"Genius should stay in a lunatic asylum and die..."
The former Charter Bureau was not famous for being the most outstanding computer genius, Bedman, staring at the pair of white eyes that took up most of the area, with a genius child-like smile full of deformity and perversion, smiled and said: "In the long history of human beings, great The prophetic physicist Stan, the great one-ear painter, and the great me will all die here, and the madhouse will always be the best graveyard for true genius."
Xu Le looked at him silently, not knowing the mental state of such a person very well, such as why he was not surprised to see him, and he was unwilling to leave.
Bedman's emotions at this time were like flames enclosed by ice cubes. The appearance and tone were extremely cold and calm, but there was a certain excitement and excitement inside, and his voice was sharp and astringent: "You want to take me away, I Why should I leave with you? What are you doing out there? Genius is a lunatic, and a lunatic asylum is where I should be.”
"Back then, you forced me to jump out of the charter brilliance, and you kept chasing me with small eyes. At that time, you were not as quiet as you described yourself, and you didn't want to be disturbed by the outside world."
After Xu Le paused for a moment, he looked at his pair of eyes whose white eroded black and made them look extraordinarily strange, and said in a low voice, "If you think the outside world is not challenging or interesting, then you should come with me."
"Leave with me, and you will have the opportunity to challenge the charter head-on again."
Hearing this sentence, Bedman's pupils shrank slightly, and the white troops in the eyeballs seemed larger than before.
However, he still didn't give any answer. After a long silence, he waved for Xu Le to follow him out of the conference room.
Back in the quiet and dim ward with two jujube trees outside the window.
With a thin and weak body, Bedman slowly moved to the window, pointed at the dense data formulas on the glass with fingers like dry branches, and said in a soft voice: "You solve this problem."
"Do questions?"
Xu Le walked to the window and looked at the question that was more complicated and complicated than his own cerebral cortex. He couldn't help frowning, thinking that this person was teaching patients in a lunatic asylum for too long. To be a professor
"After you designed MXT, you were regarded as a genius by many people in the Federation, but I don't think it is difficult to put together a bulky and heavy robot, but you can solve the quantum measurable problem in the turbulator, which makes me feel A little surprised, I want to see what the upper limit of your ability is."
Bedman went to the bed and sat down, took a sip from the tea jar on the table.
Xu Le's brows were furrowed very tightly, and his time was very tight. However, based on the temperament of a research genius or a freak like Bedman, even if he knocked him unconscious and carried him away, it would not help the follow-up situation.
"Mathematics and theoretical physics are my weaknesses. My strengths are multi-dimensional geometry and structural superposition. I can't solve this problem."
MX mecha dual-engine turbulator, the most fundamental problem is solved by Professor Shen Yulin's research results, Xu Le said with a slight smile: "Is there no answer, you won't leave with me?"
"I understand that the environment of the insane asylum is much simpler than the outside world. People like you are more comfortable here, so you need a strong reason to convince yourself to leave. I'm sorry I can't do it."
Hearing Xu Le's sincere words, Bedman suddenly laughed. His fine teeth were stained with smoke spots from old years. Because of malnutrition, his gums were strangely pale white, and his smile was extremely bleak.
"Is it comfortable to be in this insane asylum? Maybe you're right. I feel more and more comfortable staying here now, but I'm also more and more wondering if I'm really mentally ill."
Bedman slowly pulled the thin quilt, covering his head nervously, and the gradually sharp voice pierced through the darkness and cotton, echoing in the room.
"In the beginning, I was put in this madhouse. I didn't want to go out all the time, but the doctors and nurses gave me injections and chlorpromazine."
"After three injections, my brain is a little useless. I know that if I continue to take it again, I will definitely not become a lunatic, but I will definitely become an idiot."
Bedman was wearing a thin quilt, hehe smiled weirdly, and said, "In order not to become an idiot, I began to pretend to be an idiot and used some methods to make them stop giving injections."
Xu Le vaguely felt that he would hear a very tragic story, and asked in a low voice, "What method?"
Bedman didn't answer, held up the quilt and murmured nervously: "Doctors and nurses are unreasonable, even more unreasonable than those real idiots, so I like to teach idiots, and idiots are very quiet in class, doctors and nurses are unreasonable. It saves a lot of money, so they like me teaching idiots too."
Xu Le looked at the trembling quilt on the bed, and could hear the pain and hatred in his voice that could not be filtered by the quilt.
Bedman suddenly lifted the quilt over his head and stared at Xu Le like a dead man. Sweat dripped from his face, his face became more and more flushed, and the extremely deep fear in his eyes gradually disappeared.
"What am I afraid of?"
"Why should I be afraid?"
"You are the most famous butcher, and you will protect me."
