Strongest Maniac: Born in an Asylum

"It's so fragrant."

Walter bit into a dog leg. It was very chewy. His mouth was full of grease. A bite of meat, a sip of Sprite—it was so satisfying.

"Yes, it's not bad."

Leo was too hungry. He took bite after bite, eating like a wolf. He didn't even spare the bones. He closed his jaws, the bones shattered, his throat moved, and he swallowed them down.

room 666.

The lights were off. It seemed they were already asleep.

After what happened last time, he felt it must have been his own problem. His colleagues had told him that the two patients in room 666 were not bad. Although they seemed to be the most severe patients in the mental asylum, they never hurt anyone.

If you were scared by them, it only meant you didn't understand them yet.

He wanted to understand these two patients. He didn't expect to befriend them, but he hoped to understand them a little.

He walked to the window and saw two figures inside. With the help of the corridor lights, he could make out their shapes. They seemed to be eating something.

Leon stopped. He had wanted to go in and gently tell them that eating at night was bad for their stomachs and they should go to bed early, but he hesitated.

The fear he thought had disappeared was actually still in his heart. When he came here, that feeling of fear returned.

"Calm down. I have to calm down. There's nothing to be afraid of."

He encouraged himself.

People who could work in a mental asylum all had a talent that was different from ordinary people.

He stood at the door, gathered his courage, and gently pushed it open.

Standing in the darkness, he was like an angel, using the flashlight in his hand to illuminate the brightness for them.

He turned on the flashlight.

"You guys…"

Leon wanted to say, "It's so late, why aren't you asleep yet? You should go to bed early, you know?"

But he was so scared by the scene before him that he trembled all over.

In the darkness, a beam of light shone on Leo's face.

Leo was holding a dog's head in his hand, his mouth open, about to swallow it in one gulp.

When the light shone on him, he looked up slightly, his face expressionless as he stared at Leon. The dead Funeral Dog's head was ferocious and terrifying, and it still carried a trace of unwillingness and resentment.

Gulp!

Leon's Adam's apple moved. A chill rose from the soles of his feet. An illusion! It's all an illusion! He shook the flashlight, shining it on Walter's face. In the light, Walter's face turned pale.

His heart was beating very fast, his expression frozen, sweat dripping from his forehead. He slowly moved the flashlight, shining it on Leo's face.

Leo, holding the dog's head, grinned, then lowered his head and bit into it.

Swish!

The light moved to Walter's face.

Walter grinned, also lowering his head and biting into a dog leg.

Drip! Drip!

Leon held the flashlight to his chin, his eyes filled with fear, his legs trembling. An unknown liquid trickled down his thigh.

He had wet his pants.

And he didn't even know it.

"Do you want some?" Leo asked.

Ah!

Leon screamed in terror. He flailed his arms, throwing the flashlight in his hand, and then scrambled out.

"Help!"

"Help me…"

Leon sprinted down the corridor, crashing into the wall. After falling, he stood up in fear, looking back from time to time. He saw Leo standing at the door, gently beckoning.

For some reason, a gloomy and terrifying voice echoed in his ears.

"Come… come…"

Leo picked up the flashlight, looked calmly at the flustered figure in the distance, shook his head in confusion, hid the flashlight in his pants, and went back into the room to continue eating.

Leon's heart-wrenching screams echoed in the corridor.

An orderly saw Leon in such a panic and quickly stopped him. "What's wrong?"

Leon saw his colleague as if he had seen his savior. He gripped his arms tightly, gasping for breath, and pointed into the distance. "There's a ghost… there's a ghost over there…"

"What ghost? What's wrong with you lately? Weren't you fine during the day?"

His colleague frowned, feeling that there was something wrong with Leon. This was a mental asylum, not a funeral home. Even if there was something, it would be a mental patient, not a ghost.

"There really is…" Leon gestured wildly, jumping on the spot. "I saw it! I really saw it! You have to believe me!"

"Sigh!" The male orderly was helpless. "Alright, you said it's a ghost, right? Where is it? Take me to see it."

"666, it's room 666," Leon said in a panic.

The male orderly had just lifted his foot, but after hearing it was room 666, he slowly lowered it. His expression turned serious. He picked up his walkie-talkie. "Chief, chief, this is Little He. There's a problem with the two patients in room 666 again. Leon is so scared he's lost his mind. I need some colleagues to help."

In the duty room.

The chief was holding his phone, watching the latest TV drama, "My Sister-in-law." The plot was very exciting, and he was engrossed. He took a sip of tea from his thermos. A voice came from the walkie-talkie.

"Received," he replied casually.

But he quickly reacted.

His expression changed. He picked up the walkie-talkie and asked again, "Which ward? Which ward did you say?"

Bzzzt!

"Ward 666."

Swish!

The chief stood up, his expression serious. If it were any other ward, he wouldn't be so nervous. But the patients in room 666 were terrifying. Something big must have happened.

He dialed a number.

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"Hello! This is…"

The chief knew he had to call an ambulance. Things had to be done in unison.

But the other party didn't let him finish and replied directly.

"We know. Green Mountain Asylum. We're on our way."

The mental asylum was really sick. The fixed hospital, the mobile drivers, had long since noted down the mental asylum's number. As soon as a call came in, it would show as Green Mountain Asylum, and they would immediately dispatch someone.

Leon's condition was not good. He was huddled in a corner, his head down. He had been scared out of his wits. He took out his cell phone and tearfully sent a voice message to his girlfriend, hoping for some comfort.

But after a long time, a voice message came.

His girlfriend's voice was effective. It made his heart feel much better. But he heard the sound of someone eating ice cream in the message.

"Babe, don't eat ice cream at night. It's bad for your body."

Leon's condition improved a lot. He sent a voice message back.

Soon, the chief arrived, along with other colleagues on duty. They had all been called by the chief.

To the chief, there was safety in numbers.

Room 666.

The chief looked inside through the window and found that it was very quiet inside. They were all sleeping in their beds. He pushed open the door and pressed the light switch, but the light didn't turn on.

Strange!

"Turn on your flashlights."

Click!

The orderlies turned on their flashlights. They didn't see the terrifying scene Leon had described, but the details made the chief realize that something was wrong.

The floor was a bit messy.

And he saw a light under Leo's blanket.