(MTL) Welcome to the Nightmare Live

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===Chapter 136 Ping An Sanatorium No. 043 Intellectual Disability...===

Chapter 136

It seems that this copy should be a mental hospital.

The straitjacket was completely unable to break free from the inside, and Wen Jianyan quickly gave up trying.

He turned his head to look outside the iron railing.

It was pitch black within the line of sight, vehicles full of stench and meaningful noise, swaying and driving in the night, completely unable to see the road clearly.

Wen Jianyan withdrew his gaze and looked around in the car.

Since his body and neck were firmly fixed, his field of vision was very narrow, and he couldn't see the whole car clearly, nor could he tell who was his teammate.

I thought yellow hair would be the easiest to distinguish, but...

Wen Jianyan scanned the hairs of various colors in the distance, and couldn't help sighing.

Unexpectedly, in this car, the number of black hair will be the least.

As time passed, after the vibration of the engine, the bus stopped slowly and the doors opened.

Laughing, babbling, yelling, the noise was loud and noisy, and the mental patients in restraint uniforms were dragged up from their seats one by one, driving away the car like livestock.

Wen Jianyan followed the flow of people towards the bus.

In the thick ink-like night, an old gray-white building appeared in front of my eyes. It was a pointed Gothic building with a huge cross on the top. It looked a bit old-fashioned and had a large area. The peeling wall skin is covered with creepers, and each window is extremely narrow, sealed tightly with mottled iron railings.

Soon, the mentally ill were herded into the building.

Wen Jianyan was pushed and pushed towards him, while he was quickly analyzing the current situation in his mind.

This copy is very different from several other copies.

First of all, as mental patients, their range of activities and things they can touch are all very limited, and it is almost impossible to use mobile phones like several copies.

That is to say, whether it is point exchange or instance form, there may be some changes.

Through the entrance, the hall is spacious and gloomy, and the air is filled with an unpleasant smell of disinfectant.

Not far away, you can see a long, dark corridor and an activity room at the end of the corridor.

Lively and brisk music sounded from between the iron railings, and through the narrow gaps, many figures in blue and white hospital clothes could be seen.

Someone stood tightly against the iron railing, the flesh on his face was deeply squeezed, his deformed and crazy eyes fell on the slowly moving team, and he let out a creepy laugh.

"Damn, this is too infiltrating."

An anchor walking beside Wen Jianyan said in a low voice, looking away with lingering fear.

Wen Jianyan glanced at him calmly.

According to what he has observed so far, there are quite a few anchors in this instance. The anchors accounted for almost half of the mental patients transported from the bus this time, otherwise the team would not have run so smoothly.