Chapter 1118

He treats bumping people as a game.

Like a child whose mind stops at about ten years old and has no social consciousness at all.

There was no panic for him to bump into someone.

If someone instructs him, it's a game to cheat him into bumping into Xiao Jinhan, and give him sweetness afterwards.

This is more convincing.

But the one who can make a madman obedient and direct him is either lured by attracting his interest or the one closest to him.

All this is Tang Yaoyao's conjecture.

Looking at the convulsive madman, he didn't even have basic consciousness, and lived in his own world all day.

I don't know what his spiritual world is like. I don't know what pain is.

But at the moment, he is suffering from epilepsy, and his face is pale. In the eyes of normal people, he is extremely self abased and afraid.

Tang Yaoyao sat on a chair waiting for the madman to wake up.

"Miss, he has no nationality. He found an abandoned ticket on him."

The flight route is the same as theirs, probably going abroad recently.

It could be the same gang that set up my father.

And what kind of role does this lunatic play.

Chess pieces?

"I can't find out why, so I have to let him go." Tang Yaoyao said.

Jiang Ci was stunned: "Miss, we have a hard time finding..."

"Let it go. He's a mental patient. What he said may not be true."

Of course, she's not stupid. It's obviously this person who did it. Grab a pair.

She wanted to see who did it behind the scenes.

Tang Yaoyao is very firm. Jiang CI can only listen to her. When the madman wakes up, he will be released.

A few hours later, the madman woke up.

His hands were not tied, his feet were not tied, and there was no one around.

He looked at the hands of freedom, laughing, but also with his fingers to pick a nostril, like a man, skipping away from the steel plant.

Although he is not in his mind, he seems to know the way and go back as he came.

While walking, I picked wild flowers from the roadside.

He was holding a bunch of flowers in his hand and smiling on his face.

It was the most sincere smile of a mental patient.

Winding around, the madman finally came to the sidewalk, there were pedestrians passing by.

And he from the wide sidewalk, a corner, and to the narrow road.

The road is full of old houses, densely lined up, looks dilapidated, should be the old city.

Or migrant workers' building.

Into this kind of poor place, there will be a dividing line, an arch.

And there are a lot of trash cans on the side of the arch.

It's like no one has collected garbage for a long time. The garbage is piled up and spilled out of the bucket, surrounded by stinky waste.

Mosquitoes in the air around, especially messy.

The madman walked into the slum with a bunch of wild flowers.

He just passed by and a basin of dirty water splashed at his feet.

The housewife looked at the madman in disgust and scolded: "Psycho, don't walk around my door, bad luck!"

The madman was obviously a little afraid, holding the bouquet carefully, drooping his head, passing by her door.

The housewife snorted and went into her sparrow house with a basin.

All the people here seem to know the madman, and they all have a look of disgust and contempt, as if it's dirty to say one more word with him.

The madman is timid and weak. His IQ stays at about 10 years old. He looks a bit dull and shivering, which is different from the man who hit Xiao Jin Han.

Until no one on the road, no one scolded him, he just straightened up and walked forward.

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