Chapter 17 Tattoos and Tunnels

The person staring at Zhang Dadao and the others was none other than the "writer" whom they had talked to in the isolation layer before. Although they had never met in person, Zhang Dadao recognized him at a glance. Not to mention that Zhang Dadao had seen the medical records with his photo printed on them in the duty room, the "writer"'s current appearance was also different from other patients.
The "writer" occupied a table and chair, holding a pen and writing something on a pile of paper. This behavior should not be seen by others. It is not easy for patients to get a pen, and it is also a dangerous item. The sharp pen tip can definitely injure people, not to mention killing them. Zhang Dadao had to apply for any tool, but this "writer" was able to get a pen as soon as he came in. It must be related to his illness.
Zhang Dadao staggered to the side of the "writer", sat down and said, "You're out? It's rare for someone like you who committed suicide to come here, and you can even get a pen? It's not easy!"
The "writer" smiled, shook the pen in his hand and said, "Nothing, although I didn't write anything specific in the book, but I think I should be doing well here."
Zhang Dadao sneered, raised two fingers and poked his eyes twice, saying: "Why are you looking at me?"
The "writer" smiled and said, "Nothing? Just taking a look. By the way, I can do what you said last time. My wife sent the manuscript over."
Zhang Dadao was stunned. He no longer cared about this matter. In his opinion, this "writer" was a real mental patient. He could not really help him and did not care about what he said. He turned around and stopped talking to the "writer". After lunch, the parents of the "failed student" came to pick him up. Zhang Dadao squatted next to the old man again, listening to the old man talking about things that no one could understand.
Half of the afternoon passed quickly. The old man didn't seem to be in a good mood today. He stopped talking after talking for a while. Zhang Dadao said, "Goodbye, teacher," knowing that he would not continue today. This kind of thing has happened many times in the past year. Zhang Dadao returned to the activity room where he usually stayed and saw a scene that surprised him.
In this room, the patients were all gathered around the small table of the "writer", and there were several nurses watching. Zhang Dadao was stunned and really wanted to go up to ask if the "writer" had committed suicide. Then he heard the voice of old man Han next to him: "No need to go up, nothing happened!"
Zhang Dadao was stunned, turned around and saw that Old Man Han was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed and looking at him. Zhang Dadao quickly sat down next to Old Man Han and said, "Why are there so many people around when nothing happened? Even the nurses have come out."

Old Man Han said, "The nurse came over because she saw so many people gathered around and thought something was wrong. In fact, the patients had never seen anyone writing books here before. There were only one or two at the beginning, but more and more people gathered around, and those inside couldn't squeeze out. The less people outside could see, the more they wanted to come in! And they were all patients, so no one spoke. Look, the nurse is tiptoeing."
Zhang Dadao was delighted and said with a smile: "This guy is quite capable."
Old Man Han glanced at him and said, "How is your escape going? Do you have a plan? I heard that you asked Xiao Su to buy a lot of things for you?"
Zhang Dadao was stunned and asked, "Who told you that? Is there any privacy left in this courtyard?"
Old Man Han shook his head. The nurses over there had already begun to disperse the patients who had gathered together. Zhang Dadao and Old Man Han were both silent for a while. Old Man Han then said, "You can run, but don't get Xiao Su involved."
Zhang Dadao opened his mouth and was about to say something when the nurses drove the patient away. One of them came up to Zhang Dadao and said, "Zhang Dadao, Doctor Luo asked you to go to the duty room."
Zhang Dadao was stunned, and he didn't bother to explain more to Old Man Han. He nodded and stood up to go out. After a while, he came to the duty room. The duty doctor and Luobo from the isolation building upstairs came out of the duty room. When the duty doctor saw Zhang Dadao, he nodded at him and said, "Zhang Dadao, Doctor Luo wants to see you, tell me everything!" Then he took the cup and went out.
Zhang Dadao walked in front of Luobo and said, "What's the matter? Are you going to arrest me again?"
Luobo shook his head and said, "It's not that. I just want to ask you something. Zhang Jie, the cleaning lady, said that your clothes that you left to change into when you were staying in the isolation floor for a few days disappeared. What happened?"
Zhang Dadao said happily: "Don't you have surveillance? Why are you asking me?"
Luobo said: "Are you really stupid or are you just pretending to be stupid? The surveillance cameras in the isolation building can only record one room, and the 'writer' is still locked up. Who has time to record you?"
Zhang Dadao curled his lips and said, "The clothes are dirty! I just threw them out of the window!"
Luobo was also stunned. After thinking for a while, he nodded and said, "I thought I couldn't find it! Well, this is your fault. I'll ask you to sign it later!"
Zhang Dadao nodded, not caring about the money for these clothes. He spread his shoulders and said, "Nothing else, right? If not, I'm leaving!"
Luobo waved his hand and said, "Let's go! If you admit it, I'll make a note of it for you! I'll ask you to sign it later."
Zhang Dadao waved his hand and went back to the activity room. This time, the "writer" was gone, and the patients naturally went their separate ways. Old Man Han could no longer see anyone. Seeing that there was no one left to talk to, Zhang Dadao went to the bookshelf and picked up a few books. He opened three books in a row in front of him and read them to pass the time.
When it was time to eat, Zhang Dadao felt a little uncomfortable. He didn't know why, maybe something happened in the hospital in the past few days, anyway, the food was getting worse and worse. Zhang Dadao felt that the taste was not right no matter how he ate, but he had to finish it.
After finishing his meal, Zhang Dadao didn't even have the mood to support the news broadcast anymore, so he leaned against the wall and played with bubbles. Old Man Han came out again at some point and said to Zhang Dadao, "What's wrong? You're not supporting your partner today?"
Zhang Dadao curled his lips and said, "I'm not in the mood. This is because the cook is getting worse and worse! Today's food is worse than yesterday's, and yesterday's food was worse than the day before yesterday. This happened only once last year, and it looks like we have to change it again this year!"
Old Man Han tilted his mouth and said, "There is no difference? I think it's about the same. It seems that you really want to get out, that's why you are dissatisfied with everything!"
Zhang Dadao was stunned for a moment, and said, "Really? There is such a saying? Then it seems that I have to think about how to run. I will ask the 'writer' for the pen later."
"Pen?" Old Man Han was stunned and asked, "What's the use of that broken thing?"
Zhang Dadao looked at Old Man Han ridiculously and said as a matter of course: "Tattoo! Didn't someone say last time that an American guy escaped from prison and got a map of the prison structure tattooed on his back? I'll also get a map , in case it comes in handy!"
Old Man Han was amused and said, "How about I tattoo you a world map? It will be useful in case you get lost! You have been here for seven or eight years, is there any place you don't know? Map, map, you bullshit! Even dogs can't get into the vents and sewers here, and it rains heavily every year, and it's like the Qiantang River outside. Can you tattoo it?"
Zhang Dadao was also stunned and asked, "No? Then I'll use this!" Zhang Dadao took out the spoon he used when eating and said, "I'll dig a tunnel!"
Old Man Han slapped Zhang Dadao on the head in anger and said, "You are made of plastic! Digging for nothing! What floor do you live on? You're still talking about a tunnel. If you dig a hole in the ceiling downstairs, the doctor will boil you! By the time your broken plastic spoon digs through the cement, I guess you will be as old as me!"
Zhang Dadao opened his mouth wide, rolled his eyes, raised his hand and stuffed the spoon into the hand of a patient passing by, nodded and said, "So difficult? I'd better not run away!"

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