While the dream is in progress [unlimited]

0001 was stunned, and regained his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"I won't be hot."

"You let go."

Yin He didn't let go, but relaxed a little bit, quietly waiting for the other party to do something.

After waiting for a long time, 0001 did not shake off his hand.

Yin He deliberately let go of his strength, 0001 can take his hand away at any time.

But 0001 didn't do that.

"The person who doesn't want me to let go seems to be you."

"0001."

0001 is like an awkward child, always saying what he doesn't mean.Showed indifference to him, wishing to avoid him far away.

When Yin He entered the room, 0001 let him out.Yin He came in, and 0001 never asked him to leave.

Just like now, 0001 asked him to let go, but the person who is not willing to let go is 0001 again.

["Escape from the Madhouse": Personal Information]

【Name: Yin He (Class B)】

[Spirit value: 85 (declining...)]

[Health point: 70 (normal range)]

[Physical value: 2 (declining...)]

【Lucky value: 0】

[Reputation Point: 16389 (Mouse crossing the street)]

[Intelligence value: 0]

In the case of weakness and cold, sanity will be affected.

Heavy tiredness piled on, his legs could no longer support his standing, and he swayed to one side.

0001 hugged his waist to help the other party stand firm, but the other party hung almost all of his weight on him, which also made their distance more intimate.

A little confused and puzzled appeared on this face like a thick fog. He looked down at the hands on Yin He's waist, extremely unable to understand why he did this.

He clearly knew that he should stand on the sidelines, but his body reacted first.

It's not normal.

When their eyes met, Yin He never took his eyes off him.

Yin He's eyes always shine on 0001's eyes, and Yin He's full attention is on 0001.

This gave him a certain kind of warmth in his heart, as if someone shared the coldness with him, making him no longer lonely.

Whether it is this feeling, or the instinct of the body, it has exceeded the "normal" range.For 0001, from the beginning to the present, he has fallen into "abnormal".

The Black Specter members on the other side worked hard to find a sober confirmed patient.

A group of them were crowded in the small and dark ward, and they always felt extremely uncomfortable.

The lucid, diagnosed patient sheds the pretense of dementia and bewilderment and puts on exasperated rage.

"This lunatic asylum is hell! They have no humanity and don't treat us like human beings at all!"

Chen Zhiyu waited patiently for the other party to complain. Usually, in this case, the NPC would have to vent their long-standing grievances.After a long list of nonsense is finished, we will enter the topic.

Sober confirmed patients detail the torture and inhuman abuse they have suffered in recent years. Many "treatment" methods make people's hairs stand on end.

"In order to force us to admit our mistakes, they covered our faces with paper covered in oil.

"Tie our hands and feet, watch us struggle because of suffocation, and treat us like prisoners."

"There was a water leak on a rainy day, and they put us under the hole to 'catch the water'. The water droplets kept hitting the top of the head. After a long time, the scalp would be soaked and gradually fester.

"Water droplets can enter the brain, it hurts...it hurts."

"They can always come up with all kinds of torture to torture us.

"They are demons."

If the scalp is in a wet state for a long time, it will make the skin fester.Because the water has been evaporating, the local temperature loss of the skin is caused, which causes frostbite.

Followed by bacterial infection, inflammation, and mental stress...

They were "pained" to death.

Mo Jue was young, so he felt creepy when he heard this. He looked at Chen Zhiyu begging for help, but Chen Zhiyu looked indifferent.

Seeing Chen Zhiyu like this, Mo Jue became even more afraid. In his eyes, Uncle Chen, who is gentle and considerate, is really so cold-blooded?

Chen Zhiyu interrupted the chatter of the awake confirmed patients: "Why did the doctor abuse you? What is the secret behind the madhouse? You have all undergone a frontal lobotomy, and only you remain awake. In order to take you away, I need your help."

The sober confirmed patient shrank his shoulders, and bad memories were awakened.His brows were full of pain, and he slowly looked into the distance.

"I and other confirmed patients were the same preparatory patients as you at the beginning. Because of my poor grades, my family thought I had a brain problem, so they sent me here.

"Most of them here are people like me. They are obviously 'normal people', but they are sent for treatment because they are 'different' from others."

"At first we thought that we just had to pass the test, but we didn't expect that everything here was a scam.

"No one can pass the test here."

"No matter how obedient you are and how you prove that you are a normal person, they will always have a way to prove that you are not normal. Any behavior of yours may become evidence that you are 'abnormal'. No matter how docile you are usually, as long as you raise your voice once, they will would say—

"'This is a typical manic patient. When he is not ill, he is the same as a normal person. Once he is ill, the consequences will be disastrous'."

