??Chapter 798: 797. Line up and sit down_1
Chapter 798: 797. Line up and sit down_1
As the incarnation of an Ancient Overlord, Baobao certainly understood supernatural powers better than Lu Ban and should find it a trivial matter to read mories without harming anyone.
But for Baobao, rather than saying she deliberately killed the patient as a vigilante act that would please the public, it was more accurate to say she hadn’t even realized she had just killed soone.
You’re walking down the street, happily enjoying hotpot and singing songs, when suddenly a few ants block your way and wave their antennae at you. They’re trying to tell you that you’ve just stepped on one of their comrades. Do you admit guilt?
Baobao, this person, is good in all aspects except for one: she’s too carefree.
It might be because she hasn’t quite adjusted to life in human society yet and occasionally makes careless mistakes.
After all, pretending to be human is truly exhausting, and without so sort of amusent, it’s difficult to keep these incarnations of Ancient Overlords consistently engaged.
Now, in the courtyard of Arkham Asylum, the ard guards seed to notice sothing was wrong. They looked this way, and a few of them sprang into action.
Realizing what she had done, Baobao quickly ca up with an idea, but just as she was about to act, Lu Ban suddenly stopped her.
“You’re not planning on killing all the witnesses next, are you?”
“Can’t I?”
Baobao looked at Lu Ban with innocent, big eyes.
“Of course not, we still have to show them a movie.”
Lu Ban replied matter-of-factly.
“Oh, right.”
Baobao found Lu Ban’s words very convincing and changed her approach.
Then, the “ntal patient” with the blown-open head, whose head had just burst open, saw his head co back together again.
He ca back to life.
This patient seed unaware of what had just happened, he didn’t notice Lu Ban and Baobao, and he focused on the computer in front of him. With rapid keystrokes, he spent all his money in an instant. Whether he donated it to a charity or simply bought tens of thousands of balloons to contribute to the hole in the ozone layer over Antarctica, that was beyond Lu Ban’s knowledge.
However, Lu Ban noticed sothing dirty on the back of the man’s neck.
It was as if so white, sticky substance had gotten stuck there.
Upon closer inspection, it was apparent that the substance had oozed out from under the skin of the patient, like a pimple, and within that trail was a single thread.
This thread hung vertically, extending into the boundless heights of the sky, an end unknown to all.
This person, like a marionette, had no further actions after completing the task at hand and just stared blankly at the screen, akin to an uncontrolled puppet without a master.
Seeing this, the security guards didn’t co over—they went back to their positions.
The patients had no sympathy for the spectacle, thinking it better to mind one’s own business; they might as well treat what they had just seen as a hallucination.
That’s what they thought in their minds.
“Minor issue, minor issue.”
Baobao puffed out her chest with an “aren’t I impressive?” expression.
The other patients, unsure of what they had just witnessed, watched the two individuals warily.
Lu Ban made his way to the doctor’s office and caught a doctor slacking off, who was engrossed in a ga of Solitaire and almost at the final stage.
“Doctor.”
The sudden interjection by Lu Ban startled the doctor, who imdiately closed the ga. The doctor tilted his head, looking at Lu Ban, relaxed upon realizing it wasn’t a supervisor, but then he beca puzzled.
“It’s like this, we are staff from the Miskatonic Film Festival, and we want to show movies to the patients in the hospital to bring so joy to their hospital stay.”
Lu Ban said straight away.
“Show movies? Have you made an appointnt with the Dean?”
The doctor asked.
Lu Ban saw Baobao preparing to move forward, ready to smack this slacking doctor’s head with her palm, but he hurriedly stopped the girl.
“I’ll handle it.”
Lu Ban said, then casually tore off a piece of paper from the desk next to him. Afterward, the silver “Testant” fountain pen swiftly scribbled words on it.
[A slip of paper that would make whoever read it agree to the words written by the signer, simple and practical]
Lu Ban signed his own na on the paper and, as he handed it to the doctor, said,
“We have an appointnt with the dean. Please give us the equipnt; there should be the gear needed for an outdoor screening here.”
Taking the note from Lu Ban, the doctor appeared bewildered for a mont.
Then, as if he semi-understood, he nodded and pointed towards the keys hanging on the wall.
“The third key from the left is for the storeroom, where you’ll find the projector. The storeroom is at the end of the corridor.”
“Thank you very much, please give
that proof.”
Lu Ban said, taking the paper back.
Until Lu Ban and Baobao left, the doctor hadn’t seed to react, only looking blankly towards the direction of the door.
The two quickly retrieved the projector and a huge screen.
North Arica has a fondness for outdoor movies, especially with its tradition of car culture. Often, the first dates for sweet young couples aren’t at so dim movie theater but at an open-air drive-in theater playing old films. A little money, so popcorn, and two large cups of cola are all it takes to enjoy a wonderful evening.
Therefore, the hospital had such equipnt as well.
Lu Ban and Baobao quickly set up the screen.
This caught the attention of many patients.
Outside, these patients were criminals, extrely violent and ruthless, and the people they’d killed together might almost match the numbers of an enhanced battalion. Money allowed them to barely survive in the psychiatric hospital. Facing Lu Ban’s actions, they showed so disdain.
“Everyone take a seat, don’t scramble for spots, the movie’s about to start,”
Lu Ban shouted out.
No one responded to him, everyone kept to their own activities.
Lu Ban thought for a mont, then approached a security guard.
Handing that note with his own na to the guard, Lu Ban also spoke up.
“Lend
your gun for a mont.”
The guard picked up the note with a puzzled look, but soon beca stupefied and chanically handed his shotgun over to Lu Ban.
Lu Ban took the gun, stood in front of the screen, and without hesitation, fired into the sky.
Bang—
The gunshot quickly grabbed the patients’ attention. Several Black n even instantly placed their hands behind their heads and squatted down, as smoothly as if these movents were encoded in their DNA.
“Everyone, co over and take your seats. Don’t scramble for spots, the movie is about to begin,”
Lu Ban said kindly.
“Who are you?”
A bald patient, who looked like he could handle himself in a fight, shouted at Lu Ban.
Lu Ban didn’t answer, only fired a shot near the man’s feet.
Bang—
The bald patient imdiately jumped up, looking incredulously at Lu Ban.
“Please find a seat.”
Lu Ban revealed a smile.
The patients looked at each other and then, one by one, they moved to the courtyard, taking their seats as obediently as kindergarten children.
After all, compared to themselves, this man looked more like a madman.
No one knew why he was showing them a movie; better not risk getting shot and then, through a lawsuit, becoming ward-mates in the sa hospital.
Seeing this, Lu Ban was very satisfied.
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