The barn can be accessed through the kitchen, mainly for tools, agriculture and furniture. It is the only closed room in this house. Mother Zhu took out a key and inserted it into the lock hole of the barn. She immediately twisted the lock to signal the three of us to look at the barn.
Zhu Fugui slept on a straw mat, while Zhu Maosan had a heavy hoop on his legs and feet to buckle his wrist, but there were several attempts to earn. The consciousness of red initiation was hidden in my arms. She was not less troubled by Zhu Maosan in her dream last night. At this time, the reality was close at hand, and the little girl did not even dare to gasp.
Zhu Maosan was sad and hid in the corner with an irregular copper pimple on his legs, which was about the size of an adult’s fist. Zhu Maosan heard the movement and twisted his neck 100 degrees. He looked confused and looked unfamiliar. We were like a released treasure, holding a copper pimple and licking it repeatedly. The most exaggerated scene was that Zhu Maosan "zi zi ~" sucked a hard copper pimple with his soft tongue as if hard objects in his hands were the most beautiful food in the world …
Chapter four hundred and fifty-two Licking knife broken tongue
Faint! Fortunately, it’s hot in summer. If it’s winter … Can Zhu Maosan’s tongue not stick off several layers of skin? I shook my head and sighed and asked, "Aunt Chu, are you going to chain Zhu Maosan all the time?"
"I can’t help it," said mother Zhu, her eyes moist. "Mao Sannao is broken to prevent him from running around and harming people!"
At this time, Zhu Fugui was awakened by our words. When he saw his daughter-in-law wiping away tears, his first reaction was to treat us as people from the civil affairs department. He suddenly got up and grabbed a side kitchen knife to block Zhu Mao’s front and threatened, "You are not allowed to hit my son. I would rather lock his house to death than let him go to a mental hospital for treatment. You have polished your eyes and looked at Mao Sanzhi for more than half a year!"
"You misunderstood …" I don’t know how to explain how excited Zhu Fugui can listen to words at the moment.
Mother Zhu sobbed and said, "Fugui, put the knife on you and take a closer look. This little brother helped us find Mao San’s policeman that day. He meant no harm."
"Oh," said Zhu Fugui, holding a knife. "Then what do you want to do today? The civil affairs department sent a lobbyist? "
"Not really"
I stand stand hand simply explained, "I’m in charge of a case where Zhu Maosan stayed in that mental hospital. You know, it was six people who committed suicide by crashing into a wall. Today I really want to try to communicate with Zhu Maosan and ask about the situation."
"Well … welcome to investigate." Zhu Fugui expressed his willingness to cooperate, but he hesitated. "His brain is abnormal and he can’t communicate with people, for fear that you will come in vain."
"Hey ~ the old man killed you." Zhu Maosan laughed stupidly. Because of the tight chain, he struggled for a few times. The hand wall was slightly lifted, and Zhu Fugui’s strength was quite small, only hitting the heel of the latter.
Copper bumps "Gollum ~ Gollum ~" rolled out several centimeters away.
Zhu Maosan looked piteously at the "baby" and struggled for a long time until the hoop hurt his wrist. He begged, "Want me to … give it to me."
Zhu Fugui gave a lump of copper on the spot "to you" in front of him.
"It’s nothing." I looked at the copper pimple and licked Zhu Maosan over and over again. I thought about it. There was no drama in the whole process. I asked, "Can we talk to him alone?"
Zhu Fugui worried that "it’s best to hurry up and don’t stimulate him."
"Okay, thanks."
I thanked Zhu Fugui and his wife for pulling the door tight when they left the barn, and the three of us sat on a straw mat one meter away from Zhu Maosan.
Suddenly, a pool of water flowed from the bottom of Zhu Maosan’s body, and his center gradually spread around. There was a smell of urine in the air, but Zhu Maosan, the victim, felt like licking copper bumps with relish.
"Ling Yu’s mental illness is so serious." Ning Shuying raised his hand and held his nose for fear of being moved back by urine waves. "It has reached the level of urine consciousness."
Xin Qing stared at each other curiously and looked at her left and right. "What should we do if Daning Zhu Maosan ignores us?"
Ning Shuying stirred up her shoulders and angered me. She said, "It’s okay to deal with mental patients with mental disorders."
"I’d rather you were black and I was big," protested Xin Qing, shaking his fist.
"Little guy doesn’t waste my love for you at ordinary times." I pinched her tender face and heard the slight shaking sound of the barn door panel. It seems that Zhu Fugui and his wife don’t trust to peek. Let them go. I racked my brains for dozens of seconds and tentatively rushed Zhu Mao three times. "Can you hear me?"
Zhu Maosan didn’t respond, and he still repeated that he would not change for ten thousand years.
……
Then the three of us took turns to ask at least a dozen questions, and Zhu Maosan almost turned a deaf ear. I’m afraid there are only two possibilities: either what we said failed to touch his nerves or his brain automatically ignored the auditory information.
Xin Qing got up and held the wooden ladder with her hands. She faced the rough wall and said, "There is an impulse in my heart to kill me. If I try to communicate with him again, my little heart will collapse."
Ning Shuying praised "so cute little loli"
"Woo!" I put my forefinger to my lips and blew a sigh of relief to signal them not to talk. I said in a hoarse voice, "Sunny, sunny, when I finished that sentence, there seems to be something wrong with the oil and salt not entering Zhu Maosan."
Ning Shu-ying and Xin Qing turned their heads in disbelief. We watched Zhu Mao-san’s copper pimple slip off his hand and looked at the little girl touching the wall for one second, two seconds, three seconds … for five minutes and ten minutes, he didn’t even blink!
Gradually we lost patience.
Before Xin Qing’s calf moved Zhu Mao three times, she shook her arm and said, "Hello ~ ~ Uncle Zhu?"
"ouch!"
Zhu Maosan’s head slammed close to her, like a giant dog suddenly erupting. His mouth opened wide and his tongue rolled out.
Scared the little girl to scream and jump into my arms and cry!
Zhu Mao-san was simply crying. The little girl gave up after the bad corn and continued to pick up the copper pimple and lick it.
"Good sunny sunny not afraid" I rubbed her spine column comfort way "he can’t lick you"
"Fear!" Heart shine like a panicked deer. She hugged me timidly and said, "Don’t let him lick me."
Ning Shuying’s long and narrow eyes and leaves float. He analyzed that "Qing Qingyi said that sentence, which caused him to be stunned for a long time. The brain should think of a fragment before and associate it with a mental hospital. Zhu Maosan seems to have a lot of feelings about the word’ hitting the wall’"
"I’ll try again." I cleared my throat and said to Zhu Mao, "I’m so depressed that I want to hit the wall."