"We were diagnosed, we asked to be discharged, we proved we were cured. They judged us 'delusional'.

"Our efforts are all treated as one of the symptoms of mental illness, and it's all written in the medical records. Here, they say you are mentally ill, and you are mentally ill."

They fell into a vicious circle. In order to prove that they were not sick, they had to obediently accept the arrangement of the lunatic asylum.And receiving treatment in a lunatic asylum proved that he was sick.

Only sick people need treatment.

Mo Jue's eyes were filled with tears, and the ears of the other three were calloused.They are not interested in what the confirmed patients go through, they just want to know the secrets of the madhouse.

"They also used us for human experiments."

The eyes of the three people suddenly glowed, and they finally said what they wanted to hear.

The lunatic asylum is just a cover, the key is the interest chain behind the lunatic asylum.The boss of the lunatic asylum cooperates with certain organizations, and the organization hopes that the lunatic asylum can create obedient "new humans".

They hope that the new human beings will have top-level IQ and physical fitness, strip away all emotions, not be influenced by any external objects, retain consciousness and way of thinking, and at the same time have 100% surrender to them.

Like a killing machine that only obeys orders.

Chen Zhiyu: "So the experiment you are doing is not a frontal lobotomy? It's a human experiment?"

"We have also done this operation, but many people can't survive it, and they lose their self-awareness at this step." The sober confirmed patient shook his head, "The frontal lobotomy requires cutting off an important nerve in the frontal lobe. Becoming unconditionally compliant. But they don't want the walking dead, so they're improving upon the excision surgery—

"We are experiments and failures."

Some people will remain unchanged after undergoing frontal lobotomy, and he is a relatively lucky existence.

But he knew that after avoiding the frontal lobotomy, there would be other experiments.So he simply pretended to be unconscious, and got mixed up in a pile of failed products.

"Doctors are all successful reformers, right?" Mo Jue said.

"That's right, they are all final successful versions. When they underwent transformation, the surgical techniques were mastered extremely well, with a success rate as high as 50 percent."

50%.

Mo Jue didn't speak.

A 50% success rate is not high, and the result of undergoing transformation is nothing more than failure or success.

Either success or failure, a 50% success rate is not a high success rate at all.

I'm afraid that even the doctor himself doesn't know whether the operation he will undergo next will be successful.

They are betting.

A voice came from the radio: "Please prepare the patients to return to their own wards. In 10 minutes, a doctor will come to round the ward."

10 minutes!

Time is tight.

Knowing that the doctor is a reformed person, they didn't dare to provoke him easily. The NPCs in the S-level world will all be strengthened, and a layer of reinvention settings will be added, which will directly pull the NPCs to hell-level difficulty.

"We'll come to you tomorrow, we'll leave first!" Chen Zhiyu quickly pulled Mo Jue, and ran down the corridor, racing against time to get to his ward.

When Mo Jue returned to the ward, he was already sweating profusely.

His participation rate has also reached 50%, and he is only 10% away from the success of the qualifying match!

Although the sober confirmed patient did not finish all the information, Mo Jue already had a general idea.

They must help the confirmed patients escape from here, and they are on the side of justice.And the doctor is the representative of evil.

The lunatic asylum recruits patients on the surface, but in fact it is to obtain experimental bodies for human body modification.Prove that the patient has a mental illness in various ways, making it impossible for him to escape from the lunatic asylum.

A lunatic should stay in a lunatic asylum.

Sober diagnosed patients have said that any effort here is futile, and any normal behavior of yours will be considered abnormal.

So they can't leave here by "normal" means, there must be "abnormal" ways.

The most urgent task is to figure out what the "abnormal" method is.

[Is this wrong?Isn’t the upper limit of participation 100%? Now everyone’s participation is almost 200%]

[Tricky]

[The giant baby has made great progress, at least he can ask questions and analyze by himself, instead of relying on others blindly.This made me a little emotional, as if the baby I watched grew up suddenly grew up]

Yin He had a dream, a very complicated and very distant dream.

Because he had been lying on the hospital bed for half a year, many of his memories were fragmented, and he thought he couldn't remember many details clearly.

The self in the dream was a little immature. When shooting the poster, he was made to wait for a long time because the other party was not punctual.

He hates people who have no concept of time.

But at that time, he was not angry at all, but a little irritable.

What he thought was, if Lan Yu arrived on time, would they be able to stay longer?

This young man, who is as beautiful as an oil painting, has never spoken to him, and the most eye contact is in front of the camera.

