A car slowly stopped at the entrance of the mental hospital.

The last bit of sunlight disappears in the sky, and the night is coming.

A young man in a FedEx uniform walked out of the car and he rang the doorbell.

"Hello FedEx, there is Mr. Rooney's mail." The young man's face was hidden in the shadows and could not be seen clearly in the dim environment.

Soon, the hospital door opened and a young female nurse walked out quickly.

"Doctor Rooney is busy, I'll sign for him."

"Please show your ID, I need to register." The young man replied in a formulaic manner.

"OK."

The female nurse looked down for the ID, and when she looked up, she couldn't help but look at the staff in front of her.

"It's rare to see such a handsome courier..."

"Please make sure to hand the email to Mr. Rooney in person." The young man reminded, his voice was warm and made people subconsciously want to obey.

After saying that, he got the receipt and turned around and got the car.

Seeing the car go away, the female nurse closed the door and walked back to the hospital quickly. After a while, she came to the door again. This time she opened the door directly and let a car enter the hospital.

"Where is Dr. Rooney? Take me to see him," Henrik said.

"Please come with me."

Following the elevator all the way down, not long after, Roger and the others arrived at Rooney's office.

"What's going on?" Henrik asked impatiently.

"Just not long after you left, Hannam suddenly reacted, his body trembling violently, as if he was struggling to sit up."

Rooney said as he walked, and soon brought Roger and the others to the door of Hannam's ward again.

In the room, Hannam's body was still shaking, and he wore a special mask on his mouth.

"Many patients often bite their tongues in such crazy situations..." Rooney explained.

"You didn't give him medicine, did you?"

Henrik asked.

If Rooney gave Hannam something like a tranquilizer, they wouldn't get any clues tonight.

"No."

He seemed to notice someone coming in, and Hannam's tremor suddenly increased. His eyes were wide open, and his pupils were filled with endless fear.

"You mentioned on the phone that he spoke."

"What did he say?"

Roger asked suddenly.

Rooney shook his head, "Forget it, it's just a nonsense. Maybe this is not a sign of the worsening condition."

When he said this, there was a faint pleasure flashing across Rooney's face.

Although he hated Hannam to the core, he had nowhere to vent his anger when facing a living dead man. At this time, Hannam reacted, but he suddenly became happy.

"What did he say?"

Henrik asked, with some majesty in his tone.

"I didn't hear it very clearly, and I don't know if there was something wrong with his head. He just kept repeating it."

"It's not me...it's Hannam!"

Henrik and Roger were shocked.

"This is not nonsense. Maybe he wants to say a complete paragraph, but in the end he only spit out a few syllables..."

Rooney was still talking to himself, but Roger and Henrik knew that things were definitely not that simple.

"You go out first, leave it to us!" Henrik ordered.

Rooney was obviously hesitant, but seeing the determination on Henrik's face, he could only nod, "Okay, I remembered that I had just arrived at a courier, a medical record, and I could just check it out."

Rooney made an excuse for himself, closed the door and left.

"It's not me... It seems that the manor tragedy a few months ago is really unrelated to that Gilmore!"

Roger frowned.

"But why did he say... it was Hannam?"

"Is it really like Rooney just said?"

Roger suddenly thought of a possibility, "Will this guy not be the real Hannam!"

"Is there some special means in the extraordinary realm that can completely disguise one person as another person!"

Henrik nodded, "There are indeed methods...but the conditions required are very harsh and it is difficult to achieve under normal circumstances."

"It is obviously more convenient to spend a lot of money on plastic surgery than that."

Henrik stepped forward, "Unlock his bondage and let's try to communicate with him."

Roger pulled the leather buckle that was buckled against Hannam and took off the mask on his face.

"Um...um..."

Hannam drooled, and looked at Roger with infinite prayers. He opened his mouth wide and stammered: "No...not...me!"

"Yes...Hannam!"

When he talked about this name, infinite fear emerged in his eyes.

"It would be great if there was a real psychic here, at least it could help him cleanse his mind, calm his mind and calm his mind."

Henrik took out a brown bottle the size of a thumb, opened the bottle plug and put the mouth close to Hannam's nostril.

After taking a few deep breaths, Hannam's mood seemed to have stabilized a lot, but he still couldn't control his body and just said a sentence repeatedly.

"What did you smell for him?"

"A little medicine to calm the qi and blood."

Henrik sighed, "The medicine is limited, this guy is in a very wrong state, someone has performed a ceremony on him, it looks like some kind of voodoo!"

"I don't know much about this. If I find a professional, I might be able to solve this state in him and get the information we want."

"Let's go, let's leave here first. I'll call and see if I can get some support." Henrik reached out to tie Hannam up.

But at this moment, Roger suddenly spoke.

"Wait a minute."

"I might have a way."

"You?" Henrik was slightly stunned.

Roger stepped forward and approached Hannam, and he bent down and stared into Hannam's eyes.

"Calm down, I'll ask you and answer if you're sure, I'll give you a response."

"ah……"

A short scale was emitted from Hannam's throat.

"Very good, it seems that you are really sober and just can't control your body, right?"

ah……

Hannam continued to respond.

After getting the answer he wanted, Roger took out a metal test tube as thick as a thumb.

"What's this?"

"A little inheritance of the family, but this thing should be able to temporarily solve the abnormal state on him."

"Just drink it, we may be able to know the truth from this guy."

“Are there any side effects?”

Henrik asked cautiously.

"It won't be worse than his current state..."

Roger thought carefully and thought about it. The side effects of drinking the focus potion seemed to be very similar to Hannam's current situation.

"Okay, give him a drink!"

Henrik quickly made up his mind.

Open the plug and pour cold liquid into your mouth.

Just over a dozen seconds later, Hannam's body suddenly stopped swinging, and then suddenly sat up from the bed!

"It's not what I did!"

"Everyone was killed by Hannam!"

"I'm just an equestrian coach, I don't know anything!"

Roger was shocked, and he and Henrik looked at each other and couldn't help but blurt out:

"You are Gilmore?!"
Chapter completed!