"Posttraumatic stress disorder, bipolar disorder, schizophrenia, what will be next?"

Wang Jin took the key he got from under the vase and continued walking forward.

"Oh, by the way, is the nurse's duty room on the second floor?"

Wang Jin asked casually.

"Yes, I remember it's like this."

Wu Wen nodded.

"The third floor should be the director's office. I remember seeing him once when I first came to this hospital."

"Oh? What kind of person is the dean?"

"In my impression, he is a kind middle-aged man, but I don't know when everyone changed."

Wu Wen sighed.

"I don't know what he has become now."

After passing through the corridor, Wang Jin came to the end of the first floor.

There is still a metal door across the stairs, and it is obvious that the key is needed.

Sighing, Wang Jin turned around and walked towards Ward No. 5.

Unlike other wards with metal railings, the door of ward No. 5 is almost completely sealed, leaving only a few small holes for ventilation on the door.

Wang Jin bent down and looked in through the hole.

A round black object, next to the black circle of white objects mixed with red stripes.

Very small, about the same size as a small hole.

"This is..."

Wang Jin was stunned for a moment, then retreated violently.

That was an eye.

When Wang Jin looked in the ward, patient No. 5 was also observing Wang Jin in the same position.

Wang Jingang was about to bend down again, and suddenly the inspiration warning flashed wildly.

"Well, Wu Wen, see what's going on inside."

Wang Jin coughed twice, then threw the blame to Wu Wen.

There is no way, who can't let others die?

"good."

Wu Wen nodded and then posted it on the door panel.

"Puchi!"

The next second, a slender metal strip pierced into Wu Wen's eyes, and a red and white sticky substance came out from behind his head.

"Dong."

Wu Wen fell to the ground, twitched for a few times and stopped moving, and blood slowly flowed out of the wound behind his head.

Meanwhile, a burst of laughter came from the other side of the metal door.

"Hehe, surprise!"

It was a somewhat sharp man's voice, which sounded like a sensation of madness.

"Such strength? How did he do it?"

Wang Jin looked at the slightly bent metal tube and muttered.

Although the metal tube is very strong, it is not that easy to penetrate the human skull directly.

"Damn it hurts me so much."

Wu Wen pulled out the metal tube, and the wound began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Li Hui frowned and picked up the metal tube mixed with brain matter and blood.

“This is...the bed legs.”

Wang Jin looked at the things in Li Hui's hand and quickly recognized what it was.

He had long noticed that the beds in this mental hospital were wrapped in a layer of latex material to prevent patients from hurting themselves by hitting the bed.

However, there is a slender metal tube in the middle of the legs of the bed that is wrapped in layers to bear the weight so that the bed will not be directly crushed.

The man in Ward No. 5 used some method to peel off the latex material layer by layer, then removed the bed legs, and even used some method to polish the bed legs extremely sharply.

Wang Jin did not dare to be entrusted and handed over the important task of opening the door to Wu Wen.

"Wu Wen, please trouble you."

Handing the key to Wu Wen, Wang Jin took the demon gun Colt back aside.

Li Hui also set off and prepared to attack patient No. 5 at any time.

"knew."

Wu Wen took a deep breath and grabbed his pistol.

Wang Jin raised his eyebrows and looked at Wu Wen.

The moment he held the pistol, Wu Wen's aura changed drastically.

From a middle-aged man with a military temperament to a... butcher.

Wang Jin didn't know whether this description was accurate, but Wu Wen's aura was exactly the same as those butchers who killed countless lives, and even stronger.

"murderous look."

Li Hui frowned, as if she was born to be sensitive to this kind of thing.

"It's almost the same murderous aura as the master."

Wang Jin did not respond to Li Hui, but looked at Wu Wen with interest.

"call--"

As if he had recalled some bad memories, Wu Wen's breathing suddenly became rapid and his eyes were a little erratic.

But even so, he still gritted his teeth and opened the metal door.

"Ahhhhh! Sorry!"

The metal door was opened and a young unshaven man walked out.

Heavy dark circles, deep red bloodshots, sloppy hair, and a yellowed hospital gown.

"I stabbed the wrong person! I'm so embarrassed!"

The man said with a chuckle, then stretched out his hand.

Wu Wen didn't say anything, let go of the pistol and shook hands with the man.

Just as the man held Wu Wen's right hand, he pulled his left hand from his back, and another metal tube appeared in his hand.

"Bang!"

Before the man stabbed Wu Wen, he was shot in the head and then fell to the ground with a gurgle.

"Want to play the same trick for a second time?"

Wu Wen kicked the man.

"Stop pretending, I know you're fine."

The man was still motionless, as if he was really dead.

"Hey, Wu Wen."

Wang Jin reached out to stop Wu Wen, and then aimed the man on the ground with a shotgun from afar.

"Bang!Bang!Bang!"

After three shots, Wang Jin looked at the person who was still motionless on the ground and wiped the muzzle with a smile.

"I have a little habit of killing people and having to re-shoot them, otherwise I will always feel uneasy."

"I have so many bullets, let's shoot him for five minutes first."

After pulling the trigger continuously, Wang Jin was not ruthless and shot the man in the leg one after another.

This is the characteristic of a hunting rifle, with unlimited bullets but never hitting the point.

But if you want to torture a person, it is better to not hit the key points.

"No! Stop hitting! I was wrong!"

When Wang Jin fired the 32nd shot, the man dragged his bloody legs and turned over, then reached out and called out Wang Jin.

"Take all your weapons."
To be continued...