Chapter 357: He doesn't even need a disguise

Chapter 35: In Search of the Lost Treasure

(1) He doesn't even need a disguise

From the first time I saw him, I estimated that I would not be able to get out for a while.

If he had even intermittent insanity, I would have been able to get more reliable information, but he wasn't, and his eyes told me that he didn't even need a disguise, and he didn't care that anyone would plot against him.

Why? He wears the hat of a psychopath on his head, and he has lived here for more than a decade?

Is it really waiting for some mysterious force to appear?

I'm tired of having to do this kind of secret visit every year, and if it weren't for the fact that he used to be a poet I admired, I wouldn't have had any interest in continuing to eat free meals from mental hospitals.

Why do they always think that there are superior people among the mentally ill? Is it misleading by the diary novel I wrote? Of course not, not many of them have read it. It seems that this kind of undercover thing should be done by people from the National Security Bureau, but the people I want to contact have nothing to do with national security, and they don't even have any political background, but their backgrounds are more complicated, and behind those bizarre backgrounds, there seem to be hidden secret treasures.

And the people who hired me did not hesitate to spend a lot of money because they believed in the authenticity of those treasures.

It doesn't feel strange that I live among a large group of mentally ill people, on the contrary, every time I come among them, I feel like I'm at home. What is called sympathy, this is the time to truly understand. Everyone is telling the truth, because we all know that obedient people will not appear in their future lives.

However, the exception appeared, a patient from a few years ago, met in this strange hospital.

Am I going to know or not? I am undecided......

"Hey, you've changed hospitals, too?" she walked straight to me.

She hugged me at once, then thrashed and punched, bouncing on her own. If you are on the street, this is the excitement of a reunion between friends after a long absence, and those who watch it will be moved to tears.

However, here, immediately someone in a white coat came to pull her away, and said to me vigorously: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry to frighten you!