Mental patients live in their own fantasy world, we break into his world, and we will be attacked by him.
Especially for patients with violent split personality, perhaps before God, there is no difference between the sick and the good and evil, only the belief and the unbelief. In front of doctors, all people are patients first, and good and evil second.
I broke into Barum’s dream and saw him brutally treating all the people and animals around him. This is an out-and-out villain. He may have lived under the shadow of violence from his relatives since he was a child. I want to end his crime. His life, regaining his own soul.
After Barum had tortured the animals and people on the farm, he returned to the cabin and lay on the wooden board to rest.
A plan to scare him to death has been formed in my heart.
I first awakened the little black boy who had been kicked by Barrum in a coma, motioned him not to speak, and then gave him an apple and told him to hide and eat. These fruits were everywhere. I picked up the corpse of the white goose whose neck was bitten off by Barum, and quietly came outside the cabin door.
Closing my eyes, I saw Barum talking to himself through the wooden door of the cabin. He spoke the local dialect very quickly. I don't understand it. But this does not delay the implementation of my plan.
I found ropes and sticks around the cabin, and then I found the little boy who had finished eating the apples and motioned for him to come with me. The little boy looked at me blankly, and I said that as long as he listened to me, I would give He has an apple.
The little boy followed me to the front of the wooden house. I quickly knocked on the wooden door with a wooden stick, and then robbed the side of the wooden house with a stride.
Barum opened the door and saw the black little boy who had been stunned. He sternly scolded him and waved his fist to hit him. The little boy shook his head, turned and ran. Barum cursed a few words. I took the opportunity to leap forward and jumped over to the roof of the wooden house.
I tied the corpse of the big white goose to one foot with a rope and hung it upside down at the door of the wooden house, and then knocked on the door with a wooden stick again.
Barum's rebuke came from inside the wooden house. I continued to knock on the door. Barum furiously opened the door with a wooden stick. He immediately saw the dead white goose hanging upside down and was shocked.
But he quickly understood, and after removing the body of the big white goose, he looked towards the roof.
Barum didn't see me hiding on the roof, so he circled the wooden house, and then returned to the wooden house angrily.
I slipped down from the roof and rushed to the chicken pen. I quickly grabbed a chicken by the neck. The remaining chickens immediately screamed. I quickly grabbed the chicken pen and hid behind a cow, twisting the chicken with my hands. He tore off the head of the chicken on his neck, and then smeared the blood on his face.
Barum heard the rooster crowing, and drove out again with a wooden stick to check it out.
I stabbed a dead chicken's paw under the tail of a small calf next to it. The small calf was frightened and ran wildly towards the farm. The remaining cattle and sheep also rioted. Barum used wooden sticks to stop these animals. When he was not paying attention, I sneaked into the wooden house.
The furnishings in the wooden house are simple. A sharp knife is inserted on the table. I pulled out the sharp knife and threw the headless dead chicken on Barum’s head. Then I drew a picture on the table with a broken chicken neck. Chicken head.
At this time, Barum's curses came from outside the room, and I hurriedly hid under the wooden bed.
The wooden door was pushed aside by Barum. He entered the house, dropped the stick in his hand, and looked at the table. He was taken aback when he saw the chicken head painted in blood. The wooden stick walked towards the bed and saw the dead chicken, with a horrified expression on his face.
Soon the expression on his face changed from fright to anger, turned and left the wooden house, standing at the door of the house shouting: "Whodidit? StandupandIllfightyou!"
Of course there was no response from outside. I quietly got out from under the bed, grabbed the dead chicken, then lay down, learning the sound of the hen in my mouth, when Barum turned and looked inside the wooden house. , I threw out the dead chicken in my hand and smashed it directly into his face.
Barum exclaimed "Momm!" Then he stomped on the dead chicken on the ground, I closed my eyes and quickly stood up from the **, making a "cuckling" sound in my mouth.
The other party threw the wooden stick in his hand at me, then turned around and escaped from the wooden house.
I also left the wooden house and came to the pigpen. I looked at a white piglet, grabbed its tail, and pierced the piglet’s neck with a knife in the other. The surrounding pigs also began to be confused. I hurried back outside the wooden house with the piglets, and threw the piglets on the roof. I climbed onto the roof and started to slaughter the pigs.
Pig blood leaked into the wooden house along the cracks in the roof planks. I threw the cut pork from the wooden house door into the wooden house, leaving pig entrails and pig skins on the roof.
I lay on the roof, waiting for Barum to return.
Unless he wakes up from a dream, he will definitely come back.
Sure enough, when it was getting dark, Barum returned with a flashlight, but he did not come back alone. He also brought another person with him, but this person was exactly the same as him, even his hairstyle, clothing and even walking movements were the same. I immediately Understand that this is another personality of Barum.
The "two of them" came fiercely, with a flashlight in one hand and a sharp knife in the other.
When he came to the door of the wooden house, the flashlight immediately illuminated the blood on the ground. One person stayed outside the door to guard, and the other entered the wooden house. He saw a room of meat and blood dripping from the top of his head. This person was scared. Shaking all over.
I continued to tap the side of the wooden house with a wooden stick, making a permeating sound.
Standing at the door, the person looked up towards the roof. I threw a pig intestines onto his head along with the light of the flashlight, and the person fainted immediately.
The person in the room also snatched it out, and I threw the pig's head in blood in front of him.
Barum was shocked, and the sharp knife and flashlight in his hand fell to the ground.
I grabbed the piglet’s skin and jumped off the roof, accurately placed the pig’s skin on Barum’s head, and then quickly escaped from his dream, and Barum’s thrilling screams came from behind. .
Coming out of Barum’s dream, I saw Barum in the room who was still asleep in his limbs twitching, his hands were constantly scratching, but he couldn’t catch anything, so he scratched his head, his face was hard. His long nails blurred his dirty face, and his hair was pulled off a lot.
My intimidation had an effect, even if he was not scared to death, he would only have half his life left.
After returning to the room, I lay on the dirty and pungent rubber floor and began to think about the next move.
A gleam of light came from the small window on the wall, and I continued to wait for the arrival of the ghost guard R9.
At noon, I was hungry again, and the guy in charge of delivering the potatoes said to me through the small hole in the door: "Today the dean will add food for you, three potatoes and a handful of vegetables, hurry up and eat!"
But there was no movement in the next room, and the guy who delivered the meal shouted to the shopkeeper: "Fool Barum, wake up, it's time to eat!"
After calling for a few times, there was still no response in the room. The guy took out the flashlight he carried and turned it on and took the picture into the room. He saw Barum with his bloody face and immediately reported to his superiors using the walkie-talkie on his shoulder.
"This guy buckled his eyes out and ate it, but he definitely didn't starve to death!"
Franklin led his assistants Jefferson and Holdman to conclude that Barum was dead.
"Here, dying a patient is like dying a chicken. There is nothing fuss about!" The food delivery guy said to me. (End of this chapter)