"Yes, I'm leaving."
"I want to leave!"
Listening to Bedman's frantic venting screams, Xu Le did not expect the seemingly difficult work roadmap, and suddenly returned to the predetermined trajectory.
"We can't let the most outstanding minds of this generation be destroyed by madness." Bedman stared at Xu Le's eyes, panting, "Promise me a request and I'll go with you."
The hard and thick wooden stick slammed into the man's body, blood spurted out, leaving a green mark, and sometimes a clear fracture sound could be heard.
The male nurse in white overalls was tossing and turning in pain on the wet and cold ground. Whenever the wooden stick hit him hard, it would bounce like an electric shock, and then weep and howl.
The male nurse was very tall and burly, but Xu Le directly abolished his resistance at the beginning, so he couldn't resist Bedman's frantic beating at all.
"Forgive me! I was wrong!" the male nurse cried out.
Bedman's pale cheeks were covered with excited blush, and he smashed the male nurse's right leg with a smashing stick. The crisp sound of fractures seemed to wash away the shame and hatred in the deepest part of his brain, making him smile. become naive.
The male nurse held her face with broken jaws, blood dripped from her fingers, looked at Bedman in pain and fear, crying non-stop: "I was wrong! I was wrong! I shouldn't have treated you like that! Please! Please don't kill me!"
Bedman smiled innocently like a child, waving a wooden stick cruelly like a child playing with Qiu Chan, his gray lips trembling at a high speed, and he was already in tears when he said words that no one could understand.
Xu Le stood outside the room smoking, the expression on his face was a bit complicated, the dull sound of sticks in the door behind him, the crisp sound of broken bones and the miserable begging for mercy, clearly told the ugly and tragic story of a lunatic asylum.
After an unknown amount of time, Bedman finally ended the tragic beating or killing, pushed open the door and walked out. He wiped the sweat from his forehead due to excessive exercise, as if wiping away the past.
"Are you cool?" Xu Le asked.
Bedman nodded and replied in a hoarse voice, "It's cool."
Xu Le looked at him very seriously and asked, "Should you just kill him?"
Bedman replied coldly: "With so many broken bones and at least three rectal repair operations, living will be more painful than dying."
With Xu Le's acquiescence and even help, Bedman, who has the most outstanding mind of this era, used the most outstanding means to complete his ruthless revenge against some people in this lunatic asylum.
He took a long time to wash his blood-stained hands carefully by the pool at the corner of the corridor, and then walked into the conference room with his hands on his back like a professor patrolling the classroom.
Without the feeling of parting from the last lesson, Bedman just picked up the end of the chalk on the ground, put it in his pocket, and left the asylum.
Three inconspicuous gray cars approached the back wall of the insane asylum, and a middle-aged man stepped off the car. He was wearing a black silk dress. His face was extremely pale. Not the gloomy kind that can't see the sun, but the gloomy kind of eternal night.
The middle-aged man walked up to Xu Le and introduced himself, "I'm Han Chu."
This is the first time Xu Le has seen Han Chu. He can feel that this gloomy middle-aged man definitely does not have the terrifying strength of Zhang Xiaohua, but it makes people feel more dangerous.
As expected, he was the most terrifying person under Lin Banshan's subordinates, Xu Le thought silently in his heart, and then frowned and asked a very important question.
"Will the Charter Bureau follow you?"
Han Chu replied calmly: "According to the Charter Act, the Charter Bureau can only participate in the internal affairs of the Federation unless the government applies. According to our information, the Charter Bureau does not seem to have received an application."
"I am from the Empire and I am participating in the internal affairs of the Federation now." Xu Le looked at him and shook his head and said, "This reason is really insufficient."
"We have our own methods." Han Chu replied with a smile.
Xu Le no longer asked.
Han Chu explained seriously: "But these methods have no effect on you and your team members. In other words, in the eyes of the charter, you are too important."
Bedman, who left the madhouse, seemed to instantly change back to the proud computer expert, the man who was still extremely arrogant and proud even in front of Li Zaidao and Cui Judong.
Hearing the word "Charter", Bedman's pupils shrank subconsciously, and then looked at Han Chu and said mockingly, "You have a ghost in the bureau."
Han Chu raised his brows slowly, then smiled slightly, without explaining anything.
Three grey cars drove away from the asylum without a sound.
Xu Le walked to a remote part of the town, then stood under the shade of a big tree and waited for a long time until he received a confirmation signal from somewhere.
After a moment of silence, he took the phone out of his arms and whispered the order to people across the Commonwealth: "Act."
Somewhere in the port capital, a yellow taxi suddenly accelerated, roared like an armored combat vehicle, and rammed into a black FBI SUV on the side of the road.