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Chapter 116 The Escapist Little Wife from the Madhouse (13)

"She can be discharged from the hospital today." Wen Yi's tone was calm, without any emotion.

"You can be discharged from the hospital so soon?"

Although He Xuan felt relieved after hearing this, she still had concerns in her heart, because she remembered that Wu Tong had more than one bloody hole on his body. How could he be discharged from the hospital so soon after only a few days?

Either Wen Yi was lying to her, or she hadn't hit the mark.

But on second thought, she felt that there was no need for Wen Yi to lie to her, and no reason to lie to her, so there was only one possibility, that she did not hit the vital point.

Vital?

and many more!

If she didn’t hit the vital point the first time, it might be a coincidence. If she didn’t hit the vital point the second time, it might be that she was extremely lucky. What about the third time?

A chill suddenly rose in my heart, and the tiny hairs on my skin stood up. Could it be...

This is Wu Tong's own directing and acting!

She has never studied medicine and doesn't know the specific locations of human organs. Wu Tong is different. She has professional knowledge and knows the locations of important organs in the human body.

So, it was Wu Tong who guided her, held her hand, adjusted her position, and avoided the vital parts with every strike.

Although the injury seemed serious, it was actually under her control. But why did she take the risk? What was she trying to achieve?

Normally, the relationship between the two is fine, just a normal doctor-patient relationship, there is no reason...

Wen Yi half leaned back in his chair, raised his hand and rubbed his temple, looking a little tired, and wanted to quickly end this ridiculous conversation.

"Okay, no need to say more. Your husband will be informed of all this and he will decide whether you stay or go."

Whether he will be locked up in a mental hospital for life or go to prison and work on a sewing machine for a few years depends on how his husband chooses to pay the compensation.

Hearing Wen Yi's final words, He Xuan panicked instantly and retorted loudly: "I am not lying, the knife is really not mine."

"How to prove it?"

“Surveillance and fingerprints can prove it.”

Wen Yi chuckled and said calmly, "If these were useful, I wouldn't have to ask you."

In the surveillance video, her knife-holding action was blocked by Wu Tong's body and was not captured.

"And there are fingerprints. Your fingerprints are the only ones on that knife."

Is it just her fingerprint?

[System, can you show me the scene when Wu Tong gave me the knife? ]

Rather than making wild guesses here, a system might be a good choice.

But soon, the system dealt her a heavy blow, shattering all her fantasies.

[No, the system cannot retrieve scenes that the host has not seen. Everything that can be retrieved is based on the host's senses.]

Her senses?

wrong……

has a problem!

She was chasing a monster at the time, and her consciousness did not stay in the real world at all.

The system said that it was based on her will. He Xuan had asked the system many times whether it could see the strange world like her, but it always insisted that it could not find the monsters she saw when she was ill.

Therefore, it was not her who was controlling the body at that time, but her second personality without independent consciousness. Then the idea of ​​everything became clear.

So I asked the system again in my mind: [System, where were you at that time? What did you see? ]

With He Xuan's words, the system described word by word the scene of He Xuan stabbing someone that night:

[The host was sleeping soundly with this body, but suddenly he opened his eyes and walked towards the corridor. At that time, the system thought that the host was in a hurry to urinate, so it did not make any sound to stop him.

Later, Wu Tong saw it and called the host, but found it was useless. No matter how he called, he couldn't wake up. After confirming that the host was sleepwalking, he took out a knife from his pocket, handed it to you, then held the host's hand and stabbed it...】

Hearing this, He Xuan couldn't help but be shocked. This Wu Tong was really cruel.

He Xuan: [And then...]

[Then the host suddenly went crazy, pulled out a knife, and stabbed her repeatedly.]

Having heard this, I know almost everything.

If the knife was handed to her by Wu Tong, she remembered that Wu Tong was not wearing gloves, so she must have touched the knife. Wen Yi said that no fingerprints were detected on the handle, so the fingerprints might have been left on the tip of the knife.

"What about the tip of the knife? Are there other people's fingerprints?" He Xuan asked him.

"No."

There's none?

Yes, He Xuan was not surprised to hear him say no, because the knife was covered with Wu Tong's blood, and she stabbed him more than once. Even if there were fingerprints, they must have been wiped clean by the clothes and blood.

"What if I say that this knife belongs to Wu Tong?" He Xuan asked him tentatively.

"Heh." Wen Yi chuckled, obviously not believing it. He even shook his head in self-mockery. He really didn't know why he was sitting here listening to a madman talk.

With a "ding dong" sound, the screen of the mobile phone on the table suddenly lit up, and a text message was sent.

Wen Yi glanced at the screen of his mobile phone, his eyes darkened slightly, as if he had made up his mind. He stood up and said, "Okay, time is up, you should go back to the ward."

After saying that, he took out the syringe he had prepared in advance, pinched both sides of the syringe with his bony fingers, pressed one end with his thumb and pushed it forward slightly to squeeze out the air inside.

It was filled with transparent liquid, and the silver-white needle was glowing with a cold light, making it hard not to notice it.

He Xuan shrank unconsciously when she saw it, and said nervously: "No, just go back to the ward, what are you doing with the needle?"

"Your husband prepared it for you."

What? Lu Yu? What good things can he prepare?

Seeing him getting closer with the syringe, He Xuan felt inexplicably panicked and struggled desperately, but her hands and feet were tied tightly to the chair, so it was useless. She could only raise her voice to try to stop him.

"Wait, what did he prepare for me?"

“A feast of games.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a needle quickly pierced into her arm, and the liquid inside was slowly pushed in by him. He Xuan felt instantly weak, opened her mouth to say something, but no sound came out, and her eyelids closed unconsciously.

Just when she thought she was going to pass out, a system-stuck electronic voice rang in her head: [Danger detected... Protecting... the host's soul...]

The next second, He Xuan felt her soul being pulled out, and the tiny glimmers of light around her body slowly gathered into a human shape. He Xuan endured the pain of her soul being torn apart and climbed up from this body.

He glanced down at the woman tied to the chair, her head drooping lifelessly, her black hair falling to her shoulders, covering half of her pale face.

At this time, a small ball of light also flew out of Li Ye's body, circling around He Xuan's soul and explaining: [Host, there is something wrong with the drug just injected. It is not an ordinary sedative. If the host continues to stay in that body, he may be affected by the drug and become mentally ill. ]

After a systematic explanation, He Xuan roughly understood that he wanted to harm her. This drug would affect people's nerves, and the damage to the nerves was irreversible.

It's really vicious...

In order to understand the situation, He Xuan stared at Wen Yi's actions, only to see him take out a small key from his pocket and open the locks on Li Ye's hands and feet.

Oh my god, this guy just lied to her, saying that the key was with the dean.

After unlocking the lock, Wen Yi picked up Li Ye and walked out. He Xuan followed him into the elevator.

I saw him press the button for the sixth floor.

Sixth floor!

I unexpectedly discovered that this elevator really has a sixth floor. It turns out that the scene in my dream is real...