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Chapter 181 Mental patients have broad ideas

Leo Anderson explained to Renn calmly and seriously: "You don't understand, reading with sunglasses is more atmospheric and gives you the feeling of being in the silence of the night.

It was as if the evening wind was singing, the moonlight gently caressed my cheeks, and the tenderness and sweetness of the past filled my heart. The sound of the whistle came from far away, then closer, and then farther away, taking away the deep fatigue.

We are wanderers on a journey, ups and downs in the world, if we fall asleep peacefully, there will be a kind of depression that will be vented..."

"Ahem!"

Ren's face twitched and he coughed violently. Damn, what kind of trouble is this? He is really a literary young man.

"Mr. Anderson, can you lend me your book?" Lane asked.

"No problem, communication and exchange are the true meaning of life."

Leo took a few steps forward, handed the book to him, and said gracefully.

Ren took the book, which read: "One Hundred Postures to Make a Woman Fall in Love with You".

This is a profound knowledge, a good book, I will buy one too...ah!

Taking a breath of air, Ren quickly shook his head. After glancing at the author's name from the corner of his eye, he quickly returned the book to Leo.

"How about it? Isn't it very literary and artistic, very profound and obscure? I have been studying it for two years and have only learned 27 kinds of knowledge so far."

Leo stamped his feet and beat his chest with an expression of great regret, while Bill remained silent and looked at the sky.

Renn sat upright, raised the information in his hand, and asked in a serious tone: "Mr. Anderson, a year ago, when you were at a party at your friend's house, you suddenly got violent and beat a friend seriously. Why?"

Leo was detained after the beating, but he did not explain the reason for the sudden attack. Similar incidents happened several times.

Leo looked sad when he heard this and sighed: "This is the opposition of values. I always feel that fighting in bed and under bed is a science.

When I communicated with that friend, we had different opinions. I think doggy style is the most passionate position.

But that fool insisted on arguing with me, saying that the push-cart position is classic. He was unreasonable, and I felt it was necessary to persuade him and make him face the objective truth."

"The way you convince him is to beat him up, hold a knife to his neck, and ask him if he will accept it?" Renn curled his lips and asked.

Leo nodded and said confidently: "If you talk to a fool calmly, he won't listen. On the contrary, if you beat him, he will be more honest."

What a strong logic, Renn couldn't help but laugh. This man was really very ill. Data showed that in daily life, when he had a dispute with others, he would take action if he couldn't talk it out.

Many of his friends have been educated in physics by him. The most frightening thing is that he does not feel that he has done anything wrong. He takes action whenever he disagrees and uses violence to solve problems. It is his subconscious habit.

"Okay, I get it."

Ren nodded, it was not a big problem, at least Leo would not fight with his teammates on the battlefield, nor would he disobey orders.

Of course, the person leading the team had better be able to restrain him.

Soon, the next person stood up. He was wearing a white shirt, was shorter, and looked more elegant.

He introduced himself: "I am Peter Jackson. Please don't worry, Mr. Ackerman, everything is fine with me."

I think your illness is more serious. Which mentally ill person doesn't claim to be a normal person?

After slandering, Ren glanced at his information and frowned: "You beat the waiter for no reason in the restaurant and almost killed him?"

"It's not for no reason. I've explained it before. He showed hostility to me first, and I was defending and counterattacking." Jackson said plausibly.

"Yeah?"

Ren glanced at Bill, who shook his head and looked like he had a headache.

Jackson seemed to have a lack of sense of security. He had delusions of being persecuted. The waiter just glared at him because he was making a lot of noise while eating in the restaurant, and he got angry.

He rushed up and kicked the person to the ground, slapped him wildly, and shouted: "Come on, he's going to kill me!"

waiter:"…………"

The onlookers looked on in confusion. There were several similar incidents. One morning, a neighbor took a knife to trim the trees at his door. Jackson, who was jogging in the morning, broke his ribs.

When people from the Public Security Bureau interrogated him, he actually said that the other party wanted to attack him and that he was just disarming the other party.

There are always unscrupulous people who want to harm me. Jackson is this kind of person, and his reactions are very extreme and very aggressive.

This was a bit serious and an unstable factor. Renn remained silent, not sure whether he wanted this person or not.

Bill was very anxious when he saw this. This kid Jackson couldn't adapt to society at all. If others were even slightly hostile, he would get angry.

"He has a strong sense of danger and can act as a scout and act alone." Bill quickly added.

"Okay, let him pass." Renn nodded.

Starting a business is difficult. There are not many people who can use it. Even if you are a group of mentally ill people, you have to give it a try.

Then there was the only third-level transcendent in the group, the busty girl Bessie. She took two steps forward with a smile, her red lips lightly parted:

"Mr. Ackerman, I'm different from them. I'm really good at it. Whether it's serving tea, pouring water, warming the bed, or investigating, killing, kidnapping or blackmailing, I'm proficient in everything."

After saying that, she straightened her towering breasts, licked her plump red lips, and looked at him with burning eyes.

His eyelids twitched, and Ren was speechless. He didn't think the other party was a normal person, she just felt good about herself.

Bessie Grete, a third-level [Hidden Shadow Warrior], was detained many times for gathering people for lewdness, and this was not the most serious matter.

Renn patted the manuscript paper in his hand and asked: "It says that you have repeatedly hooked up with married men. In a building of 10 households, the male heads of 9 families have slept with you."

She is such a fierce fighter among women that even the old Wang next door is not worthy of carrying her shoes. It is said that four couples divorced in that building within a year.

Bessie snorted softly and said disapprovingly: "What is done between you and me is also called seduction? I am not one of those bitches from the St. Joan Empire.

Those men all looked well-dressed and looked like gentlemen, but when I met them and handed them a small note, they came to my house on time every night to have fun together."

Well, I lost. Ren looked at her beautiful face and hot figure. He didn't wonder why she could make those men fall for her.

Although Bessie is very slutty, she really didn't hurt anyone. Apart from cutting off the lifeblood of her cheating husband, she recently played the game of rich women keeping young girls.

Ren nodded and indicated that she had passed. Not to mention anything else, her expert strength alone made him unable to refuse.

Moreover, after seeing Bessie's photo, Sigg expressed the need to have a good communication. As for how to communicate, of course it was to observe the ball in a civilized way, and go through the tunnel to the depths of the soul.

Since Sigg is not afraid of being green, let him give it a try, just in time to adjust the ratio of men to women in the company.

The "interview" continued, and after everyone had finished the interview, Renn realized that there were so many types of mental patients.

There are those who can't sleep without holding a firearm, there are those who like to eat raw beef, and there are those who want to crawl into the grass whenever they see it...

In short, the world is so big that there are many wonders and wonders that no one can do unless you can imagine them.

After interviewing all afternoon and eliminating a few really awesome people, Renn rubbed his brows and breathed a sigh of relief.

Damn, after this trip, he felt quite normal.

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