I have a room at Meiman Mental Hospital

Chapter 105

"Look, am I repenting?" Du Wensen asked. .biqugev

"I have no remorse at all, I am just sad, sad for my dead old friend. You are slandering me." The curator said angrily.

Du Wensen shrugged and said, "Okay! Then let me ask the next question, why did you arrange for someone to break Langdon's mother's legs and ask him to come and take away a painting today? He told me everything just now. "

"No! I haven't done it. You're talking nonsense. His mother is sick..." The curator's voice stopped abruptly.

"Oh~~~~!"

Du Wensen looked at the curator with a smile and said nothing.

The audience also stared at the curator on the TV in silence.

After a while, the curator, who knew he was exposed, hugged his head and cried.

Suddenly, the audience had a lot on their minds.

Could it be that all the paintings that Du Wensen burned were actually fake?

Could it be that all the sculptures that Du Wensen destroyed were also fake?

Although it has not been confirmed yet, they can't help but think so. At this moment, they would rather believe that Du Wensen is actually a good person.

At this time, Du Wensen was waving towards the camera.

"Thank you all for watching! This program ends here. If you like this program, please contact the TV station. Maybe we will have another episode!"

After speaking, return the microphone to the reporter.

Then, holding the back of his head with both hands, he squatted on the ground.

"boom!"

The door was kicked open, and the FBI rushed in, with seven or eight guns pointed at Du Wensen's head.

Du Wensen raised the corners of his mouth toward the gun, revealing his white teeth.

"game over!"

Three days later, in Jushan Mental Hospital. Andrew, Deadpool, Peter and others sat together and watched Vincent Du's treasure identification program.

"I asked a friend to get this from the radio station. Now all information about Du is blocked. It is not allowed to be reported or disseminated, so except for Washington, other regions do not know about it." Andrew explained.

"What about Du? It's been three days, and you still don't know where he is being held by the FBI?" Peter asked worriedly.

Andrew shook his head: "Yes, I asked a friend to inquire. He seemed to have disappeared after entering the FBI. No one knows where he went, but it is certain that he must have been locked up, otherwise Du It’s impossible not to come back!”

"How can we rescue him if we don't even know where he is being held!" Peter said in disappointment.

"Peter, this matter has nothing to do with you. I hope you will study hard from now on and don't come here again!" Andrew warned.

"Why? Didn't you say we are a group? You need me, right? I can help." Peter panicked.

Andrew smiled bitterly.

"Washington's blockade of Du's criminal charges is only relative to ordinary people. Now his name has been spread secretly."

"This morning, I received three commissions. A major named Daqi said that he hopes Du can participate in a rescue operation with him. A force in the Middle East hopes that Du can help them train the army. The last one is even more outrageous. The director of Arkham Asylum said he hopes I can hand Du over to them for treatment. You simply don’t understand that as Du’s fame grows, his troubles get bigger and bigger.”

"I'm doing it for your own good. You're still young. Leaving now is the best choice. Don't you understand? Du's madness will cost him his own life sooner or later!"

"Uncle Andrew, you are actually still blaming me for making Du angry, right? Otherwise, why would you go to save people yourself, and Mr. Deadpool, you didn't refuse! I don't care, even if you want to drive me away, I have to do it first Rescue Mr. Du," Peter said firmly.

Andrew patted Peter.

"You are right, we will wait until Du is rescued. What we have to do now is to find out where Du is being held as soon as possible, and then rescue him at all costs!"

After speaking, he extended his palm.

The palms were stacked up one by one, and finally, Neve stood on tiptoes and pressed a small palm on the top.

"I want to save dad too!"

FBI, inside an office.

"After being locked up in a small dark room for three days, did he make any demands?" the white man asked.

"On the first day, he said the bed was too hard and wanted a Simmons!"

"The next day, he said the food was too unpalatable and wanted to eat Chinese food!"

"On the third day, he said whoever dares to let him out will be his grandson!"

"..." The white man punched the table with hatred.

"Then let's try locking him up for another three days!"

Three days later the white man asked again, "How is he?"

"He slept for three days and three nights!"

"……………,you sure?"

"Yes, according to the data of his physical examination by the instruments in the room, he has not woken up in the past three days. He has not eaten, drank, or defecated. His heartbeat has dropped by 30, as if he has hibernated."

The white man looked annoyed.

"What kind of freak is this! Pull him out and interrogate him, give him some color to see!"

"But he said whoever lets him out will be his grandson!" the subordinate hesitated.

The white man was furious.

"Then you become his grandson!"

The subordinate left the office obediently, and he decided that he must teach this freak who got him scolded a lesson.

A bucket of water filled with ice cubes suddenly poured on Du Wensen.

"Freak, your good days are over!"

Du Wensen sat up and wiped a handful of water on his face.

"It's rude to disturb other people's sleeping time. Didn't your father teach you that?"

"My father taught me how to get along with a monkey. If you don't obey, I will beat you hard. If you can twist your butt to make me happy, I may reward you with a banana. From now on, I will Your master, Lil Garcia.”

Du Wensen showed a little shy smile.

"I want to educate you for your father, you won't blame me, right?"

"Oh? Do you want to hit me?" Lear quickly punched twice and said provocatively: "Of all the scores I got when I got into the FBI, my combat score is the first. Come and try!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Lille suddenly shuddered involuntarily, almost instinctively, and he quickly raised his hands to protect his head.

"boom!"

As if he was hit head-on by a high-speed car, he felt a sharp pain in his arms that were hit. Lille's medical knowledge told him that his arms were broken.

However, he had no time to think about it. A feeling of death as if being targeted by a ferocious beast rose from the bottom of his heart. Lille rolled on the ground without hesitation.

"boom!"

From the corner of his eye, he saw that the iron gate seemed to have been punched with a dent in it.

What would happen if this punch hit the body.

Before Lille had time to rejoice, there was another "click" sound in his ears, and his left leg suddenly felt a sharp pain. He looked down and saw that one of his legs had been trampled off by Du.

"Help! Ah~~~~!"