Chapter 702: Goodbye that pattern

The car was heading towards the mental hospital. On the way, Zhang Yong had many questions to ask, but when he saw Fang Ming closed his eyes, and his friend Lao Xu shook his head at him, he could only suppress the curiosity in his heart. .
The reason why Xu Fuhao didn’t let Zhang Yong ask was that the moment when the window just rolled down, he noticed that Mr. Fang’s eyes were only a glance at the villa, his pupils contracted, and his face appeared. An unbelievable color before speaking.
Who is Fang Xian? In Mr. Xu Fuhao’s mind, Mr. Fang is a master. A master would even show such an expression. That only shows that this villa may really have a big secret, so big Mr. Fang feels that things are a bit big.
Therefore, at this time, Mr. Fang must not be disturbed. What Mr. Fang said should be followed.
Half an hour later, before the car came to the psychiatric hospital, Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital, this is an industrial zone in the suburbs, with a two-meter high wall, there is a power grid on it, and both sides are barren open spaces.
Zhang Yong had already made a phone call with the psychiatric hospital on the way, so the car drove directly into the hospital, and several medical staff were already waiting there [笔趣阁520www.biquge520.co].
"boss Zhang."
The leader was a middle-aged man in his forties. He did not wear a white coat and a formal dress like other doctors. He shook hands with Zhang Yong eagerly.
"Mr. Fang, this is Dean Xu of the hospital."
After Zhang Yong and Xu Rui greeted each other, they introduced it to Fang Ming, because his nephew was locked in this hospital, and Zhang Yong had heard of some rumors in the psychiatric hospital. It's been a good time, so in order to make his nephew less suffering, Zhang Yong gave this hospital a lot of money, so for the hospital he is the main father.
"Mr. Fang is good."
Xu Rui saw Zhang Yongfang's attitude as a young man with such respect, and he was a little puzzled, but his face did not show up, and he was still eager to say hello.
"President Xu, can you arrange for me to meet my nephew." Zhang Yong received Fang Ming's expression and said directly to the door.
"I'm afraid this is a bit difficult now."
Xu Rui's face appeared hesitant. When he saw Zhang Yong's sinking face, he immediately explained: "It's like this, Zhang Hao's spirit has been unstable, so our hospital specially found him a separate ward, But in order to fear that he would commit self-harm, doctors are preparing to inject him with tranquilizers."
If he changed to a general mental patient, Xu Rui had already let the doctor directly stun him, but Zhang Yong gave so much money that his nephew could not be treated as rudely as a general mental patient.
"It's okay, you just take us there."
Seeing Zhang Yong's determination, Xu Rui didn't insist anymore. They didn't abuse Zhang Hao anyway. They led the way ahead and walked toward the inpatient department at the back.
The psychiatric hospital is divided into a treatment building and an inpatient building, which are separated by a wire fence, and in front of the inpatient building is an empty playground. This is a place for patients to take a walk and rest. Xu Rui took Fang Ming and others to the inpatient department At the time, there were several male doctors around.
Those mental patients saw someone coming and wanted to be close, but after seeing the male doctors, their faces were all showing fear, and they all retreated.
Seeing the behavior of these mental patients, Fang Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't say anything. He could imagine that these mental patients should not be beaten by these doctors on weekdays, so even if the spirit is already chaotic Yes, but because of physical pain, the subconscious will stay away from these doctors.
Fang Ming doesn't know what to say about this phenomenon. This is not his responsibility. Every line has the difficulty of each line. When you are faced with a crazy and disobedient person, will there also be irritable emotions?
Replacing it, if you don’t deter these mental patients, where the hospital’s manpower is managed, a mental patient must go to four or five doctors together. This hospital has at least dozens of patients, and it must be equipped with hundreds. Doctors?
Inpatient building!
Under the leadership of Xu Rui, Fang Ming and his team soon came to the separate ward. The ward was very simple. The four white walls contained a chair and a table. In addition, there was only one bed. At the moment, a patient was curling up on the bed, because he was facing away from the door, so he could not see his face clearly.
One of the doctors opened the door, and the next few doctors walked in carefully, but Zhang Hao, who was lying on the bed, was motionless, as if he didn't notice anyone coming in.
"Ahao."
Zhang Yong couldn't help shouting, but Zhang Hao on the bed was still unresponsive.
"Mr. Zhang, Zhang Hao's spirit is extremely chaotic. He can't remember his identity at all. He also said that he is a god. Look at the paintings on the wall."
