"Zombies? It doesn't seem to be. After all, that kind of thing belongs to urban legends. Anyway, I have books with records about the past and the next millennium, but I haven't seen anything like zombies." After Lin Lan heard it, he squinted his eyes and fell into deep thought, remembering what the golden man had said to him. "Then, Mr. Ryujo, since it is an urban legend, do you know someone who likes to delve into this kind of thing, or someone who has fallen into a bewilderment?" "Is this... probably, but it's in a mental hospital. Lin Lan heard it, held Long Cheng's hand, and said hastily. "If that's the case! Can you let the two of us meet?" "Meet me? Do you want to meet a mental patient? I don't know what I'm muttering all the time, it's quite scary. Seeing Lin Lan's firm attitude, Longcheng sighed helplessly, and put the letter in Lin Lan's hand. "The dean is my friend, and I will greet him in advance when you leave later, so you can go there with confidence. Lin Lan turned and left after hearing this, and went to the address of the mental hospital given by Longcheng.
After nearly ten minutes, Lin Lan rushed to the front of the mental hospital, and suddenly found that there seemed to be something protecting the mental hospital. 887 Lin Lan walked in, thinking it was a group of crazy people, at this moment Lin Lan was stunned. The so-called patients in front of them were all reading books, and some of them didn't even wear hospital gowns. Lin Lan felt a little strange, at this time the dean came out with a smile. "You are Comrade Lin Lan." Seeing the dean, Lin Lan also smiled and stretched out his hand, held the dean's hand and asked. "Where is the person that Dragon City said was locked up?" "Ah! That, it's in that room, just go there, but be careful, this guy has a very weird temper, and he will even attack and visit his own people casually. Lin Lan felt a little numb when he heard it. After all, seeing these guys, he already felt something was wrong. Lin Lan gently opened the door of the man's room. The man turned his head gloomyly and saw Lin Lan. "Your breath? Something is wrong." Hearing that the other party could speak so smoothly, Lin Lan backed away with some fear. The man smiled and turned on the light beside him, while the wallpaper behind him was countless zombies. "Damn it! Don't you feel infiltrated?" "Infiltrating? I kind of like them." "like?" Lin Lan's inner defense collapsed at this moment, wondering if the man was teasing him. At this moment, Lin Lan noticed that the golden pestle pinned to his waist had disappeared, and looked at the man suddenly. "Wow, Magical Item, are you a zombie catcher?"
"No, I was the one who was forced to come and catch them, and I didn't really think about coming." Hearing this, the man fell into deep thought, watched Lin Lan silently, and finally put his hand on his shoulder. "Well...it is indeed a supernatural person, but you have no way at all, how can you catch them, otherwise, you pay some money, I will go with you, I am very strong "No, no, I can't believe you." The man heard that Lin Lan didn't believe him, so he lay on the bed and said lightly. "Go slowly and don't send them off. Since you don't believe my words, then you can get out. Anyway, I don't want to take the risk of catching them. After all, I have caught many, many when I was young." When Lin Lan heard it, he just felt a little unclear in his heart, so he didn't know why the man would tell himself like this. The man noticed that Lin Lan just stared at him blankly, sighed helplessly, and sat up. "Get out! Take your Magical Item!" The golden pestle ruthlessly stuck in the corner of Lin Lan's eyes, and Lin Lan also clenched his fist tightly at this moment. "good." After speaking, Lin Lan pulled out the golden pestle from the wall, and finally left here. Seeing Lin Lan leaving, the man (ceab) laughed and sat up. "I wanted to find you, the hit person, but I had to use this attitude to force you to leave, after all, it took me a long time to stabilize my character design. Lin Lan walked and raised the golden pestle, but he didn't know when there was an extra pendant on the golden pestle, but he couldn't pull it out. Lin Lan sighed helplessly and did not continue to study, when the dean came over. "What? Did it fail?" "Yes, that guy's temper is so weird, I can't accept it." The dean explained with a helpless laugh. "Yes, that guy seems to have a huge problem with his personality, sometimes he's fine, sometimes he's just crazy, that's why he was imprisoned there. At this time, Lin Lan suddenly looked at the crowd at the side, and stretched out his hand in doubt. "So, are they mentally ill too?" "No, it's the autistic geniuses whose parents couldn't understand them, let alone understand them, and finally I adopted them. Hearing about the adoption, Lin Lan asked in surprise. "Since it's adoption, what is your source of income?" "Huh? I'm a member of the army, ah, forget it, let me show you." At this time, the dean pulled off his own clothes, and countless scars appeared in front of Lin Lan's eyes. "This is the scar of honor I got on the battlefield back then, and the money I earned is enough to support them for a lifetime."
Lin Lan found that there seemed to be a little regret in the dean's eyes, and asked with a smile. "Could it be that you actually felt guilty about some things, so you did this kind of thing?" The dean was stunned, turned his head to look at Lin Lan in front of him, smiled helplessly, and nodded slightly. "Yes, my children died on the battlefield. If I didn't think I could protect them, they wouldn't have died. I haven't had any confidence since then." Lin Lan heard it, smiled helplessly, put it on the dean's shoulder and said. "A person will do a lot of wrong things in his life, just move forward step by step" After speaking, Lin Lan disappeared in place, and the dean smiled helplessly. Lin Lan returned to his home, picked up the golden pestle and began to observe carefully. "What the hell is this thing that looks like Eight Trigrams? No, there may be fluctuations in it. Lin Lan threw it away violently, but nothing happened. "Or am I being too cautious? After all, I don't have the feeling of trusting the little golden man or the psychopath." Lin Lan picked up the golden pestle, and at the same time the TV behind Lin Lan rang. .