National Beast Survival: I can see hidden messages

Su Fan looked cold and hit Gabriel hard on the abdomen with the side of his head.

Since Gabriel wants to get the "artwork", he is not far away from Su Fan.

Even though Su Fan's attack range was limited, he easily hit Gabriel at this moment.

Gabriel stumbled and collapsed on the ground.

At the same time, the "artwork" in his hands also drew a perfect arc.

Then, under the different looks of the two people, he flew out from the criss-crossing iron net and fell on the concrete floor of a certain floor.

Su Fan breathed a sigh of relief, the initial plan was considered a success. If this step fails, then he will have to make some more extreme attempts.

The old-fashioned elevator rose slowly, and Gabriel quickly climbed up. He wanted to press pause and go down to find the treasure.

But he was worried that if Su Fan was left here alone, other monsters would snatch him away.

While Gabriel was stunned, he clearly saw from the gap in the elevator that an unknown patient on the ground floor heard the noise and quickly took away the "artwork" lying on the ground, and then escaped into the elevator. into the darkness.

"No!" Gabriel knelt on the ground and shouted at the top of his lungs.

Su Fan also saw this scene, and his expression suddenly became happy, and he couldn't help but applaud the unknown mental patient's actions.

If Gabriel wanted to find the only treasure in the closed mental hospital, he would have to leave himself to find the patient, which would be much more difficult than dropping it on the ground.

Gabriel looked back and glared at Su Fan, as if silently questioning, "Why are you doing this? Do you know what that means?"

"Allow me to make a sad face."

Su Fan frowned at first, with a bit of melancholy on his face, then raised the corners of his mouth slightly, then recovered quickly, and finally burst out laughing wildly.

The intensity of ridicule in this operation was simply overwhelming.

Gabriel's breathing was rapid and he gritted his teeth angrily. He took a few steps forward and stared at Su Fan with a sense of oppression.

To be honest, if Su Fan didn't have something else he wanted, he might not be able to help but take out the knife in his pocket and perform an evisceration operation on him on the spot.

"It's such a pity. That thing not only cost me a lot of property, but also a lot of energy. After all, it was customized by a master."

Su Fan put on a regretful expression and said nonchalantly.

He exaggerated the value of the adult props as much as possible. Anyway, the things weren't here, so it didn't matter what he wanted to say.

Gabriel's face was as gloomy as water. He turned around and faced the elevator entrance, as if he had made up his mind to ignore Su Fan.

In this way, accompanied by Su Fan's nagging along the way, Gabriel also arrived at his destination.

He walked behind Su Fan and pushed the wheelchair hard.

Su Fan smiled knowingly. Although Gabriel didn't reply, judging from his calm pace, he still cared about the "artwork" in his heart.

After getting out of the elevator, Gabriel took Su Fan around a few corners.

During this period, Su Fan also saw several human beings with mutilated flesh and blood and missing key parts being fixed to the bedside bracket by several belts.

When Gabriel passed by, a strange man suddenly struggled violently, and a hoarse voice came from his mouth: "Kill me! Kill me!"

Later, the hospital bed creaked as he shook it, but it was obvious that the straps were extremely strong and these struggles were in vain.

Normally, when Gabriel was in a good mood, he would probably be an extremely gentlemanly person and introduce various situations in his territory to Su Fan.

Even for such an unusually violent person, he would only smile and comfort him: "Shh, shush. Don't say such words again."

But now, Gabriel is not in this mood.

He finally saw the treasure outside, but due to some strange combination of circumstances, it escaped from his grasp and was finally taken away by a mental patient?

This is simply unreasonable. Who knows what that lunatic will do with "art"?

Thinking of this, Gabriel became more and more irritable. He walked faster and brought Su Fan to a medical room.

He turned around, took down a pair of rusty scissors from the side wall, and then left without saying a word.

Obviously, he took the guy to have friendly negotiations with the mental patient.

Su Fan closed his eyes and listened. When he heard the footsteps gradually becoming inaudible, he opened his eyes.

The plan went smoothly and we successfully obtained a solitary environment.

Su Fan's whole body began to exert force, and he struggled violently.

Unlike those patients who were tied to the bed with leather, Su Fan had not conducted experiments or consumed his vitality, so his physical fitness was undoubtedly much stronger.

What was difficult for them to escape from was not necessarily the case for Su Fan.

All Su Fan needs now is time, a lot of time.

After struggling for more than ten seconds, Su Fan's expression changed slightly. The leather binding was too tight. Even with his physical strength, it was difficult to break free in a short time. No wonder Gabriel left with peace of mind.

His eyes flickered and he thought of another method.

Su Fan stretched out his fingers and groped inside his pants pocket. Finally, with a happy look on his face, he took out the folding knife from his pocket.

Su Fan flexibly opened the folding knife with his fingers, and then slowly cut the leather on the side.

Soon, a small opening was cut in the leather. Su Fan put the knife into his pocket and started struggling again with all his strength.

It didn't take long for Su Fan's right hand to break free from the leather with a small cut. He quickly took out the knife, followed the gourd and drew the scoop, and released all his hands and feet.

At this moment, Gabriel still has not come back.

Su Fan let out a breath, rubbed his sore hands and feet, quickly came to the wall full of weapons, and chose a weapon that was handy.

It was a scalpel, with a few small words written underneath: No. 4 handle, No. 22 blade.

This one is much sharper than a folding knife.

Afterwards, Su Fan hurriedly rushed out of the infirmary. Just as he was about to leave, a hysterical cry came into his mind: "Kill me!"

Su Fan suddenly stopped and quickly arrived in front of the target.

As if he sensed someone approaching, the weirdo suddenly opened his cloudy pupils, looked directly at Su Fan, and begged: "Kill... me."

Su Fan did not answer him, but asked a question with cold eyes, "Are you a mental patient?"

The weirdo may have thought that Su Fan was his last hope, so he was extremely obedient and replied without hesitation: "Yes!"

After receiving an affirmative answer, Su Fan chuckled, turned around and ran away, leaving the mentally ill patient standing there.

But soon, Su Fan came back. At this time, he was holding a syringe with a large amount of light blue liquid shaking inside.

"Listen, you may die unfortunately in the next process..." Su Fan grinned, "But so what? It's better than what you look like now, right?"