Wu You wondered if the world was too small, that he could run into something like this just because he decided to go out for a meal on a whim.
However, he was very happy to encounter such a thing, just like watching a live play.
Wu You ate while watching, thoroughly enjoying the food.
As for exposing the existence of demons, he wasn't worried at all.
Faced with a clearly mentally ill person, and a severely self-harming patient at that, who would believe him?
Mental hospitals are full of people with all sorts of delusions, some of whom can even articulate their thoughts logically and with evidence. In a different setting, you wouldn't be able to tell that they have a mental illness.
I remember a former colleague telling me about something he heard from a taxi driver when he went to Kyoto a few years ago. I don't know if it's true or not, but it was very funny.
One day, a man wearing a trench coat got into a taxi and immediately said he wanted to go to Zhongnanhai.
The driver said that we weren't allowed to go in from there.
The man solemnly pulled half of a red booklet from his pocket and told the driver that it was fine, he had a pass.
Seeing how serious he was, and considering the rule that taxis cannot refuse passengers, the driver took him there.
Approaching the first outer gate, you'll see the sentry post.
The driver wanted to stop, but the man told him to just drive straight in without any problem, and emphasized again that he had a pass and wouldn't joke around in a place like this.
The driver had never encountered anything like this before, and somehow he actually drove the car over it.
As soon as they approached the checkpoint, the car was stopped, and several submachine guns were pointed at their heads.
The driver was completely terrified, and the man was quickly identified as a psychotic delusional disorder patient.
Afterwards, taxi companies in Kyoto introduced a special rule: they would refuse to take passengers who requested to go to Zhongnanhai.
Now, at the entrance of VIP room 302.
The man in the gray trench coat braced himself against the door with both hands, trying to keep the eight students inside out, while excitedly shouting incessantly.
"I've been keeping an eye on you guys since last week! Hurry, you'll help me, right? You'll help me, right?!"
The man's face grew increasingly red, and his expression became extremely ferocious.
"Shenyu, what should we do?"
"If he keeps saying that, will we be dissected and studied?"
The students in the room were discussing nervously in hushed tones.
"Don't be afraid, no one will believe us. When the police come, we'll just say we're innocent people who were implicated by a mentally ill person while eating out, understand?"
Everyone nodded.
The others had also thought of this, but they were a little nervous. Hearing their leader say this made them feel much more at ease.
"Click..."
Xiao You was so nervous that he broke off a piece of the table edge he had been holding onto with his right hand.
He picked it up in surprise and examined it; this piece of hardwood, at least four centimeters long, was definitely not brittle.
The others looked at him when they heard the noise, and Xiao You quickly threw the wooden block on the ground.
Wu You chewed on a large piece of West Lake Vinegar Fish, thinking that he had underestimated their physical strength.
For every 1 point increase in physical strength, the overall power generated by the entire body may increase by 1.5.
"Ahhhh~~~"
The man in the trench coat standing at the door suddenly screamed.
"Power, that's power!!!"
This action startled the onlookers at the door, causing them to move even further back.
Some diners had already paid their bills and left in a hurry, while many others stayed to watch the spectacle.
The man in the trench coat waved his hand, trying to get closer to the eight students inside, but to the slight surprise of those outside, this mentally ill patient seemed a little afraid of the people inside the private room.
At least on the surface, it's clear that he really wanted to go into the private room.
"Make way, everyone move aside, we are police officers, please don't crowd around here..."
Xing Gang arrived at the scene with seven or eight police officers. This case was quite rare, with a mentally ill person blocking the restaurant and going crazy. However, he had encountered similar cases before.
The restaurant staff heard the police officer's angelic voice, especially the chubby Mr. Zhao, who had lost count of how many times he had wiped his sweat, because the mentally ill man had just pulled out a knife from his pocket.
A sharp, pointed Western-style kitchen knife.
Xing, who had just approached, happened to witness this scene.
Restaurant staff immediately came up to explain the situation: this madman seemed quite composed when he first came in, but went berserk as soon as he went upstairs.
Xing Gang couldn't help but curse under his breath and first dispersed the crowd.
Then, taking advantage of the fact that the man in the trench coat had his back to him, he made a gesture.
The three police officers stepped forward together.
Two hand restrained the man in the trench coat, one holding him by the waist, and then dragged him to the third-floor lobby.
"Ding ding..."
The knife fell to the ground.
"Let me go, let me go, I want to see the devil... Aww!"
The man in the trench coat bit Xing Gang's left arm.
"Grass!"
"Help me pry his head open!"
Two more police officers came up and grabbed the man in the trench coat by the head.
"This lunatic is incredibly strong, I can't pry him open!!"
"Push harder! Push harder!!"
Two police officers held the man in the trench coat up and down by his head, with one of them also using his hands to hold his jaws shut.
Xing Gang tensed his left arm tightly, but blood mixed with saliva flowed out from where he had been bitten.
"Damn it, that son of a bitch! Knock him out!"
The man in the trench coat bit down hard, making hissing sounds like "woo...woo..."
Wu You put down a piece of poached chicken leg bone in his hand.
In the entire third-floor hall, he was the only one eating so calmly and nonchalantly, but everyone seemed to have overlooked his table.
Use the power of the demon god, choose the medium of power: the primordial demon Saraso.
He glanced at the crowd, pulled out a tissue from the table, and wiped his greasy hands.
Suddenly, a devil's whisper rang in the trench coat man's ear.
"You want power? I'm standing right outside the window~"
The man in the trench coat, who was "fighting" with five policemen, suddenly jolted and released his grip, which had been held so tightly like a turtle's.
It was as if he had suddenly calmed down.
The police officers all breathed a sigh of relief.
The two men were holding the man in the trench coat by the left and right sides.
Xing Gang swung his left hand to the side, rolled up his sleeve, and looked at the bleeding wound on his left arm.
"Damn, that bite was so deep, I hope I don't get rabies! I'll have to go to the hospital again!"
Turning his head, he said, "Keep an eye on him!"
But before he knew it, the man in the trench coat suddenly unleashed tremendous power.
He broke free from the two police officers who were already watching him closely and ran towards the window of the hall.
He shouted, "Don't go, don't go, I'm here, I'm here!!"
"Holy crap! Stop him!!"
Xing Gang only had time to shout that one sentence.
"Bang..."
The wooden windowsill was chipped open by the impact.
The man in the trench coat then fell from the building.
Mental deprivation!
Wu Youping held out his right hand, looking at a hazy object in his hand that was difficult for ordinary people to see.
He wasn't Saraso, and he didn't want to absorb this seemingly "alive" spiritual energy.
A chorus of gasps came from passersby downstairs.
Several police officers also hurriedly went downstairs.
This is only the third floor; most people shouldn't die from the fall unless they're extremely unlucky.
When Xing Gang came downstairs, the police officers who were on duty downstairs were already checking on the man in the trench coat.
"Captain Xing!"
"How about it?"
"He must have fainted. We haven't seen any bleeding yet, so we need to take him to the hospital."
They were only there to arrest a mentally ill person; they didn't call an ambulance.
Xing Gang nodded, showing his left arm, and spoke to his colleagues on either side.
“Xiao Li, Xiao Lu, and I took him to the hospital, while the others stayed behind to record the scene.”
Wu You looked curiously at the ball of spiritual energy in his palm. It was constantly dissipating and weakening. Should he just disperse it?
But suddenly, a thought struck him.
Select capture.
System notification: Capture successful. Unknown material obtained, defined as: Broken spiritual living thing.
Holy crap! This actually works!
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