I have a room at Meiman Mental Hospital

Chapter 132 I'm Back

The female receptionist clapped her hand on the alarm, pointed at Du Wensen and shouted, "Quick! This guy is a wanted criminal! The director ordered him to be arrested on the spot!"

Everyone in the hall, whether they were guards or other FBI agents, almost unanimously pulled out their guns and pointed them at Du Wensen. .biqugev

And Du Wensen.

he…….

She was completely naked, not even a pair of underwear was left. She raised her hands in the air and winked: "Hey! Don't get excited, everyone. See clearly, I don't have any weapons!"

A few minutes later, Du Wensen was brought into the interrogation room. From this moment on, the entire FBI felt like it was on the verge of an enemy, because the last time Du Wensen escaped from here openly, so this time, during the interrogation, not only were his hands and feet locked, Two other agents stood behind him with guns drawn.

Director James came to the interrogation room and frowned when he saw the naked Du Wensen: "Who asked you to strip him naked and put clothes on him!"

"Report to the director, he took off all his own clothes! He also asked us to buy him a new set of clothes." A detective replied.

James sat down opposite Du Vincent gloomily.

"Mr. Du, your surrender makes me very unhappy! Tell me why you did this, and then you can wait to be sentenced to death!"

Du Wensen smiled lightly and said: "I'm sorry, you will send me away after a while, and you will agree to all my conditions and send me home happily."

"Oh?" James looked at Du Vincent with interest.

"Tell me what gives you such confidence!"

Du Wensen took out his locked right hand and was so frightened that the two detectives behind him pointed their guns at him nervously.

"The first condition is to buy me a set of clean clothes. I can already feel that there are dozens of people outside staring at my butt."

"The second condition is to restore my residence, which is the Jushan Mental Hospital, to its original state. Even if it is a piece of paper inside, I want it to be placed where I left it."

"The third condition is to lift my wanted order and publish an apology statement to me in the newspaper!"

After speaking, Du Wensen shook three fingers.

James smiled instead of getting angry: "You haven't told me yet, why I did this!"

"If you don't implement my conditions now, I will be in a very bad mood. If I am in a bad mood, I will forget some things." Du Wensen stretched out, his locked hands all unconsciously Be untied.

James stared at Du Wensen and thought for a while, then raised his head and warned: "I hope you understand, I am not here to play riddles with you. Do you want to try our newly invented interrogation method?"

Du Wensen imitated the sound of an airplane flying in his mouth, imitated the appearance of an airplane flying with his palms, and then bumped his head against the other raised arm.

"Are you satisfied?" Du Wensen raised his head.

James stood up and walked out of the interrogation room.

three hours later.

Andrew was lying on the bed sighing and enjoying his wife's massage. Since Du Wensen disappeared, he often had to stay at home. He followed what Du Wensen taught him and tried to talk as little as possible. As a result, his wife has been extremely gentle to him in the past six months. It feels like I have returned to the feeling of falling in love back then.

But he was still unhappy. Without Du Wensen, he no longer had that frightening feeling, and his life seemed so boring.

Suddenly, the phone he placed next to him lit up.

"Is this another spam message?" Andrew saw that it was an unfamiliar number. When he was about to delete it, he glanced at the content of the text message.

"I am back!"

Andrew jumped out of bed instantly.

At the graduation ceremony, Peter, who was about to speak, took out his cell phone and glanced at the text message.

"I am back!"

Immediately, he threw away his speech, took off his graduation gown, and ran towards Jushan Mental Hospital.

"Hey! Wait, wait for me!" Deadpool hurriedly shouted to the seven or eight desperadoes in front of him who raised their guns. He stepped on their boss and took out his mobile phone.

"I am back!"

"Oh~~~, today is your lucky day, I will quit this business!"

Deadpool kissed the phone and ran away. Behind him, countless gunshots sounded like a farewell.

Inside Jushan Mental Hospital.

FBI Director James personally led the team, removed the seal, and pushed open the courtyard gate.

Dozens of FBI agents poured into the yard, mowing the lawn full of weeds, cleaning the dust in the house, and cleaning the yard, all working feverishly.

When the living room was re-covered with the same blankets, table, sofa, and TV, they were all returned to their original positions.

Du Wensen lay on the sofa, stretched out his legs, looked at the wall and said: "Where is my painting!"

"Van Gogh's self-portrait is the treasure of the art museum, not yours!" James said dissatisfied.

Du Wensen raised his eyebrows: "I said, the things in my room will be returned intact!"

James looked at Du Vincent, sighed, and touched in his pocket.

Du Wensen took out a mobile phone and shook it.

"I've already ordered my men to go to the art museum to get it for you!"

"..."

James grabbed the phone and urged, "Can you tell me what you know now?"

Du Wensen yawned: "Can you take a nap first? I haven't slept for almost thirty hours."

James stared at Du Vincent with a cold expression.

"I hope you won't play any tricks. My patience is limited! You can't escape without the information I want."

Du Wensen glanced at his watch, shrugged and said, "I don't have the item on me. It should be delivered in about half an hour."

James sat across from Du Vincent without saying a word.

After a while, Du Wensen closed his eyes and snored.

The first one to arrive was Deadpool, who rushed in with bullet holes in his body and bleeding blood. Behind him were seven or eight FBI agents who followed closely.

Deadpool glanced at Du Vincent who was sleeping.

"Hey! Jean, I'm a casualty."

After saying that, he pushed James away and occupied most of the sofa. He didn't care about the muzzle of the gun above his head and inserted his fingers into the wound to lick it.

James knew Deadpool's identity and waved the agents down.

"when!"

Deadpool dug out a bullet from his chest along with blood and internal organ fragments, and dropped it on the table.

James felt chilled when he saw it, and moved his body a little to the side.

Within a few minutes, a figure slid in through the window.

When Deadpool saw it, he was overjoyed: "Peter, you're so good here, hurry up, I have a few bullets in my butt, you have to help me dig them out!"

After saying that, he knelt on the sofa and raised his butt high.

Peter glanced at Vincent Du on the sofa, and then walked toward Deadpool's butt dissatisfied.

"Pfft~~!"

"Mr. Deadpool, you're so disgusting, you fart!" Peter held his nose and said.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to, I ate more beans at lunch!" Deadpool said, wiggling his butt.

"Puff puff!"