Infinite 1000-meter robot, wiped out the human traffickers at the start.

The two policemen were taken aback by what they heard, and immediately became nervous, reaching for their waists.

One of the policemen asked, "Who wanted to kill you? Where is he?"

"Yes..." The young man was about to answer when the words caught in his throat.

Who is it? How would he know!

"Hmm?" The two policemen frowned. "Someone's threatening you? Don't be afraid, just tell us, we're the police. Don't be afraid!"

"I don't know who he is, but he keeps talking in my head, threatening to kill me!"

Upon hearing this, the two policemen exchanged a glance and immediately lowered their guard.

The gazes toward the young man were full of sympathy. So young and already a lunatic. But which hospital let him out of the way?

"Don't be afraid! We're police officers, and we've already chased the bad guy away! Relax! By the way, what's your name? Where do you live? Do you remember where you're from?"

A voice echoed in the young man's mind again, "They think you're crazy!"

The young man was taken aback and said urgently, "Officer, I'm really not crazy. What I said is true. There really is someone talking in my head."

The police officer, exasperated, reassured him, "Okay, okay, we believe you! Don't worry! Please don't worry!"

The two policemen dared not provoke the young man too much; what lunatic would admit to being lunatic?

Moreover, mentally ill people are not breaking the law when they hurt others, so it would be bad if they accidentally hurt passersby.

The young man got angry and yelled, "Are you all crazy? Can't you understand human language? I'm not crazy, someone's talking in my head, and my hands are out of control! Look at my hands, I can't even control them myself!"

As he spoke, the young man shook and grasped his hand.

The young man's shouting made passersby stop and look over.

But his gaze was a little strange. Could this person be mentally ill?

The two policemen felt humiliated after being insulted, but they couldn't bring themselves to argue with a lunatic.

The two exchanged a glance, and one of them immediately went to the side and made a phone call to a mental hospital.

He quickly hung up and gave another policeman a wink.

The two nodded to each other without saying a word.

Then, one of the policemen said to the young man, "I believe you. Let's go to the guardhouse next door to talk."

The young man nodded and was led forward by two policemen who sandwiched him between them.

Seeing that the policeman dialed the number for a mental hospital, Li Ye didn't rush to deal with the man. He thought it might be better to send him to a mental hospital.

Once the three entered the guard room, Li Ye released his grip on the young man's hands.

The young man immediately felt a sense of ease in his hands, and his face lit up with joy.

He shouted excitedly, "Haha, I can control my hands now! Look, my hands are free!"

As he spoke, he clenched his fists and waved them twice, his face full of excitement.

The two policemen exchanged a knowing glance, their faces showing sympathy. How could such a young man have developed a mental illness?

That's something no normal person would do.

"Alright, officers, I'm all right now, so I'll be going now."

The young man didn't want to stay there anymore. He had figured it out: if the voice in his head really existed, these two policemen would be completely useless.

Now he even doubted whether his stiff hands had caused him to hallucinate, otherwise why was there no sound and no feeling in his hands?

He planned to leave first.

However, he was stopped by two policemen as soon as he stood up.

"What do you want to do? Are you going to restrict my personal freedom? I'm not a criminal."

"Sir, please don't panic. We're only here for your safety. You just said someone wanted to kill you, and we need to understand what happened."

"No, that was just me talking nonsense. I'm leaving now, so please make way."

"Excuse me, sir! We need to understand what you just said in front of everyone, otherwise it might cause public panic. Please give a statement here."

The young man frowned, seeing the two blocking the door, and helplessly turned around and sat down.

"Okay, go ahead and ask."

While the two police officers were stalling for time, a white ambulance arrived shortly afterward.

Boom boom boom!

"Hello, we are from Qingshan Hospital."

The two policemen were overjoyed. They were relieved that the other party had finally arrived. If he hadn't come, they wouldn't have known what excuse to use to stall him.

This crazy young man has pretty clear logic. If it weren't for his behavior just now, they would have thought he wasn't crazy.

The young man's expression changed drastically when he saw the doctors who entered through the door, especially since the words "Qingshan" were on their clothes.

Isn't this the city's mental hospital? What are these people trying to do? Are they treating him like he's mentally ill?

Before he could speak, one of the officers in a white coat asked the policeman next to him, "Is it him?"

"Yes, that's him! See if he's the one who escaped from your hospital?"

The young man yelled, "Are you all fucking crazy?! I'm a normal person!"

After saying that, he tried to rush out the door.

If he didn't run away, he was afraid these people would catch him and lock him up as a mental patient.

However, he underestimated the abilities of these doctors who frequently treated mentally ill patients. Before he could even run away, he was pinned to the ground by several doctors.

Several doctors skillfully pulled out tape, tied him up, and then put him in the car.

Before leaving, the doctor said to the police, "Don't worry, we will definitely cure his illness. Please notify his family to come and complete the registration procedures."

The young man, his face filled with terror, was gagged and made muffled noises, his eyes pleading as he looked at the two policemen.

As the two gradually walked away.

One of the policemen looked at the other and asked, "Tell me, is this guy mentally ill?"

"It seems like it, but it doesn't. It's probably schizophrenia, right? Otherwise, who would say there's someone talking in their head? And look at how his hands move so freely, yet he says he can't control them. What else could it be but a mental illness?"

"That makes sense! But the other person seemed quite normal when they were chatting with us just now."

"I've heard that some mentally ill people are like that. They speak very clearly and logically, and you can't tell at all. Sometimes they'll even discuss things like the Big Bang with you."

"How come you're so experienced?"

"What the hell do you mean?!"

The two joked around and went back to their duties.

On the other side of the ambulance.

The doctor looked at the young man, held up one finger, and asked, "What is this?"

The young man stared wide-eyed and whimpered.

The doctor gave his assistant a wink, and the young man, whose mouth had just been opened, immediately yelled, "Let me go! I'm not crazy! What do you want?"

"Mental patients always claim they're not mentally ill! Tell me what this is first?" the doctor continued, holding up one finger.

The young man gritted his teeth and glared, saying, "This is a fucking shit-stirring stick that doesn't use toilet paper!"