Chapter 668: Cut off

Chapter 668
At ten o'clock in the evening, the mental hospital has entered the break time.
A figure strolled freely in the corridor.
He went down the stairs and came to the gate on the first floor.
The moonlight window shone on his face, and it was the middle-aged man talking to himself during the day.
At the door stood a female nurse who delivered medicine in the morning and two guards.
"I'm out for a walk." The middle-aged man smiled.
"Yes, master!" The three mental hospital staff simultaneously bowed their heads to the middle-aged man.
Then he opened the door of the mental hospital and watched the middle-aged man go out.
Their eyes were wide, but there was no anger.
"What a beautiful moonlight... It took a lot of thought." The middle-aged man glanced at the moon and wandered out of the hospital to the middle of the street.
"Didi!" The harsh whistle sounded, and the light of two car lights covered the middle-aged man.
He slowly turned his head and looked in the direction of the car.
A green taxi came galloping in.
"Didi!" The opponent whistled continuously.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise.
The middle-aged man was knocked into flight.
The taxi braked sharply, and the driver got out of the car in a panic and ran to the middle-aged man.
The driver's head was blank.
Hit someone!
I hit someone!
But... he was surprised to find that there was no trace of blood on the ground.
The person who was hit into the air was grinning at him.
The driver's brain was shaken, and his vision instantly became rigid.
"Let's go...send me to the Dynasty Bar." The middle-aged man stood up and Shi Shiran got into the back seat of the taxi.
"Yes!" The driver nodded stiffly, got into the car stiffly, and started the car stiffly.
Street lights and neon lights flashed on the windows of the car, and the middle-aged man’s eyes remained outside the car.
"These illusions..." The man sighed and asked suddenly, "What have you done wrong? Say it now."
The driver in front of him looked stupid and slowly said: "One year ago today, I pulled a woman out of the bar in the middle of the night. She was drunk, and then I drove her to a remote place..."
"Anymore?"
"A year and a half ago, a passenger's bag landed in my car with a cancer diagnosis certificate and 100,000 yuan, which should be life-saving money. I did not return it to him, but replaced it with a new car."
"Oh... I see! The man who lost the money died in a month." The middle-aged man was expressionless, as if life and death were irrelevant.
The taxi arrived at the door of the bar, and the middle-aged man opened the door.
Before he got out of the car, he said to the driver indifferently: "Add two things together and you can die."
"Yes!" the driver said seriously.
After the middle-aged man got out of the car, the driver stepped on the accelerator and the car rushed out like crazy.
"Boom!" The front of the taxi directly hit the outer wall of the building in front.
The flame ignited instantly.
The few pedestrians around shouted aside.
"Boom!" The taxi exploded violently.
The driver failed to escape, and Sharan was surrounded by flames.
The middle-aged man only glanced back, then nodded, stretched out his hand and stroked the void in front of him at random, and stepped into the bar.
When passing through the corridor of blurred colors, the surface of the mental hospital gown on the middle-aged man flashed with a layer of light, and the brilliant colors rolled from the ankles and quickly rolled over the whole body.
When he appeared inside the bar, his face had returned to his twenties, and he was wearing fashionable casual clothes.
He went straight to the bar and sat down.
"Handsome guy, can you buy me a glass of wine?" A woman in red with heavy make-up came over, with a pick at the corner of her mouth. Funny smile.
I have to say that after the middle-aged man regains his youth, he can still beat this face.
"Are you sure you want me to invite you?" The man slowly turned his head to lock the woman in red's eyes.
"Of course." The woman smiled, "If you invite me to drink, I will give you a surprise."
"Well, bartender, help this lady make a glass of Bloody Mary." The man said calmly.
"Huh? How did you know that I like Bloody Mary?" The woman was surprised.
The corner of the man's mouth curled slightly: "You'll know in a while."
"Madam, your wine." The bartender handed a glass of Bloody Mary to the woman.
But the man stretched out his hand and cut it off, took a bite to his lips before handing it to the woman.
"Yeah, I can't tell, the handsome guy is quite good at playing, let me eat your lips?" The woman is a nightclub veteran, and this kind of nonsense is not shy.
She took the cocktail and drank slowly, her eyes swept up and down at the man in front of her, the more she looked at it, the more she loved it.
This little boy needs to have a good shape, a figure and a figure...Go on. The bed must be exciting.
I don't know what's going on, but thinks that a large number of women are groggy after drinking a cocktail.
The man grabbed her waist and whispered, "Are you okay?"
"Excellent!" The woman exhaled a sip of alcohol, then grabbed the man's neck and said in a low voice, "I suddenly want to go to the bathroom, you send me!"
If you are an experienced night player, you know, it means you are successful.
People who do firewood and fire often go on fire in the restroom of the bar.
Except for a small number of people who go to the bar to buy drunk in the evening, they are all about things that cannot be said.
They are all foxes for thousands of years.
The man was expressionless and helped the woman to the bathroom.
When passing by a few tables, the male guests cast envious eyes at the man.
Take a look at others, and this will succeed.
People are more angry than people.
"Little handsome guy, what...what's your name? Tell my sister." The woman almost put her whole person on the man.
"Luo Yan."
"The name is so handsome..."
The woman was so tired and crooked that Luo Yan came to the bathroom door, squeezed the door open with her body, and pulled Luo Yan into it.
Two other men and women happened to pass by the door, and it didn't matter to see this scene.
"Come..." The woman opened an empty compartment, pulling Luo Yan and going inside.
Luo Yan shook off her hand coldly.
"Today is your death date, go all the way well." Luo Yan said coldly.
"Ah? What did you say?" A trace of clarity flashed in the woman's eyes.
"Half a year ago, you found a fortune teller to look at you, and it cost two thousand yuan." Luo Yan expressionlessly, "When you went out, you tripped and drove a car against your head. In the past, a little girl who was crossing the road was killed."
The woman shuddered, and she woke up most of the time.
"How...how do you know?" The woman pointed at Luo Yan and said in a trembled voice.
"I hate someone like you who breaks the rules!" Luo Yan waved his hand, as if driving away a few flies, then turned and left.
"My death date?" The woman was taken aback, and then laughed.
"I thought it was a sentimental... I didn't expect it to be a neuropathy." The woman curled her lips, turned and walked into the cubicle to release the water.
But the high-heeled shoes were horribly wrong, and the woman exclaimed, losing her balance and falling down.
"Boom!"
"Crack!"
The neck was on the edge of the toilet and broke instantly.
The woman twitched a few times, and red blood overflowed from her mouth.
His head tilted and he died.