I, a Mental Patient, Was Chosen to Participate in AnalogHorror Chapter 119 - 113: Desperate Naiko [Extra Addition by Mengzh

Yao Han: (*｀･з･)ﾑｯ✄⁽⁽╰ひ╯⁾⁾

"Hiss..."

The icy touch from below terrified Old Wang on the spot.

It was so sudden that he had dropped right onto the sharp edge of the scissors, jolting him in fright!

"Satisfied now?"

Yao Han dangled her hand casually.

"Satisfied...satisfied."

Old Wang’s legs trembled.

"Are you wrong?"

"Sister, Yao Han sister, I was wrong. I’m so old, don’t count an old man’s faults, please let off just this once, thank you."

"Hm? Am I the petty one?"

Yao Han squinted slightly and applied a bit more force.

Damn!

Blood beads started to form!

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Old Wang’s face instantly turned ghostly white!

"No no no, I’m the petty one, I’m the petty one!!! Don’t damn step further, it’s tearing the skin!"

With his fate in soone else’s hands, Old Wang had no choice but to wince.

Yao Han snorted coldly and retracted the scissors, tossing them back casually onto the shelf for tongue-cutting.

The Tongue Cutter, clutching his butt, ’Aba aba’ pointed at the scissors.

It was only because of his pain that he couldn’t get off the bed, otherwise he’d have thrown not just the shelf but everything on it.

Old Wang watched the Tongue Cutter keep going ’aba’, casually threw the scissors onto his bed, which landed right by his mouth.

"If you want it just say so, here, saves you the trouble of getting off the bed still holding your butt."

"Aba! Aba aba ba!!"

Tongue cutter picked up the scissors as if ready to fight Old Wang to the death...

I damn have a cleaning obsession!

It’s because I wanted you to dispose of the scissors that touched little Wang, not hand them over this way!

What a persistent stench~

It instantly made the Tongue Cutter’s eyes roll back in daze.

Yao Han interrupted them with a cold snort.

"Enough, stop the fuss, A Zhi, it’s all on you tonight!"

"Right!"

The arrow was on the string, A Zhi had to release it!

The Tongue Cutter still huffed on the bed...

Co to think of it, the person who hated Jiang Xiao the most here was probably this mute.

A Zhi knew he wasn’t a match for Jiang Xiao, he just wanted to soothe the fiery rage in Tongue Cutter’s heart.

Old Wang hated Jiang Xiao too but, comparatively...

He was way better off than both Tongue Cutter and A Zhi.

As for Yao Han, she rely felt so resentnt towards Jiang Xiao.

Now knowing the skills of this manager, there really wasn’t any need to clash with him to the death.

...

Neko stood stiffly in the bathroom.

Was this expressionless man in front of her human or sothing eerie?

If she wasn’t mistaken, he must be from one of the three rooms on the second floor, right?

But this guy’s taste seed a bit abnormal, huh?

This old man in black who entered had given Neko quite a scare, she almost unleashed her innate talent impulsively.

However... the old man’s fetish seed a bit abnormal, huh?

Instead of laying a hand on Neko,

he snatched the mop from her and began cleaning it himself.

Then, Tongue Cutter patted Neko and pointed at the mop.

What does that an?

"Is my mop not clean?"

Tongue Cutter shook his head, then pointed again at himself and the mop, then back at Neko.

"You an, you want to learn from you?"

Tongue Cutter nodded, a satisfied look appearing on his indifferent face.

Nani?

No way?

Neko felt her brain getting fuzzy.

She had thought she was about to be robbed, now she was supposed to learn how to clean? What the heck?

But the next action by Tongue Cutter was indeed an eye-opener for Neko.

Damn!

Neko: |๑ớ▿ờ)...

Unsaid but said... there’s a thod to the madness...

Brother, are we really living life this ticulously?

She watched as Tongue Cutter mopped the bathroom in and out several tis.

He just kept washing the mop again and again, only stopping when the dirty water squeezed out of it turned completely clear.

Just when Naiko thought he had reached his limits,

the creepy man pressed the flush button and then grabbed a towel and a bottle of sothing, either cleaner or who knows what.

He ticulously wiped the toilet lid several tis.

Are you serious?

Does it really need to be this outrageous?

After he finished cleaning, the tongueless man’s attention returned to Naiko.

Not bad, not bad at all...

The tongueless man pointed at himself, then at Naiko.

Finally, he extended his fist, stretching out his index and middle fingers downward, mimicking the motion of legs walking.

"You want to follow you?"

The tongueless man nodded again towards Naiko as if he was pleasantly teachable.

Really.

It had been a very long ti since he encountered a manager he could communicate with so effortlessly.

Can I not go?

Naiko’s expression turned sour.

Following him would likely an at least the loss of her innocence, if not worse.

And who knows how many people were watching her in the live feed outside...

If things really did go south, Naiko would choose death over being dishonored.

Wait, wait, wait...

Don’t scare yourself!

Naiko shook her head.

Her intuition told her that this creepy man seed... quite nice to her?

It felt like...

Yes, her intuition was coming back!

Huh?

That doesn’t make sense. If that’s the case, why isn’t this creepy man making a move on her?

She knew from experiences both at Spirit Asylum and Hengshui Prison

that countless n had approached her.

But ever since she arrived at Madman Villa, that effect seed to have completely disappeared.

The guys downstairs, Achi and Old Mu, were both quite cold towards her.

This creepy man seed to have a fondness for her, yet he remained silent. What did that an?

Could it be that he had a debuff preventing him from speaking, or maybe he was cursed to be mute?

Whatever the case, the creepy man wanted her to follow him, and Naiko didn’t seem to have the right to refuse.

While Naiko was lost in her chaotic thoughts,

an old but frivolously sleazy voice broke her concentration.

"Yo! I guessed it! A stunning beauty must have co downstairs, and indeed, my nose wasn’t wrong!"

Looking up,

an old man in his seventies or eighties was leering at her with his big yellow teeth.

Old Wang: (ღ´﹃｀ღ) goose box, goose box box...

Damn!

Naiko’s legs went weak, and she almost peed herself right there.

This old man looked like a stereotypical molester from the transit in her country’s Tokusatsu movies!

The lecherous look, the drool at the corner of his mouth, especially that extrely sleazy expression.

And he was filthily disgusting to boot!

Even Yamamoto Ryuzo, who was notoriously sleazy, would have to take lessons from him!

Seeing Old Wang,

Naiko’s mind flashed with at least a dozen scenarios from her country’s Tokusatsu dramas.

Things like transit molesters, threats from bosses, her husband not being around, and her father-in-law suddenly...

"Hehehe, I see this young lady has a unique aura that would really vibe with old master ~"

This old man was clearly much less polite than the serious creepy uncle.

He reached for Naiko’s shoulder.

Naiko clenched her teeth,

trying to dodge the old man’s lecherous grasp, but her body was frozen in place as if she was in a "Ti Freeze" movie.

The old man’s level of perversion clearly exceeded what her talents could suppress.

If she fell into the hands of this ultimate pervert...

Her protective talent and charm might even beco his best aphrodisiac!

Old Wang swallowed his saliva, his entire excited body flushed red.

"Goose box, lovely girl, you, don’t be afraid, , a very good person!"

It’s over...

It seed she was about to be violated.

Desperate tears slipped from the corners of Naiko’s eyes.

Moreover, unable to move, wouldn’t she be deprived even of the chance to end her own life?

’Snap~’