0078-9784-1…

This set of numbers is hidden in the bread sent by Mojina, wrapped in oil paper. Gu Zheng tried it many times, but he couldn't see clearly what the last three digits were.

He even wanted to try it one by one from 000-999. If he was lucky, he might know who the number of this group of phone numbers was in two weeks.

What he urgently wants to figure out now is why Mojina spent so much effort to send this group of phone numbers that could not see the last number clearly?

The cell phone in his hand was smooth from the guard's pocket, and the battery was not enough to last for two weeks. If he kept making calls, he might not be able to hold on for even a day. So he wanted to ask himself what medicine Moji had taken wrong.

This is not in prison.

The person who guarded him was not the prison guard.

This is just a lunatic asylum.

This asylum has a high-walled grid and is equipped with a guard with a hand gun. Any patient who wants to escape from the room they are staying will be corona, tied up and beaten into an idiot, and finally thrown into a single room, curled up in the corner and shivered.

Gu Zheng's consciousness did not suddenly recover. In the past few days, he first felt that he was locked up, and then he slowly learned about his bad situation through the people and things around him, as well as the environment he was in.

He is now a mentally ill, and embarrassingly, he seems to have completely lost his memory.

Apart from the name on his chest, he couldn't even remember where he came from or what he did. He had no impression of his parents, brothers, friends, wife, lovers, etc. But this morning, someone suddenly approached him while the wind was being released.

"I'm Mojina."

Gu Zheng thought for a long time, but was not sure about knowing the man from Su Guo who was tall and deep in front of him. The man asked again: "How do you feel today?"

“It’s quite sunny.”

Mojina observed for a while and said quietly: "Today is the 24th day you come in. As agreed, I will return the things you handed over to you."

Gu Zheng thought it was something special, but not long after he returned to the ward, Mojina sent a bread with butter.

He is the chef of this crazy asylum, but the bread is really hard to make.

And the phone number that could not be seen clearly was hidden in the bread.

When Mojina came back to collect the plate, he also argued, "This may be the group phone number, but it was like this when you gave it to me."

Gu Zhengxin said that I believe in your evil spirit. I will give you this set of disabled numbers to leave yourself a brain teaser?

"How did I come in?"

"Poisoning!" Mojina added: "Thallium poisoning."

"Who did it?"

"I don't know! You're drooling when you come in and you're confused."

"Who sent me in?"

"I don't know! You told me when you would come in. Didn't you send yourself in?"

Gu Zheng gave him a blank look, he was crazy!

"Can I leave?"

"No! This is lifelong care. Once the diagnosis is issued, you can't get out."

"But I'm not sick! I'm normal, as you can see!"

"In the eyes of doctors, every mental patient feels that he is normal. Don't do stupid things. The more you want to go out, the less you can't go out. There is no human rights here!"

When Mojina wanted to say something else, suddenly the sound of footsteps came from the corridor. While making a phone call, a guard knocked on the iron door of the passing ward with the rubber baton in his hand. He turned a corner and saw Mojina pushing the dining cart by his way.

Gu Zheng took a look at the guard's cell phone at a glance, which was something he had to get.

So he put some sub-scheming in a little bit.

There were six people living in this ward, three of whom looked dementia-free. They only looked up at the blue sky outside the iron window, drooling and wondering what they were thinking. Mojina said that he used to be like this, just like a useless person. There were two others who had some consciousness and could talk, but they were all stupid words.

Among them is a middle-aged fat man named Kafka. You can't call him his name, you have to call him Prince, otherwise he will crush him like a heavy tank and punch and kick him.

What the prince said most was that he had an arsenal in Yadi Mai, claiming to own the entire underground arms market in the Middle East. He was a ruthless man who dared to sell atomic bombs. The reason he came in was because one day he tried to explode a nuclear bomb of 50 million equivalents at his house, which was shock waves and turned into a concussion. After that, he was sent here by his family.

The reason Gu Zheng chose him was because this guy looked stupid and had flesh and was smashed.

He called the prince to his side, then gave him a piece of leftover butter bread. Then he pressed his head and hit the iron door.

"Do!" The iron door was shaking.

"Well!" Another moment, the floor was shaking.

"Do!" The third time, the house was shaking.

A thick layer of ashes fell from the roof, falling on the prince's blood-flowing head. Another person in the ward who could speak screamed on the spot, "Kill! The policeman killed!"

When the guard passing by outside the door opened the door, he saw the prince lying on the ground, blood flowing. The other four faced the iron window, with their backs facing the door, and one was curled up at the corner of the bed, covering their mouths and trembling.

"Who did it?"

No one speaks.

The guard knocked on the iron rack bed with a "double" and asked loudly: "Who did it!"

The four people who were staring blankly at the window turned their heads silently. Gu Zheng was drooling, laughing, then raised his hand and pointed at the frightened patient on the bed.

The other three were putting their hands on the bed, and they also extended their hands and pointed at the one on the bed...

The unlucky guy was knocked into a pig's call by two batons. When he was dragged out by someone, Gu Zheng also took the trouble to get what he wanted - the mobile phone that was hustled in his pocket by the guard.

But facing this phone number that cannot be seen clearly, even if you get this phone, it will be useless.

Gu Zheng had no choice but to try it from 000.

I tried until 233.

"Hello, do you know Gu Zheng?"

"I don't know..."

The phone hung up.

Gu Zheng sighed and wanted to continue trying, but the phone ran out of power.

It's like a kite flying in the air, flying, suddenly the line breaks.

Gu Zheng opened the back cover of his phone and soaked it in the toilet. Although he didn't know why he did this, he subconsciously told him that he had to do this. If he didn't do this, he would die of obsessive-compulsive disorder in the next second.
Chapter completed!