up, but he clearly felt that the threat had not been lifted.

Taking a deep breath, Wei Meng stepped into the iron gate following behind 212 psychopath.

The doctor immediately closed the door, wishing to keep the flies away.

Next, Wei Meng gained some insight, and there is such a magical place in this world.

During the short journey from the gate to the ward in less than 10 minutes, Wei Meng saw all kinds of people with dull eyes and strange behaviors, and it was almost one o'clock at night, and these people were not sleepy, and some were wandering in the corridor , also held an umbrella and claimed to be a mushroom, some sang on the bed, turned over and sang side B after singing side A.

"What? Don't you remember this place?" The enlarged face of 212's psychopath suddenly appeared in front of him, startling Wei Meng.

"What do you mean, I've never been here again!"

"Haven't you been here?" 212 mentally ill blinked his eyes and looked at him, his eyes were full of thick and unclear smiles.

Wei Meng's heart skipped a beat, regretting his subconscious answer just now, he is no longer Wei Meng, but that bitch named Bai Lu, and he must always pay attention to what he says.

212 mentally ill looked at Bailu again for a long time before turning around and kicking open the door of a ward, "Come in, 213!"

Wei Meng followed him in, this is a double room, "Can you stop calling me that?"

"Then what's your name?" 212 mentally lay down on the hospital bed and kicked his shoes, like an old man.

Wei Meng said sullenly, "Call me by my name."

"Oh? Call you Xiaolu? Or—" 212 Psychopath showed a playful smile, and deliberately elongated his voice, "Or call you Saolu?"

Wei Meng's eyes widened immediately, "What nonsense are you talking about?" Although, as a pure man, he deeply understands that there is nothing wrong with joking between men, and they often called each other nicknames in the military camp before, but why is this 212 mentally ill? The words that came out seemed extraordinarily ambiguous!

"What Sao Lu! My name is Bai Lu, you can just call me Bai Lu!" Wei Meng was very angry!

212 mentally ill laughed, and said without hesitation: "Okay, you go and get me a basin of footwashing water, I want to soak my feet!"

"Why?" Wei Meng raised his voice, "You don't lack any arms or legs, so why should you ask me to serve you?"

"Either go wash your feet, or throw you out of the window, to the three guys chasing and cutting you, let you little slut taste the taste of being chicken-raped!"

"Hey, your uncle, you dare to threaten me!" How could Wei Mengchang have received such a threat at such an age?I quit immediately, rolled up my arms and sleeves, and wanted to step forward to compete with 212 psychopaths.

212 mentally ill lay on the bed with his legs crossed, and said casually: "Don't toss about, your thighs are not as thick as my arms! You've even played shoulder throws. I laughed so hard, it's almost like tickling."

"..." Wei Meng froze all of a sudden, that's right, the once tall, burly and mighty body has already entered the crematorium, how can he still have the strength to challenge others now?

After struggling for a while, Wei Meng finally realized the status quo, so he had no choice but to bring footwashing water to 212 mentally ill.

Nima, this bitter rebirth!

have a few mouthfuls

212 mentally ill was sitting by the bed humming a song, washing his feet, and at the same time directing Wei Meng to turn on the TV for him to watch the midnight theater.

Wei Meng gave him a hard look, took the remote control and turned on the TV, tuned to Midnight Theater, which was replaying the Nth replay of Zhen Huan's Legend.

boring!He silently scolded 212 for being mentally ill, turned around and climbed onto bed 213, ready to sleep.

"Heh! You are quite easygoing," 212 psychopath sneered, "What's the matter? Don't you think this is a mental hospital? Don't you think this bed is a bed where a madman slept?"

Wei Meng was stunned for a moment, not understanding the meaning of his words, "Why should I dislike it?"

212 mentally ill suddenly raised his head, staring at Wei Meng with sharp eyes, "You really broke your fucking mind?"

Wei Meng was taken aback by him again, "What do you mean? Didn't you say you don't know me?"

212 is mentally ill and just looks at Wei Meng without saying a word.

Wei Meng was a little scared by him. It is said that Wei Meng was not a good person before. Although he often had to look at the manager's face when he was a security guard in a hotel, he had never felt nervous. A special aura always makes Wei Meng weaker unconsciously when he looks at each other.

After being silent for a while, Wei Meng still decided to say some nonsense, "Well, I fell from the 18th floor and lay in the hospital for a few days, almost becoming a vegetable. The doctor said that it was a miracle that I could wake up. So my mind is a little confused, please try not to tell me these ambiguous words, say you don’t know me for a while, and look at me like this for a while.”

