I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

Having grasped this knowledge, Lu Ban did not judge whether the judge's trial was just. From a basic moral point of view, this guy who pretended to be crazy should indeed be punished, and the money he swindled should be returned to the victims. But in this country, the law protected him in this way, and that is reality.

"It seems this place is indeed a paradise for all kinds of criminals. They can still play computer games here after swindling so much money."

Lu Ban commented.

Only then did he notice the gazes of the patients around him.

The "mentally ill patients" were stunned when they saw the leopard slap the patient's head open with a single blow. They didn't know if it was a special effect or if their brains had really been damaged from spending too much time in the mental hospital.

“We already know his condition and can restore him to normal.”

Lu Ban said to the leopard beside him.

But this innocent and beautiful girl frowned her pretty eyebrows.

"Restore to the original state?"

Leopard looked at Lu Ban with innocent eyes.

What does "restore to its original state" mean?

"So, yeah, so you really did dig his head open and extract his memories?"

Lu Ban couldn't help but ask.

At first, he thought that Leopard was like him using [Last Words] to access other people's memories and experiences, using the power of the Great Old Ones to view this person's memories and past.

Unexpectedly, what I just crushed wasn't a crystallization of memories, but this guy's soul?

Things seem to have gotten serious.

Seeing the increasingly confused mental patients, Lu Ban couldn't help but think of something.

Chapter 797 Sitting in a Row

As an incarnation of an Old One, Leopard certainly understands supernatural powers better than Lu Ban, so reading memories without harming anyone should be a simple matter for him.

But for Leopard, rather than saying that she intentionally killed the patient to rid the people of a scourge and to bring them joy, it would be more accurate to say that she was completely unaware that she had just killed someone.

You're happily walking down the street, eating hotpot, and singing songs, when suddenly a few ants block your way, waving their antennae at you, as if to say that you just stepped on their companion and asked if you would admit your guilt.

Leopard is a good person in every way, except that he's too carefree.

Perhaps because they haven't fully adapted to life in human society, they occasionally make careless mistakes.

After all, pretending to be human is too tiring, and without some fun, it would be difficult for these incarnations of the Great Old Ones to persevere.

Now, in the courtyard of Arkham Asylum, the armed guards seemed to have noticed the problem as well. They looked over, and several of them had already taken action.

Leopard quickly came up with an idea after realizing what she had done, but just as she raised her hand, Lu Ban suddenly stopped her.

"You're not going to kill all the witnesses next, are you?"

"Is it not allowed?"

Leopard looked at Lu Ban with its innocent big eyes.

"Of course not, we still need to show them movies."

Lu Ban answered as a matter of course.

"That's right."

Leopard thought Lu Ban was right, and changed his hand gesture again.

Then, you see the "mentally ill" patient in front of you with his head bursting open, and then the bursting head closes up again.

He came back to life.

The patient seemed unaware of what had just happened, oblivious to Lu Ban and Leopard, and focused his attention on the computer in front of him. He rapidly typed on the keyboard, spending all his money in one go. Whether he donated it to charity or simply bought tens of thousands of balloons to contribute to the ozone hole in Antarctica, Lu Ban had no way of knowing.

However, Lu Ban noticed that there seemed to be some dirt on the back of this person's neck.

It looked like something white and sticky had stuck to it.

Upon closer inspection, it can be seen that the substance oozes from under the patient's skin, like a pimple, and within that mark, there is a thread.

The thread stretched vertically upwards into the infinitely high sky, and no one knew where it ultimately ended up.

This person was like a puppet on strings; after doing what he had just done, he didn't move again, just staring blankly at the screen, like a puppet without any control.

Seeing this, the security guards stopped coming over and went back to their positions.

No one sympathized with these patients; it was better to avoid trouble, so they just pretended what they had just seen was a hallucination.

That's what they were thinking.

"It's a small problem, a small problem."

Leopard puffed out its chest with a "look how awesome I am" expression.

The other patients, not knowing what they had just seen, stared warily at the two.

