Li Yinhang was in a dilemma, choosing a phobia that almost had an acute attack on the spot.
Seven or eight choices popped into her mind instantly, one of which was outrageous.
- Intermittent episodes of poverty, the specific symptoms are within a month, and only the day when the salary is received can you have an absolute sense of security.
-Seven-second memory disorder, which is manifested in the question of "what did I want to do just now".
- Low language organization ability, the specific manifestation is that the social platform is full of "Hahaha", other than that, I can't say a useful sentence.
Li Yinhang's life was really mediocre, and his brilliance was quite limited. When things came to an end, he realized that he was so normal that he couldn't even make up a disease.
Besides not being able to hold back her illness, she also had nothing to worry about.
What if they have any way to detect whether they are sick, find themselves lying, or simply force themselves to take medicine
Seeing that everyone was silent and exchanged glances secretly, the man took out a pen and paper, and said softly to encourage: "We are all sick. It's nothing. I still remember what it was like when I was not sick, and we were all sick. In the past, more or less certain changes have taken place. 'Disease' is just one of the most common symptoms that make up all of us. If we can't even accept such changes, how can this place be called 'the Garden of Eden', you guys How can you be truly happy?"
He spoke softly, as if he was preaching to a priest.
After a long speech, he turned his encouraging eyes to Li Yinhang.
... This scene is very similar to the moment of death when the teacher accidentally met the teacher's eyes when he asked questions in the classroom.
When she couldn't help sweating, the good student Nan Zhou took the initiative to raise his hand and speak first, helping the other students in the class: "I hate the full moon."
"As long as I see the full moon, I feel weak all over and have no strength at all." He asked curiously, "Is this a disease?"
The man nodded sympathetically and said gently, "I understand. Child, it's been hard for you."
He was about to write, and when he was grouping Nan Zhou, Nan Zhou spoke again.
"Also, I'm a character in a story." Nan Zhou answered honestly, "I've been trapped in a closed town since I was a child, surrounded by closed walls of air, and my every move may be affected by People are watching."
Originally, the man was quite sure, but Nan Zhou's remarks caused him to be in a dilemma between "moon phobia" and "fantasy fantasy".
This patient has a lot of symptoms and is quite troublesome.
It should be known that these two diseases belong to different districts.
In order to find a more suitable place for Nan Zhou, the man further asked, "Will the full moon have any serious impact on your life?"
"Yes." Nan Zhou said firmly, "It will affect the speed of my killing."
man:"… "
The man looked solemn, and after asking his name, he dropped a few strokes on the roster.
A well-deserved strong attack on the mentally ill.
He looked at Jiang Fang with extreme gentleness: "How about you?"
Jiang Fang looked away from Nan Zhou's face.
"Me." Jiang Fang's smile was kind and moving, very deceptive and infectious, and people couldn't help but smile with him, "I'm very sensitive, as long as someone touches me and makes intimate actions, I was numb all over."
The man snorted thoughtfully, and after confirming Jiang Fang's name, he just wrote two entries on the list of residents with "sexual psychosis" when he heard Jiang Fang smile and say, "...then I will kill you. each other."
man:"… "
He checked off the name, turned back to the page where Nan Zhou's name was written, and put his name on the back of Nan Zhou.
Now, Li Yinhang had to make a choice.
There is no doubt that the current Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang are both going to be assigned to the highly-aggressive reservists who are full of talents.
And she is different from them, just a downright ordinary person.
The thought of going into that kind of perilous situation made her scalp uncontrollable, and her scalp went numb.
But if you don't follow them, where can you go
She unconsciously glanced at Yuan Mingqing.
After all, if Mr. Tang is a member of this organization, I am afraid that he will be taken away soon.
Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties will be placed.
Although in Li Yinhang's eyes, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties were not as reliable as Nanzhou Jiangfang at a critical juncture, but when he thought that he might be singled out, Li Yinhang still showed a trace of pity for a moment.
After a moment of hesitation, Li Yinhang took a deep breath, faced the man and licked his mouth nervously.
She whispered, "I'm not sick. I'm pretty obedient."
When Yuan Mingqing heard her remarks, he guessed that she was afraid.
She really didn't dare to take risks with these two genuine lunatics.
Yuan Mingqing, who had no idea that he was actually sympathized by this waste woman he identified, quickly laid a net in his heart:
If they can draw her over and do it silently, it can be considered to be able to make up for what they left over from their previous aggressive operations—
As a result, before he could complete the plan, Li Yinhang pointed to the guide boat, and immediately lowered his head like a young girl in Huaichun: "So, I will do whatever he asks me to do."
Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties: "..."
The man nodded.
He got it.
It's clown girl syndrome.
Although the aggression may not be very high, given that the characters she follows are very aggressive, if they are forcibly separated, it may also lead to the continuous deterioration of her mental state...
With a swipe of the pen, the man put Li Yinhang on the list of strong aggressive symptoms.
At first, Li Yinhang was indeed a little shaken about whether to stick to this newly established alliance.
However, she raced against time to consume this compassion and shaking.
Why should you let yourself move closer to the Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties
If Yuan Mingqing wanted to follow him, he would tell the same lie as himself and move closer to them.
