Shu Jingyu was not interested in escaping from the mental hospital. Fu Ping'an believed that this might be a sequelae caused by long-term medication. This person was depressed and had no interest in anything except understanding the problem, including freedom.

Fu Ping'an had no choice but to find Xin Zichao at a dinner time and asked him why the hospital had to lock a person who was sane.

"Waiting for me during the third update tonight." Xin Zi said mysteriously.

Fu Ping'an felt that he had been admitted to the mental hospital described by Hitchcock, full of mysterious and strange people and things. He sorted out the clues he had. This hospital must be under the organization, but it was not under the jurisdiction of the army. Instead, the armed police in the army uniform were responsible for security guards. The patients were not ordinary people, but their treatment methods were questionable. It is unknown whether they were treating the disease and saving people, or completing other tasks.

At night, Fu Ping'an tossed and turned, waiting until 0:00 in the middle of the night, Xin Zichao arrived as promised. Two people in hospital gowns walked through the corridor with full heating, and didn't feel cold when walking barefoot on the ground.

Xin Zichao took Fu Ping'an all the way to the right wing of the building. The locked iron fence gate was useless to him. This time Fu Ping'an didn't hear the strange sound last time.

The wards on the right wing are all iron doors, and there are two small windows on the iron door. The small windows on the upper are used for monitoring and dialogue. The small windows on the lower side are used to convey food and drink. All windows on the outside of the corridor are equipped with steel bar grids as thick as fingers. This is what a mental hospital should look like.

Xin Zichao walked to a door, opened the small window above, and it was pitch black inside, and a low male voice rang out: "What are you doing again?"

"Have you considered what I said last time?" Xin Zichao asked.

"Thank you, I don't have this plan," the voice said.

"The outside world is wonderful. Don't you want to go for a walk?" Xin Zichao was unwilling to give up.

"I've seen it, that's it."

"No, you haven't seen it. You are willing to fend for yourself, but you have never considered your family. You are still so young, just like a living dead. You are not responsible for yourself and life!" Xin Zichao no matter what the other party reacted, poured out his thoughts over, "I have planned it, just execute it, believe me, live again."

The voice was silent for a while. Fu Ping'an thought he was moved, but unexpectedly a slipper hit him, followed by a angrily scolding: "Get out quickly, don't affect my sleep!"

Xin Zichao shrugged and left, but did not go back to the left wing. Instead, he came to the empty kitchen, got two cups of hot cocoa, and asked Fu Ping'an to sit opposite him and told him the story of the person on the right wing.

"He is Zhang Wei, the rank of captain, nicknamed King of Hell. I won't talk about the specific troops. He was once the number one sniper in the army. He had a record of 100 snipers, had first-class merit, had ten years of military service, was injured and sick, and dealt with death all day long. In fact, he cherished life even more. Zhang Wei had a childhood sweetheart wife, pregnant with twins, but on the eve of Zhang Wei's father, a tragedy, to be precise, a car accident caused by drunk driving and racing took away the lives of his wife and children. One corpse and three lives, but the perpetrator was only slightly injured. Zhang Wei believed in the organization and the law, but the court only sentenced to probation. Those playboys were directly released from prison without even entering the detention center. So he went crazy. If a person like Zhang Wei was determined to retaliate against the society, it would cause disastrous consequences. The troops controlled him in time and sent him here..."

Fu Ping'an couldn't hear such a story the most and said angrily: "Is there any truth in nature? Is Zhang Wei still a man? Why don't you take revenge?"

Xin Zichao said: "He was destroyed by drugs, and his blood and impulse were suppressed by chemicals. A man is now Buddhist like an old castrated dog."

Fu Ping'an said: "What's going on with Shu Jingyu?"

Xin Zichao said: "Shu Jingyu was framed. The accident had nothing to do with him. He lived because of Superman's IQ. He kept him to calculate some models for someone."

Fu Ping'an said: "What model? Not an artificial sun?"

Xin Zichao said: "The artificial sun controllable nuclear fusion engineering is being done by the University of Science and Technology of China, and it has nothing to do with the troops. He is calculating the model of how to win at the card table by betting nine out of ten times."

Fu Ping'an was stunned. All this was far beyond his worst estimate. The 3374 Hospital was so dark.

"What about you, old squad leader, who are you now?" Fu Ping'an asked.

"I am me, I have always been me. It's time for you to go back, otherwise you will be suspicious when you check the rounds." Xin Zichao said, "Don't forget to wash the cup."

Fu Ping'an washed two cups and put them back in place. Just as he was about to go back, Xin Zichao suddenly asked him: "I heard that you have a good choice for rock climbing and diving?"

"It's okay to be born in a wild way." Fu Ping'an said.

"Go back to sleep." Xin Zichao nodded and patted Fu Ping'an on the shoulder, like a calm and powerful brother.

...

In the following days, everything was as usual. Shu Jingyu returned to his state and continued to solve the problem. Fu Ping'an continued to review his homework and played a guest assistant. It was not until the Spring Festival in 2011 that Xin Zichao said his plan, the code name: Flying over the Crazy Asylum.

