He treated hitting people like a game.

Like a child whose mind is stuck at around ten years old, with no social awareness whatsoever.

He wasn't panicked at all after hitting someone.

If someone instigates him to pretend that hitting Xiao Jinhan is just a game, and then gives him a reward afterward.

This is more convincing.

But to make a madman obey, to command him, one must either entice him by attracting his interest, or be his closest person.

These are all Tang Yaoyao's conjectures.

Looking at the madman who was convulsing uncontrollably, who had no basic consciousness and lived in his own world all day long.

I don't know what his mental world is like, or whether he knows what suffering is.

But at that moment, he was having an epileptic seizure, his face was ashen, and that extreme contortion would appear to a normal person as one of extreme inferiority and fear.

Tang Yaoyao sat on a chair to the side, waiting for the madman to wake up.

“Miss, he doesn’t have citizenship. We found a discarded plane ticket on him.”

Their flight tickets follow the same route as theirs, suggesting they may have recently traveled abroad.

They could also be the group that framed their father.

And what role does this madman play?

piece?

"If we can't get any answers from him, then we'll just have to let him go," Tang Yaoyao said.

Jiang Ci was stunned: "Young Miss, we finally found it..."

"Let him go. He's mentally ill. What he says might not be true."

Of course she's not stupid; it's obvious this person did it. Arrest both of them.

She wanted to see who was behind all this, to know who was really behind it all.

Tang Yaoyao spoke firmly, and Jiang Ci had no choice but to listen to her. Once the madman regained his senses, he would be released.

A few hours later, the madman woke up.

His hands were not bound, his feet were not tied with ropes, and there was no one around.

He glanced at his free hands, chuckled, picked his nose with his finger, and skipped away from the steel mill as if nothing had happened.

Although he was not in a good mental state, he seemed to know the way back the way he came.

As they walked, they picked wildflowers from the roadside.

Holding a large bouquet of flowers, a smile spread across her face.

That was the most genuine smile of a mental patient.

After winding his way through the streets, the madman finally reached the sidewalk, where pedestrians were passing by.

He turned a corner from the wide sidewalk and walked onto the narrower road.

The roadside is lined with old houses, densely packed together, looking dilapidated; it must be the old town area.

It's still a migrant worker's building.

Upon entering such impoverished areas, there is a boundary line, an archway.

There were many trash cans next to the archway.

It looked as if no one had collected the trash in a long time; the garbage was piled up, overflowing from the bins, and the surrounding area was filled with foul-smelling waste.

Mosquitoes swarmed in the air, making the place look particularly dirty and messy.

The madman, carrying a bunch of wildflowers, walked into the slums.

He had just passed by when a basin of dirty water was splashed at his feet.

The housewife gave the madman a disdainful look and cursed, "You lunatic, don't wander around in front of my house, you're bad luck!"

The madman was clearly frightened; he carefully carried the bouquet, head down, and passed by her door.

The housewife gave a soft hum, then picked up the basin and went into her tiny house.

Everyone here seemed to know the madman, and they all looked at him with disgust and disdain, as if saying even one more word to him was considered unclean.

The madman was timid and weak, with an IQ of around ten years old. He looked a bit dull and trembled, unlike the person who bumped into Xiao Jinhan.

Only when there was no one on the side of the road and no one was cursing him did he straighten his back and walk forward with dignity.