Xu Rui knows Zhang Hao very well. After all, there is a gold father behind Zhang Hao, and along the finger of Xu Rui, Zhang Yong and others also noticed that the wall of the bed was full Pattern, and at the very center of this pattern is a person, the person who sees the bright red color is dazzling.
"Mr. Zhang, don’t get me wrong. This is the red paint we made, because Zhang Hao often goes crazy, but if he paints him, he will be quiet, so we provided him with paint and brushes, but Zhang Hao didn’t like it. Use a brush instead of drawing directly with your finger."
Hearing Xu Rui's explanation, Zhang Yong's face looked better, and several doctors were about to step forward to wake Zhang Hao, but was stopped by Fang Ming.
Fang Ming stopped the actions of several doctors and walked directly towards the bed. Xu Rui on the side said with some concern: "Zhang Hao now has intermittent symptoms. This Mr. Fang may be dangerous if he approaches."
"President Xu is relieved that Mr. Fang will be fine." Xu Fuhao was not worried at all. Just kidding, would an expert like Mr. Fang be hurt by a mental patient? Possible things.
Approaching Zhang Hao, when Fang Ming came to the bed, Zhang Hao, who was still curled up, suddenly reacted. The whole person rolled over suddenly, and a pale and sick face stared at Fang Ming like that. The eyeballs were glowing with red silk. If you change to another person, you must be shocked, but Fang Ming's expression did not change, but her brows frowned.
"They are coming, they are dying, they are all dying."
However, Zhang Hao's grinning expression didn't last for a few seconds. Suddenly, his hands clasped his head, and the whole person curled up into a ball. The several male doctors who were about to start aside were slightly relieved.
"Who are they?"
Fang Ming looked at Zhang Hao and said softly, "Zhang Hao, looked at my eyes and told me, who are they?"
His voice seemed to have a magical power. Zhang Hao really raised his head, and his blood-stained eyes stared at Fang Ming so desperately, and Fang Ming was also looking at Zhang Hao's eyes at the moment. In those bloodshot eyes, he saw a familiar look.
He had seen this kind of look not long ago. The old grandma of Qiao's family had such a look when they were killed. It was a desperate fear.
In the confrontation with Fang Ming, Zhang Hao's eyes slowly calmed down, and his mouth began to murmur, "They, they are reincarnated..."
boom!
However, at this moment, a sound suddenly came from outside the ward, which made Zhang Hao's body tremble, his head shrank back again, and his hands protected his head, curling up like a turtle on the corner of the bed.
Fang Ming also looked a little ugly. He just used the technique to calm down Zhang Hao's soul, prompting Zhang Hao to be happy and alert, and seeing that he was about to succeed, but in the end he was defeated.
"You guys go out and see."
Dean Xu directed towards several doctors, the male doctors immediately went out, and Fang Ming intended to reapply, and continued to shout: "Zhang Hao, look at my eyes..."
It was just this time that Zhang Hao did not raise his head anymore, and even lifted the quilt on the bed directly. Under the quilt was a pool of bright red liquid, not his blood, but the red paint.
Zhang Hao put his hand directly on the paint, and then took the hand covered with paint to paint again on the wall. Xu Rui wanted to stop it, but Fang Ming raised his hand and motioned to Xu Rui and others should not act rashly, but he is staring at the painting Zhang Hao made at the moment.
The painting is very random, and even abstract. Zhang Hao's hand is constantly drawing circles, there is no logic at all, but Zhang Yong and others do not understand why Fang Ming takes it so seriously.
Circles, cross combinations, densely packed like a ball, people who watch carefully lie, but Fang Ming is a look of relish.
No one noticed that when drawing, Zhang Hao's expression was very calm, without a little mania, and even his eyes were restored to clarity, and the bloodshot lines subsided.
However, when Zhang Hao stopped painting halfway, Fang Ming immediately said at this moment: "Zhang Hao, come on, continue to paint."
Fang Ming was very concerned about the pattern drawn by Zhang Hao, because this pattern was originally found in the head of Qiao’s grandmother, but the pattern in Qiao’s grandmother’s head was already destroyed, and now Zhang Hao restored the pattern again.
The painting is half done. Intuition tells Fang Ming that if the pattern is fully revealed, he will discover a secret that may be related to the most mysterious longevity and reincarnation.
At the beginning of the Qiao's house, with the death of the Qiao's grandmother, the clue was completely cut off, and Fang Ming could only regret to give up, but he did not expect that Zhang Hao could come back to this secret again, such a good opportunity This time he will never give up.