Lu Ban arrived at the doctor's office and caught a doctor slacking off. The doctor was playing FreeCell and was almost done with it.

"doctor."

Lu Ban's unexpected remark startled the doctor, who immediately shut down the game. The doctor tilted his head, looked at Lu Ban, and only felt relieved when he realized it wasn't his superior, though he was still somewhat confused.

"That's right, we are staff members of the Miskatonic Film Festival, and we want to show movies to the patients in the hospital to bring some joy to their hospital stay."

Lu Ban immediately said.

"Playing a movie? You've already made a reservation with the dean?"

The doctor asked.

Lu Ban saw that Leopard was about to walk forward, so he slapped the slacking doctor on the head and hurriedly stopped the girl.

"I'll handle it."

As Lu Ban spoke, he casually tore a piece of paper from the table next to him, and then quickly wrote words on it with a silver fountain pen.

[A simple and practical note that anyone who reads it will agree with what the signer said.]

Lu Ban signed his name on the paper and said this as he handed it to the doctor.

"We've already made an appointment with the dean. Please give us the equipment; we should have the necessary equipment for outdoor screenings here."

The doctor was momentarily dazed after taking the note from Lu Ban.

Then, he nodded as if he understood, and pointed to the key hanging on the wall.

"The third key from the left is the key to the warehouse. The projector is in the warehouse, which is at the end of the corridor."

"Thank you very much, please give me this certificate."

As Lu Ban spoke, he took the paper back.

The doctor didn't react until Lu Ban and Leopard left, staring blankly in the direction of the door.

The two quickly took out the projector and the huge screen.

North America loves open-air cinemas, especially given its car culture tradition. Often, young couples don't have their first date in a dimly lit movie theater, but rather at an open-air drive-in theater showing old movies. For just a small fee, they can buy popcorn and two large cups of Coke and have a wonderful evening.

Therefore, hospitals also have such equipment.

Lu Ban and Bao Bao quickly set up the curtain.

This has attracted the attention of many patients.

These patients were all vicious criminals outside, and the number of people they had killed was probably close to that of a reinforced battalion. Money allowed them to eke out a living in the mental hospital, and they were somewhat disdainful of Lu Ban's actions.

"Everyone, please sit down and don't rush for seats. The movie is about to start."

Lu Ban shouted.

No one responded to him; everyone continued with their own tasks.

Lu Ban thought for a moment and then walked over to a security guard.

Lu Ban handed the security guard the note with his name on it and said something.

"Lend me your gun."

The security guard picked up the note with a puzzled look, then quickly became dazed and blank, handing the shotgun in his hand to Lu Ban.

Lu Ban picked up the gun, went to the curtain, and without hesitation fired a shot into the sky.

bang——

The gunshot quickly drew the attention of the patients. Several Black people even immediately put their hands behind their heads and squatted down, as if they had this action ingrained in their DNA.

"Everyone, come and sit down. Don't rush for seats. The movie is about to start."

Lu Ban said kindly.

Who are you?

A bald patient, who looked like he knew how to fight, shouted at Lu Ban.

Lu Ban didn't answer, but instead fired a shot at his feet.

bang——

The bald patient immediately jumped up, looking at Lu Ban with disbelief.

"Please find a seat."

Lu Ban smiled.

The patients looked at each other, then all went to the central square, found seats, and sat down as obediently as kindergarten children.

After all, compared to herself, the man in front of her seemed more like a mental patient.

Nobody knows why he's playing movies for him. Who knows if he might shoot him and then use legal means to become a fellow patient in the same hospital?

Seeing this, Lu Ban was very satisfied.

Chapter 798 Look! Why aren't you looking!

Seeing everyone line up and sit down in an orderly fashion, with their hands on their laps, just like elementary school students preparing for a sports meet, Lu Ban felt extremely gratified.

It seems that these mental patients are indeed wealthy and well-educated. As for why they have fallen to this state, Lu Ban believes that in addition to their personal efforts, they also owe their fate to the support of the country.