The Death Knell

As the doctors' eyes became increasingly fanatical, the questions they asked became less and less interesting.

For example:

"Have you ever killed someone in your dream? That person also said something like he was you?"

"Dr. Black, are you hungry now? Do you have a particular favorite food? Like...people?"

"When you talk to someone, do you step with your left foot first or your right foot first? Or do you feel like you have another leg?"

...

Loki felt that these mortals were as annoying as flies, and many of the questions simply insulted his IQ, but Thor, who was invisible at the side, was still watching. He couldn't just kill all these people.

He could only smile and answered each question.

At the same time, the doctors were all drawing wildly on the medical records. When he answered, they would draw excitedly for a long time with their faces flushed. Soon there was not enough paper, and the oldest one took out a paper from his chest. Take a bottle of medicine and take a few pills.

After about two hours, the questioning ended. The doctors all seemed to have been through a big battle, wiping the sweat from their heads and panting heavily.

It was the old expert who could keep his composure the best. He smiled and shook hands with the fake Thor: "The inquiry is almost completed. We need to go out and summarize the conclusions. Please wait patiently."

"I'm normal, I'm sure, without any mental illness."

Loki, who looked like Thor, answered like this. He crossed his legs very confidently, casually pulled his long hair behind his ears, and smoothed it a few times with his fingers.

It's really inconvenient to transform into Thor. His hair is messy and not as smooth as his own.

The veteran expert wanted to record something on the spot, but he held it back, nodded with a smile, and took the doctors away to the next room for a meeting.

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"No less than Columbus discovered America, we saw a miracle today!" The young doctor was the most excited. He kept swallowing his saliva: "One hundred and six species, God! I never thought that human beings could divide into so many. Such a personality!"

The old expert sat back at his desk, took out a lighter that had not been used for several years from his desk with trembling hands, and asked someone to borrow a cigarette. With the power of nicotine, he really calmed down.

"No, it's one hundred and seven. Didn't you see his movements when we finally parted with him? It was very feminine. I finally understand how the more than one hundred personalities were born."

"Is it to protect her?" The bald doctor wearing glasses also understood and slammed his fist on his palm: "The patient may have had gender cognitive disorder since he was a child, so another masculine personality was born to disguise him, making him more In line with society’s mainstream gender perceptions.”

"But in this case, there is a male personality and a female personality, and they may fall in love with each other." Another professor with a serious face said, and put forward a hypothesis: "Then the remaining personalities are the descendants of these two. "We may be the first team to discover that the personalities of people with schizophrenia mate with each other, leading to new split personalities."

The old expert nodded, then shook his head. The midday sun shone in from the window, leaving a patch of light on the desk.

He rubbed his temples. He was old and his energy was not as good as that of young people. After being excited, he was the first to feel empty.

He reached out and knocked on the table to signal everyone to quiet down:

"We'll talk about the research topic later. What we need to do now is to admit the patient to the hospital and keep him under strict supervision. Some of these more than a hundred personalities are very dangerous, and there are even several personalities that are suspected of being serial killers. Our main The purpose is to treat illnesses and save people, do you understand? Each of his personalities has different mental illnesses, and this is what we need to pay attention to."

The bald doctor seemed to have been awakened to his belief as a doctor, and he agreed with a serious face: "Yes, Dean, he is sick, and he is very sick. He must be admitted to the hospital for lifelong treatment."

"Yes, as long as you enter a mental hospital, you must be sick. As medical staff, we need a pair of eyes that are good at discovery..."

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Loki was still waiting to be released without any symptoms, but the caregivers in the room were called out.

"Can you really be let go like this?" the invisible Thor asked in a low voice.

"Don't worry, it's very safe. You see, I behave exactly like an ordinary human being. They have no reason to imprison me." Loki was full of confidence.

The caregivers came back soon with a full set of equipment, including a ball ball, a restraint, an upright stroller, a belt, and more.

They rolled up their sleeves and greeted Loki without saying a word.

"Let me go! I'm not sick! I kill..." Loki struggled. He originally wanted to use magic to kill all these people, but he felt a line of sight: "I am the son of Odin! How dare you be rude to me?!"

The reason for the temporary change of words was that a crow landed on the outer edge of the window sill of the conference room and looked at him with its head tilted.

This bird is Odin's spy.

You can't expose your magic, and you can't kill people at will. It seems that you can only find a way to escape in the dead of night.

He was instantly docile.

The nurses didn't know the reason. Anyway, they just tied the person up and sent him to the ward. One of them, an Asian, laughed and said, "If you were the son of Odin, I would still be the Jade Emperor, so take over!"

He gave Loki the ball of his mouth.

"Uh-huh!"

Loki screamed, but it was of no use, because the moment he discovered that the crow appeared, his divine power seemed to be blocked, and he was trapped on the earth.

Without divine power, he is worse than Thor. At least the elder brother still has enough strength, but Loki is not.

In this way, both of them were locked up in a completely airtight black room. In fact, Thor, who was invisible, could take the opportunity to slip away, but he would not abandon his brother!

So after the magic effect wore off, the two brothers stared at each other in the darkness of the ward.

"well......"

"well......"

No one knew what to say. They looked at each other for a long time and could only sigh.

"We won't be trapped here until Ragnarok, right?" Thor scratched his hair and sat down next to Loki in distress.

Loki tried to release magic, but only the frost spells could create a little snowflake, and all others were completely blocked by Odin.

The God King is the Immortal Palace, and the Immortal Palace is the God King. All the gods that exist dependent on him and the World Tree are under his control from beginning to end.

Even if Loki wanted to contact the Dimensional Demon God for help, the communication channel was cut off by Kama Taj's earth protection circle. Now he is calling the sky to be unresponsive and the earth to be unresponsive.

"It seems we have to wait and hope that the Three Warriors or Sif can come to save us."

Loki lowered his head and said, actually he knew that this was a long shot.

After all, Odin deliberately let himself be captured by humans, and everything, including himself, was part of his plan.

If you want to wait for those idiots to come to save people, there is probably no chance.

There is nothing you can do to save yourself now. Loki has never been in a situation without magic, so he has to think carefully...

At this moment, the wall of the room where the two of them were standing suddenly exploded, and bricks and dust instantly filled every corner. Various fragments of unknown objects hit the two of them, leaving holes. .

The two people, whose heads were buzzing, were considered experienced in many battles. When they felt danger, they immediately fell to the ground. Even so, their backs still hurt.

They could hardly see anything in the darkness and smoke. The irritating dust made them cough non-stop, and their heads sounded like they had been knocked by Mjolnir.

But a figure dancing samba stepped on the ruins and walked in, and a mean voice reached their ears:

"Good boy Thor, are you ready for a ride?"