In Xin Zichao's plan, they would take advantage of the relaxation of the hospital staff celebrating New Year's Eve and sneak away, and from now on, the sky is high and the sea is wide, letting me fly.

Fu Ping'an was a little hesitant. Although he had a sense of justice, he could not seem to be able to take such a big risk after careful calculations. Xin Zichao got him in one sentence.

"Do you really think you can get out in this life?" Xin Zichao's eyes seemed to be a normal person looking at a mentally retarded person.

"Okay, where is Shu Jingyu and Zhang Wei?" Fu Ping'an asked.

"Walk together, my biggest shortcoming is that I am soft-hearted and unwilling to abandon any friend." Xin Zichao said.

On February 2, on New Year's Eve, 3374 Hospital organized its own party activities, just like other units that cannot be had on holidays. The patients performed their own talents. It has to be said that the mental hospitals are full of talents, and their singing skills are no less than Jiang Dawei and Li Shuangjiang. The sketches are comparable to those of Benshan Fan Wei. However, tonight, Xin Zichao split into a honest and powerful man, and he can't show everyone a lively dance and singing. Fu Ping'an's singing skills are still a singing hero in college, so he can only be an audience on this stage.

Halfway through the party, the two patients started fighting and could only end. Those who were willing to watch TV continued to watch the Spring Festival Gala in the lobby, and those who were unwilling to watch went back to sleep. Some of the staff went home on holidays, and some were on duty. A squad of soldiers in charge of the guards were eating dumplings in their dormitory and watching TV, leaving only a sentry outside on duty.

By around 23 o'clock, the entire hospital was completely quiet, and no one could wait for the New Year bell. As for firecrackers and fireworks, they would not appear here. At 0:00 a.m., Xin Zichao came to find Fu Ping'an and took him to the distribution room first. He skillfully pulled the air switch of the power grid, and then released Zhang Wei from the iron gate first. I don't know what Xin Zichao had cleaned him during this period. The former special forces king became very cooperative. The three of them pulled Shu Jingyu out of the bed and easily rolled over from the back wall.

There was a motorcycle and a bicycle in the grass. Xin Zichao was afraid that the motorcycle engine would roar and startled the sentry. He first pushed it for hundreds of meters and waited until the corner turned around before starting. He took Shu Jingyu, and Zhang Wei rode the bicycle to take Fu Ping'an. After the motorcycle started, Zhang Wei put his arm on Shu Jingyu's shoulder and asked the motorcycle to take it away.

He actually ran away like this! Fu Ping'an always felt something was wrong, but then he thought that the hospital in the system was spread out for the New Year again, and it was understandable that the defense was relaxed. He ran away at the cold night. Although his face and hands were almost frozen, his heart was warm.

In the small town at the foot of the mountain in the distance, firecrackers and fireworks are in full swing. On New Year's Eve, I fly over the asylum.

...

No one knew what Xin Zichao did before, but his planning and execution ability, as well as his proficiency in stealing cars, all showed that he was in the intelligence field and neglected to guard against it on New Year's Eve. They abandoned the motorcycle, stole a car in the town, pried a small shop, and took some bottles of wine, packs of cigarettes, vacuum chicken legs, peanuts and other snacks. Of course, it was not stealing. Before leaving, Xin Zichao left a hundred-dollar bill.

On the long and empty road, a station wagon was driving alone, with romances playing in the car, Fu Ping'an was responsible for driving, and the other three buddies were having fun behind, smoking, drinking and eating chicken legs. It was not like a mentally ill person running away, but like a group of junior high school students skipping school.

I was in danger all the way and met the police, but the police did not check them. They just asked Fu Ping'an to blow the alcohol tester. The mentally ill people were so calm, and they opened their mouths and said with great confidence. The police also told them a happy New Year and wished them a good journey.

It drove all the way to the sea. At the beginning of the new year, four mentally ill patients stood by the endless sea, roaring like wolves, venting their depression and unwillingness.

"Did you suddenly realize that you feel energetic?" Xin Zichao held a cigarette, "I said I won't lie to you."

"Where will be next?" Fu Ping'an asked him.

"Going out to the sea." Xin Zichao pointed to the rising sun on the sea, "Our journey is the sea of ​​stars."

...

3374 Hospital, when the nurse was giving medicine, she found that Shu Jingyu was missing. After searching for many places but failed, she reported to the leader. The leader on duty ordered everyone to gather to name the name. He also found that Xin Zichao and Fu Ping'an were gone. The leader became more careful and counted the patients on the right wing, and one less person was missing, so Zhang Wei was also lost.

The guard chased out with the wolfdog and found nothing. The hospital informed the superiors that the unit could not find any people during the Spring Festival, and the security department was unwilling to ask the police for help. When they found the stolen car, four patients were already floating on the sea.

Xin Zichao's path was very wild. He called Snake Head, who was engaged in smuggling business, took his three brothers to a freighter with Panama flag, wore turtlenecks and sailor suits to look out from the railing. They left the Chinese territorial waters and are now on the high seas.
Chapter completed!