This is obviously damaging to the brain!
And Qiangzi has turned into a zombie!
If we talk about illness, the people here are the ones who are really sick!
"Young man, it's your turn now."
"Don't worry, it only takes half an hour and you will say goodbye to your temper forever and become a quiet young man."
The old man with glasses walked towards Azhi while smiling.
Azhi became extremely nervous.
If I get caught, I'll be doomed!
I can’t beat him.
I was forced into a corner again...
Azhi suddenly had an idea.
The wall behind him was already covered with cracks after he had bumped into it.
Maybe there is a way out!
While the old man with glasses was not in front of him yet, Azhi rushed towards the wall with all his strength!
Unexpectedly!
Azhi was actually bounced away and fell to the ground!
Azhi just felt dizzy. This collision must have been quite serious.
"Young man, you are too naive."
"You're not the first person to want to bang your head against the wall."
"We have reinforced the walls of the operating room with steel plates."
"Okay, now it's time for your surgery."
The old man with glasses waved his hand, and the doctor next to him immediately stepped forward and carried Azhi.
When Azhi was about to be carried to the operating table, he suddenly opened his eyes.
I felt really dizzy after the collision just now.
But he was a second-level awakener with good recovery ability, and he regained consciousness quickly.
In this situation, Azhi decisively chose to pretend to be faint and look for an opportunity.
When everyone else let their guard down, Azhi suddenly took action.
He simply grabbed the scalpel next to him, slit the throat of a doctor, and rushed out while everyone else was still in shock!
Chapter 109 You are sick
Wang Ran drove a Hummer and rushed to the outside of the mental hospital.
Along the way, Wang Ran maintained a high speed.
The exterior modifications of this Hummer are awesome, and it's really exciting to watch it rushing along.
Wang Ran parked the car and turned off the lights.
This mental hospital has high walls and electric fences, making it a suitable survivor camp.
However, if the people inside dare to do something to my younger brother...
Then there is no need for this base to exist.
"Momo, you stay here and watch over little Aida."
"I'll be back soon."
After giving some instructions, Wang Ran got out of the car carrying the Hammer of Doom.
The big iron door of the mental hospital looked quite sturdy, but Wang Ran broke the door hinge with a hammer.
"Who is it?"
Two men in white coats rushed out holding electric batons.
When they saw the big iron gate on the ground, they were all slightly shocked.
Was this smashed with a hammer
Do humans have this kind of strength
The two men in white coats stepped back subconsciously.
"Where are you guys in charge?"
"Call him out!"
Wang Ran smashed the hammer to the ground.
The ground shook slightly.
The two men in white coats looked at each other and immediately ran into the mental hospital.
I don't know whether they were going to pass on the message or to escape.
Wang Ran sighed and followed behind with the hammer in hand.
Along the way, Wang Ran felt something strange.
This mental hospital...
I always feel something is wrong.
Those wearing white coats looked mentally ill, and those wearing hospital gowns looked stupid and had a long scar on their heads.
Are all mental hospitals of this style nowadays
A patient wandered near Wang Ran.
Wang Ran was surprised to find that this guy...
The pupils are grayish white!
This is a fucking zombie!
But he's not aggressive at all!
Just wandering there blankly.
"What the hell is this..."
"A zombie with a brain problem?"
Wang Ran was a little confused.
Apart from his little followers, he had never seen zombies so calm when seeing humans.
"young people!"
“Are you also surprised by my work?”
A sharp voice came from the darkness deep in the corridor.
Not long after, a skinny old man wearing glasses appeared in front of Wang Ran.
“The vast majority of people in this world are sick.”
"I can heal them."
"All you need to do is open their heads and take out a small piece of evil tissue, and they will become quiet and well-behaved."
“These are all my perfect works!”
The old man with glasses stretched out his hands, and hundreds of people or zombies wearing hospital gowns and with dull eyes appeared around him.
They slowly gathered towards the old man with glasses and Wang Ran.
Without exception, they all had dull eyes and scars on their foreheads.
"Well, young man!"
"Do you want to join them?"
"Believe me, it only takes half an hour and you will become like them and no longer have any negative emotions!"
"The whole world is left with only beauty..."
“Hehehe…”
"Ha ha ha ha... ... "
The old man with glasses laughed happier and happier, and gradually became hysterical.
This is his paradise!
No one will feel the pain!
No one wants to hurt others!
Beautiful! The world is full of beauty!
"You are mentally ill."
Wang Ran cursed directly.
This is crazy!
God, cut open your brain...
"ill?"
"I don't!"
"You are the ones who are sick!"
"You have no idea how cruel this world is!"
“30 years!”
"You've kept me locked up here for 30 years!"
"You all thought I was lying!"
"Do you believe it now? The devil has really come to the world!"
"Only I can save you!"
The old man with glasses roared with red eyes.
Wang Ran understood as soon as he heard it.
This old man is really a patient in a mental hospital.
I guess the doomsday happened and he took the opportunity to occupy this mental hospital.
But why would these people in white coats listen to his orders
Wang Ran thought of a possibility...
Those wearing white coats now are most likely patients in mental hospitals.
Those wearing patients' clothes were the original doctors and nurses here, as well as those who were captured from outside.
"Grass... ... "
"Old man, I don't care about anything else, but did you catch five people digging outside today?"
"Hand him over, and I'll let you die comfortably."
Wang Ran said coldly.
"Young man, don't be so irritable!"
"You mean these ones, right?"
The old man with glasses clapped his hands.