If he doesn't mind being single, why bother with him too much
Before waiting for the man to ask questions, Jiang Fang turned to Yuan Mingqing with a smile but not a smile: "Mr. Yuan? It's your turn."
Yuan Mingqing held Tang Song in his arms, raised his face, and said indifferently: "I'm sorry, you and I are not the same."
He turned to the man, his face pale, but still elegant: "Please take this gentleman to the hospital first. He has lost a lot of blood and needs treatment. I think your registration is not in a hurry, right?"
Tang Song was seriously injured and could not move.
And after the attack failed, he lied about his identity in order to save his life.
His presence is not aboveboard.
It would be unfavorable for them to follow Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang blindly.
It's better to induce them and make them think this is a pve.
Let them slowly get infected by the virus.
The man hesitated a little, and glanced at the trio who had done the registration, as if he was worried that the lax procedures would arouse their dissatisfaction.
But seeing that none of them responded, the man nodded slightly.
Yuan, Ming and Qing's request was approved.
The man temporarily closed the roster with a snap, and showed a sincere business smile to the three who had already registered:
"—Welcome the three to officially join the 'Garden of Eden'."
Jiang Fang, Nan Zhou and Li Yinhang were taken away from the platform by Yingbin seniors with "strong aggressive symptoms".
The senior got into a blue-and-white sightseeing car parked in the parking space. After making sure that the three of them were seated, they started the car.
Surrounded by the most ordinary city streets, the alleys are straight and intertwined.
There are shops and residential buildings on both sides of the road. Judging from the appearance, the degree of modernization is not low.
But the strange thing is that the senior turned the sightseeing car like a disco.
Often when he drives straight on the main road for a few hundred meters, he will turn right into a narrow road, then turn left and merge into the traffic on the other road. After a few hundred meters, he will turn left at the next intersection. change.
After going around, they returned to the original road.
This place was only five hundred meters away from where they turned just now.
Nan Zhou asked, "What are we hiding?"
"Yes."
The senior turned left again, and by the way pointed to a long-haired man sitting on the balcony on the second floor, ten meters away from the avenue, leaning on the railing and looking down.
"He has an even-number phobia, doesn't like even-numbered people getting together, and always wants people to be odd-numbered to be satisfied."
At another turning point, he pointed to a building not far away that he had deliberately avoided.
"The people who live there have femininity and will kill any woman they see with an axe."
The only woman, Li Yinhang, subconsciously caught a cat inside the sightseeing car, pretending to be a car decoration.
Finally, the sightseeing car waddled to a hotel-like building.
The senior dug out a bunch of keys from the locker of the sightseeing car.
He knows a lot about the mentally ill people living in this area, and at this time, he easily picked out three keys from a long list of keys that made people dizzy, and handed them to three people: "Second floor. 207, 208, and 209 , a total of three rooms."
"Do we just need to live here?" Jiang Fang asked, "Don't we need to do something?"
"No need." The senior replied kindly and calmly, "In the 'Garden of Eden', if there is still work to do, is it still the 'Garden of Eden'?"
The sightseeing car was smoking and drove away suddenly.
The three of them, holding the keys, stood on the unfamiliar street and looked at each other.
Nan Zhou: "Do you want to look around first?"
Li Yinhang cowardly said: "No way. We are not familiar with this place."
There are many types of mental illness here.
She didn't want to meet an odd-numbered murderer again and be chased and cut.
Jiang Fang said, "Then wait until it gets dark."
Even if there is a consensus.
The living conditions of this hotel are excellent.
The carpet is soft to the touch, the wallpaper is softly colored, the decor is elegant and refined, and the artwork hanging on the wall is almost real.
There is also a hint of citrus in the air.
The conditions were even good. If it wasn't a town full of mental illnesses, Li Yinhang would be happy to take a vacation in a hotel with such conditions.
Before arriving at the designated room on the second floor, she took her key and hid in the room, deciding to sleep first to confirm that it was not a nightmare.
When he took the key from Jiang Fang, Nan Zhou said to Jiang Fang, "Can you come to my room in half an hour?"
Jiang Fang was slightly startled, then smiled and replied, "Okay. But it's disrespectful."
After half an hour.
Jiang Fang arrived as scheduled and knocked on Nan Zhou's door.
The door creaked open from the inside.
With a polite smile, Jiang Fang looked up at Nan Zhou: "You..."
In the next second, the smile on the corner of his mouth froze.
Nan Zhou removed all the clothes on his body and stood in front of Jiang Fang swayingly.
He had obviously just taken a shower, and the floor of the bathroom not far away was gleaming with water.
His shoulders and collarbone were still stained with water marks, and a drop of water snaked down to his waist and was locked by the waist socket.
All he had left was a pair of tight black boxer briefs, wrapping his slender thighs with strong aesthetics and elasticity, and a circle of golden leg rings with fine lines attached to the edges of the underwear, making people want to play with them.
Nan Zhou, however, was unaware of his appearance of begging you to be violent.
He opened the door further: "Please come in."
Jiang Fang quickly adjusted his expression, walked into the room, and closed the door to prevent others from having a chance to see: "What?"
Nan Zhou said, "I have many strange injuries on my body."
"I don't remember how these injuries came from. So I need you to help me document..."
Having said this, he paused for a moment, firmed his tone, and said, "I must have forgotten something very important."