There were many papers scattered all over the floor, glowing yellow cloths hanging everywhere, and a few discarded empty dicine bottles could be seen in the corners.
Hannah walked over, just getting ready to bend down, when Louis picked up the item and handed it to her ahead of ti.
She looked up and t the young boy’s obedient smile, "Sis, this is for you."
The bottle was marked in English with technical terms that were hard to understand.
Just as Hannah was preparing to examine it in the light, Hayes Edwards’ voice ca from the side.
Hayes had been rummaging around for props all this ti, and as he looked up, he saw Tiffany Lynch sneaking sothing into her pocket.
Without thinking, he blurted out, "What were you just doing?"
Taken by surprise, Tiffany’s face flushed, "Nothing."
Hayes took a few steps forward, "I just saw it all. Were you hiding props? Are you ntally ill?"
That question, asked every ti, always brought so humor.
Laughter erupted from the barrage of comnts.
Of course, there were fans defending Tiffany, saying that Hayes lacked the manners of a gentleman.
Hayes’s fans retorted that it was just a ga, and if you mind, don’t co. No face for royals.
An argunt broke out again.
Tiffany bit her lip, reverting to her usual pathetic look, her eyes pleading for help from Louis next to her, "Louis, I really didn’t. I was just curious about these things, I’m not..."
She couldn’t say those three words.
Instinctively, Louis looked over at Hannah who was sitting to one side.
She seed to be oblivious to the argunt, still studying the dical record in her hands.
Hayes nudged her, "Hannah Winter, can you say sothing? We seem to have a ntal case here."
Hannah didn’t even lift her head, flipping a page of the case in her hand, "What’s so strange? There’s more than one ntally ill person."
Her light-hearted remark made Hayes’ hair stand on end, and he looked at Louis with suspicion.
After a while, Hannah looked up, the room’s warm yellow light pouring into her eyes like starlight being poured into a lake; she looked at Louis and tilted her head, smiling and asking, "Do you believe her?"
The "her" she was referring to was naturally Tiffany.
Louis felt a pang in his heart, and his gaze shifted sideways to Tiffany.
Tiffany bit her lip, her eyes filled with mist. She tightly grasped Louis’ clothes and said weakly, "Louis, I’m not, believe ."
Louis found himself in a dilemma.
He hesitated.
After pondering for a mont, the young man was about to make a decision and speak out when Hannah beat him to it. "Barbiturates, dical sedatives... Quite a large dose, used frequently. That’s interesting."
She changed the subject.
Louis’ words stuck in his throat, unable to co out. The hand he had been gripping tightly eventually relaxed.
Hannah looked at him, letting out a faint smile under the light, gentle and soft, but the smile did not reach her eyes.
After a round of "slaughter", half of the people were gone, and many were scattered while running away.
But they also got a piece of news - there were more than one crazy person in the ntal hospital.
They appear and disappear mysteriously, have the ability to eliminate others, and follow the instructions of special patients.
Ray Lee ambushed Sunny Lee who was alone, snatched the road pills from her hand, and is now crouching between a few wooden boxes, calming his emotions.
He knew his own physical strength was not good, Hayes likes to work out, he is no match for him; Allan Quin also looked tall and strong, and he is also not his match.
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