Whenever they looked at each other, Yin He only felt that his soul would be taken away. This feeling was more incredible than magic.

Half an hour passed, and Lan Yu still hadn't arrived.

Yin He greeted the cameraman and went to the balcony to smoke.After smoking one, I want to smoke a second one.

Most teenagers in adolescence will smoke, not because they like the taste of nicotine, but because they simply want to look handsome and think smoking is cool.That's all.

Cigarettes are nothing to smoke, and Yin He bought a pack just because he was curious about the taste of cigarettes.In order not to waste, I want to finish it.

Just smoke it up today.

Yin He smoked the third cigarette, and suddenly someone took the cigarette between his fingertips, and then threw it into the trash can.

It all happened so fast that Yin He didn't even react.He glanced at the trash can, and then, his eyes passed through the curling white mist and landed on the other person's face.

Lan Yulong's face was full of indifference, and he turned around to leave, when he saw Yin He suddenly smiled.He looked at Yin He inexplicably, not understanding why he was smiling.

Yin He squeezed the cigarette in his pocket: "Don't like the smell of cigarettes?"

Lan Yu looked at him quietly without answering.

Yin He thought, this person is really rude, but he can't hate him.

Yin He walked around Lan Yu and closed the balcony door, both of them were trapped on the narrow balcony.Seeing Lan Yu's beautiful brows and eyes slightly wrinkled, she was full of puzzled doubts.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket, bit it between his snow-white teeth, and there was a click, the sound of a lighter igniting.

Yin He's gaze was filled with orange-red swaying flames, and he looked in Lan Yu's direction.

The beautiful boy's brows were furrowed even tighter, as if a little embarrassed, displeased, and incomprehensible, but there was no disgust or contempt.

Yin He was very well-behaved, ignoring those slender and charming eyes, he must have a clear and handsome face.However, these eyes are always full of laziness, as if they want to pass through the smoke to catch people's souls away.

Holding the body of the cigarette between his slender fingertips, he flicked it on the trash can, keeping his eyes on Lan Yu, even provocatively.

As if to say - I just smoke, what can you do with me?

Lan Yu was so choked, seeing that Yin He was about to flick the cigarette again, she stretched out her hand suddenly, intending to take the cigarette away in front of Yin He.

The soot gradually extinguished on the back of Lan Yu's hand, and a soft hum rang in his ears, instantly chopping Yin He on the spot.

He stared blankly at the back of the snow-white, flawless hand, where there was a glaring red streak.The red dot spread like smudged ink, and finally a small bag swelled out.

Very pitiful.

"Does it hurt?" Yin He asked.

Lan Yu didn't answer, but shook her head with lowered eyes, as if angry.Yin He can understand the other party's indifferent attitude, and if someone hurts him, he will also be angry.

The cigarette stick was still burning, Yin He quickly pressed the cigarette towards his palm, and the moment the cigarette butt touched his skin, he felt a strong burning sensation.

An ugly wound appeared on the palm, as if silently mocking his dirty soul.

Yin He said: "Now you are not the only one who is in pain."

Lan Yu stared at him for a long time, shook her head, pointed to her lips, and shook her head again.

In Yin He's eyes, he could only see Lan Yu's delicate fingers constantly shaking, and finally landed on the plump and small lips that seemed to be smiling naturally.

Yin He asked again: "Does it still hurt now?"

This question made Lan Yu silent, he was afraid that Yin He would do the crazy act of burning himself with cigarette butts again.This time he didn't shake his head, but nodded hesitantly.

Yin He grabbed his wrist suddenly, and gently tapped his lips on the burnt part of the back of his hand.

A strange feeling suddenly appeared in the wound that had no feeling at first, like the blood under the skin was boiling instantly, which made him react unconsciously.

He slapped Yin He.

The slap was so powerful, and the smell of blood came from his mouth. He didn't care, and licked the corner of his lips casually.

Yin He admired Lan Yuyin's panicked face because of that kiss, because of him, his beautiful face was like removing the clouds of alienation, revealing the most rosy gesture.

Yin He said: "Now I am in pain too."

What was Lan Yu's expression at that time?surprise?fear?disgust?

None, Lan Yu was very calm, as if his perverted harassment was nothing at all.

Later he found out that Lan Yu could not speak.

A long, long time passed, so long that Yin He had forgotten how painful the slap on the face was, and so long that he had forgotten the pain of the cigarette burn on his palm.

But he could never forget the dazzling red on the back of the young man's hand, as well as the cold and delicate touch.

Time passed for a long time.

I never saw you again except in dreams.

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