212 mentally ill narrowed his eyes slowly, turned his gaze to Zhen Huan's Biography on TV, and said coldly: "You can't die if you jump off the building, the disaster will last for thousands of years!"

Well, this is directly calling him a scourge!

After watching TV for a while, Wei Meng said to the psychopath who was washing his feet, "Hey, who is that..."

"My name is on the head of the bed."

"Oh." Wei Meng poked his head and took a look. It turned out that the psychopath was called Qi Jun.

"Qi Jun, why did you bring me here in the alley just now?"

"I saw you being chased and killed, so I rescued you. By the way, I did a good deed. This month is the month of learning from Lei Feng in the mental hospital. It's fine if you don't thank me, but you are so hypocritical. Hmph, a bitch is hypocritical! "Qi Junshun cursed a classic line from Zhen Huan's biography.

"..." Wei Meng tilted his head to look at Qi Jun, thinking that this man is really interesting, he looks different from those patients outside.

"You just brought me in like this, what if the doctor finds out? After all, I'm not from bed 213."

"Bed 213 left early. We went out together. I led the doctor away. He ran away from another street, so you are now bed 213. Anyway, you came from bed 2B. Is there any difference between 2B and 213? "Qi Jun took the feet out of the basin, "Go, pour out the footwashing water."

Wei Meng gave Qi Jun a supercilious look, this shameless mental illness was sure that he would stay here to hide from those men in black, that's why he ordered him so recklessly.

Wei Meng poured out the footwashing water and was about to go to bed when he came back when Qi Jun suddenly called him, "Hello!"

"Why?" Wei Meng stopped and looked at Qi Jun.

Qi Jun was lying on his back on the bed, with one arm under his head and the other hand on his lower abdomen, his eyes were slightly squinted, and he looked at Wei Meng vaguely, "Take a few bites!"

Wei Meng was taken aback for a moment, not understanding what Qi Jun meant, "Why do you have a few mouthfuls?"

Qi Jun laughed, "Fuck, why are you pretending to be innocent!"

Wei Meng became even more confused, and stared at Qi Jun blankly.

I saw Qi Jun slowly undoing the belt of the hospital gown with his hand on his lower abdomen, took off his trousers, and then pulled down his underpants. Shake Wei Meng's titanium alloy dog ​​eyes blind.

"Damn it! What kind of structure do you have, you can see it in Zhen Huan's biography!"

Wei Meng looked at Qi Jun's lifeblood, and while pretending to be calm, he couldn't help being a little depressed. This man's size is quite big, compared with what he had in his previous life. Ever since he became the body of a white deer, he hasn't It's tough, I don't know what my current size is, but don't think about it, it must not be as good as this one, it must be 18 cm, right?Or 19? 20?

Qi Jun teasingly raised his jaw at Wei Wei, "Come on, have a few mouthfuls!"

"what?!"

Wei Meng was shocked!

He opened his mouth wide and looked at Qi Jun as if he was looking at an alien. Nima really is not in the same dimension as him in the world of mental illness!

"What's hypocritical?" Qi Jun became impatient, "Why don't we just blow the trumpet to each other, and we didn't say we were going to stab your ass!"

Wei Meng couldn't come to his senses for a long time, no matter when he was in the army or in the security department of the hotel, he had been hanging out with a group of men all the time, but no one had ever made such excessive demands on him!

"You, you are fucking sick!" Wei Meng clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, really wanting to rush over and beat this psychopath.

Qi Jun sneered, "You are so funny, whoever is not sick lives in a mental hospital!"

Wei Meng couldn't bear it anymore, raised his leg angrily, and kicked Qi Jun with a sharp whirlwind kick. Unfortunately, although the move was beautiful, he had no strength. Qi Jun grabbed his ankle and stood like a golden rooster. Beside Qi Jun's bed, he looked very funny.

"White Deer!" Qi Jun suddenly lowered his face, his eyes full of contempt, "I'm most annoyed by your pretending to be B, as if you are reluctant."

Wei Meng blushed and turned pale with anger, and cursed: "You are a pervert, no wonder you live in a mental hospital! Think everyone has the same problems as you, don't fucking think that I just look like a bitch What a bitch, blowing the trumpet? I am so anxious that I chop off your trumpet! Who is afraid of whom? Don’t forget that I am the one who jumped over the building!"

Wei Meng now seems to understand how wronged Bailu was when he jumped off the building, maybe he was forced to death by a villain like Qi Jun who forced his good into prostitution.

Qi Jun looked at Wei Meng again for a while, then slowly let go of his ankle, stretched out his hand to pull a quilt over it, turned around and went to sleep like a normal person.

Wei Meng was extremely speechless.