Super Treasure Hunter

The father and son of the Pang family were a little bit shocked when they saw the middle of the week, but when they saw that their hands were tied in the middle of the week, they immediately became domineering.

"Aren't you dead?" Chen Mo looked at the father and son with a question.

The Pang family father and son looked at everyone's surprised eyes, and found great satisfaction in their hearts, and said mysteriously, "Guess?"

"Are you saved?"

"Can you come back from the dead?"

"You are not dead at all?"

Everyone's questions you asked me a word were all shook their heads. In the end, the Pang family father and son were really impatient, so they let those men hold Shan Junbo and drove them to a remote building in midweek. Before leaving, he smiled and waved to Zhou Zhongzhong: "When you come back alive, I will tell you the answer."

After a while, they noticed that the car had stopped in the middle of the week, and a group of people had been held captive. They pushed into the house. Jiawei noticed that once they got here, Shan Junbo became more frightened, even It can be said to be flinching.

While the black-clothed assassin went out to find someone, and the door was locked, Jiawei quickly rushed to Shan Junbo and went straight in: "You know where this is."

Shan Junbo looked at Jiawei and nodded helplessly: "I didn't expect to come back here at the end."

"Dad, where is this?" Shan Ying asked a little scared.

"Xiaoying, don't be afraid, it's okay." Shan Junbo patted Shan Ying on the shoulder and comforted with a soft voice. "This is a mental hospital. I have been locked up here for five years." Shan Junbo said affirmatively, "This A mental hospital is not simple, there must be a lot of power behind it."

The fat man looked at Zhou Zhong and asked, "Brother, what shall we do now?"

Zhou Zhong said: "Well, this hospital looks like it is not easy. Brother Shan is familiar with it. I will stay with him to find out. You will take advantage of the chaos."

"Take advantage of the chaos?" Chen Mo just wanted to ask how to take advantage of the chaos, so he struck him with a fist in the middle of the week, yelling as he hit.

"Lao Tzu's own business, you have to bring so many people into it, and deliberately have trouble with me?"

Chen Mo responded loudly as he accepted the move: "You tell me again? Nothing is wasting my time. Are you still reasonable?"

While doing the trick, he approached Chen Mo in midweek and whispered: "If you take them away, you said they were caught by mistake. Remember."

Then he pushed Chen Mo to the ground. Chen Mo wanted to make a move, so the fat guy stopped him: "What are you doing Chen Mo? How can you..."

The fat man was interrupted by Chen Mo if he wanted to say anything else: "Originally, we followed him today. He went down and didn't get it back. He also made us trapped here. Do you think he should be hit!"

The others looked at each other and seemed to understand what was going on, so they just calmed Chen Mo and turned a blind eye to Zhou Zhong and Shan Junbo. Two camps were clearly separated in the room.

After waiting for a while, someone came back and saw the mess in the room. They were very angry and furious: "Who did it?"

Chen Mo stood up at this time and asked angrily, "Why did you bring Xiaoye here? Are you not going to die?"

The visitor looked at Chen Mo's face and asked hesitantly: "You are?"

As soon as Chen Mo wanted to make up an identity, he heard the fat man stepping forward mysteriously and mysteriously hooking the man's back, walking aside to whisper, so Chen Mo remained in a rebellious posture, and his heart was completely at a loss.

Let's look at Fatty as a successful little brother. Before Chen Mo spoke, he immediately noticed Chen Mo's intentions and quickly joined the camp of nonsense.

"You don't even know him? He is the nephew of Chen Qingchen, chairman of Rongcheng Group, how did you do it?"

The person here is just a small director, but looking at Chen Mo's posture, he is obviously not a good person. "Then how did you get in?"

"Hey, this is not the one called Zhou Zhong. He robbed him of the woman he was fond of. He wanted to beat him violently. He didn't expect that he would be trapped here before he took the shot."

The fat man turned his head and waved his hand pretentiously, then turned his head and said to the director: "Don't blame me for not reminding you, this Chen Mo is not annoying."

The director shuddered when he heard Chen Mo's name. No one in Tianque City knew that Chen Mo was a living king, and no one dared to provoke him.

So the director walked up to Chen Mo with a smile on his face, and greeted him respectfully: "Young Master Chen, don't blame me. This is also an unintentional mistake. If there is nothing wrong with you, I will send you out?"

Chen Mo glanced at the director. Although he didn't have any feelings, he made the director cold and sweaty. He only thought that he had offended a big man. He swallowed his grievances in his stomach until Chen Mo and the others were far away. Then he was relieved. Ask the accompanying doctor to check them mid-week.

"Are you sick?" the accompanying doctor asked Zhou Zhong and Shan Junbo.

Before answering midweek, I listened to Shan Junbo's quick answer: "Yes."

The doctor glanced at him appreciatively, then looked at Zhou Zhong with kindness in his eyes, but suddenly his eyes changed because Zhou Zhong said, "No."

"Look at you, you are not as sensible as your companion." As he said, he took out an electric baton with the length of a small arm and poked it towards Zhou Zhong. Although Zhou Zhong did not feel pain, he still pretended to be corona. Past.

I woke up in the middle of the week and heard the doctor ask him: "Are you sick?"

This time the midweek compromise said: "I have"

So they were taken away again in the middle of the week. Looking around in the middle of the week, they found that there was one or a group of assailants in every room passing by. They wore white coats that rescued the wounded, but they did the job of fighting and killing.

While walking, Shan Junbo explained the "rules" of this mental hospital to Zhou Zhong.

"Can't say that I am not sick."

"Can't report to officials, and can't communicate with the outside world."

"The people who are found end up like them. Either die or be crazy."

Shan Junbo looked at the scenes in those rooms. The blood in some rooms had reached the corridor, and some "patients" had their tongues cut off, but they were still tortured endlessly.

"No one cares?" Silent anger was brewing in Zhou Zhong's eyes.

Shan Junbo smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Who would believe in a group of mental illnesses?"

In the middle of the week, they passed through the wailing and anger, and walked through the hells. Finally, they were taken to a dark and obscure room. There were about seven or eight people inside, watching Zhou Zhong and Shan Junbo come in. Just took a faint look, and then went on to work on his own affairs.

The person who brought them nodded in satisfaction, and then left. Only Zhou Zhong and Shan Junbo were left in the room, staring at the people.

Zhou Zhong smiled and asked: "Are you sick?"

As soon as these words came out, it was obvious that several people shivered in the middle of the week, and then they all nodded tremblingly and replied: "Yes."

In the middle of the week, I found a place to sit down with satisfaction, and smiled: "It seems that there is no disease. Then can anyone tell me what is going on with this broken hospital?"

For a long time, no one was speaking. After waiting for a while, someone shrank and said, "Are you not a spy?"

"What spy?"

"The dean sent us to test our spies!"

"What dean?"

Looking at the blank face in the middle of the week, it does not seem to be a fake. The people finally relax and tell that in the middle of the week, sometimes new patients will be sent to test their voices. Every time people who say they are not sick will be arrested. Some came back crazy, and some didn't come back at all.

"Then no one cares about you people? How do you get in if you are not crazy?"

"The people here are all social people who used to have a good face. They were sent here because they were framed by enemies or family conflicts. They signed a contract with the hospital. They didn't want to see you again regardless of life or death."

Looking at the blue sky outside the narrow iron window in the middle of the week, I thought: What a life or death, I don't want to see you again.

In the middle of the week they wanted to talk about something, they saw that the door of the ward was opened again, and a man with glasses came in and took away the middle of the week and Shan Junbo.