While eating, Zuo Fei saw a foreigner with yellow curly hair, and kept talking in English. During the meal, Zuo Fei felt his brain buzzing, as if the English listening was played ten times.

"Who is he?"

Zuo Fei felt his head hurt when he heard English.

Huang Bo smiled and said, "The newly hired nurse only needs to pay 30 yuan a day, which is so cost-effective."

Zuo Fei smiled bitterly: "You don't have to save so much. It's better to spend more money and hire someone with no communication barriers."

"Although he is not very good at looking and has mediocre ability, he has a passion for work and is meticulous. Where can I find such a good nurse? Moreover, you see, these days are chaotic, and madmen run around at night, and people are in panic. At this moment, who dares to work in a mental hospital?"

"Then you can't let us take the English listening test every day. Who can withstand this? I'm afraid that the patient will drive us crazy if he is not cured." Zuo Fei said.

Spicy rice with scallion rice agrees: "Seriously agree."

Uncle Huang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Raise your hands to vote, who agrees and who opposes?"

"I object."

“I object, too.”

"I have to object."

As a result, except for Huang Fei and Huang Bo, everyone present unanimously opposed it.

Huang Fei said: "I speak English well, so I will be responsible for communicating with him."

Yang Ren cleaned his hair, tried to cover his bald head, coughed dryly, looked at Zuo Fei, and gave him a wink.

Zuo Fei for no reason, leaned closer and asked, "What are you doing?"

Yang Ren said in a very low voice: "We must stop Huang Fei, riding a foreign horse is glorious, and being caught with foreign cannons is shameful, and we cannot let the foreign devils succeed."

"No, he is so weird that he is so ugly."

"Don't underestimate foreigners. They are very good at fooling people. Good people can fool them."

"I don't think it's possible that Huang Fei's vision is so low."

Yang Ren said: "You are still too young and don't understand what love is like over time. We can't give him a chance. It's best to kill him in the cradle."

"What you said is not completely unreasonable." Zuo Fei raised his hand and looked at Huang Fei and said, "How can I help you work hard? I will take him and learn English by the way. What if I want to be in line with the international community in the future."

"Didn't you have a headache after listening to English?" Huang Fei asked coldly.

Zuo Fei had a righteous look on his face: "Lu Xun said: A true warrior dares to face the bleak life and dares to face the blood, let alone face an inconspicuous foreigner." After he said that, in order to express his determination, he recited a song by Taizu "Manjianghong". The words are straight and powerful, and they also have a hint of Hunan accent:

In the small world, there are several flies hitting the wall.

Buzzing, a few shrill sounds, and a few sobs.

Ants are affinity with locusts to exaggerate the country, but it is not easy to shake a tree by a croaker.

The west wind is falling leaves in Chang'an, and the flying whistle is blowing.

How many things are always urgent;

Heaven and earth turn, time is forcing.

Ten thousand years is too long, so I have to seize the day.

The four seas are tumultuous and the five continents are shaking and the wind and thunder are thunderous.

Zuo Fei continued, "Isn't it just English? I just think it's a few flies buzzing."

Huang Fei's voice was cold: "It's up to you."

Zuo Fei and Yang Ren looked at each other, understanding each other, showing a look of "you understand".

The foreigner's name is Olich, who comes from Austria. His parents died since childhood. His family was barely buried. He followed a priest across the ocean to China for less than half a year. The priest died of illness. He worked odd jobs everywhere and had no place to live, so he slept in the Internet cafe. Although his life was miserable and worthy of sympathy, he must first help the outside world. Children in the mountainous areas couldn't even have enough food.

"Ori, don't you speak Chinese?"

Zuo Fei asked.

Oli's blue eyes dripped: "Yes, a little bit, it's there."

Zuo Fei smiled and said, "Isn't this a good word? You are not allowed to use English in the future. Do you know?"

"But I, speaking Chinese, is awkward, very difficult to speak." Oli was a little embarrassed.

Zuo Fei said: "It's good to follow the customs of the countryside. As long as you insist on speaking every day, you can make a big progress. It's just like that. If you are awkward alone, it's better than everyone. You need humanistic care and a spirit of fraternity." He instilled thoughts in Oli with nonsense, but he didn't know how many words the other party understood. Anyway, he would be scared first and then talk about it. You can't always let him buzz in his ears.

Uncle Huang smiled awkwardly and said to Oli: "It's right to listen to Zuo Fei."

Oli said, "Yes, I will communicate with you in Chinese from now on."

Zuo Fei could barely accept it. Although he spoke intermittently, it was better than listening to English.

After the meal, Huang Bo, Huang Fei, Yang Ren and Xiaoyu went to assist other nursing staff, and they had to observe all patients and monitor their condition in real time.

Zuo Fei and Dacong decided to go to the western suburbs, and Oli volunteered, and he was indeed very enthusiastic.

"How are you doing?" Zuo Fei asked Oli.

"I like, Bruce Lee, practiced, Jeet Kune Do."

Zuo Fei looked at him a few times. Oli was half a head shorter than him. Although he was a little thin, he was very capable and had good physical fitness. He was a few years older than Zuo Fei, his face was weathered and dark, but his blue eyes were particularly bright. If it weren't for his outturned sausage mouth, he would have been a handsome guy. But unfortunately, one white covers all the ugly things, and the other black destroys everything. With the sausage mouth, he would be simply unsightly.

"You go with us, but you must listen to my orders and cannot act without permission, do you know?"

"I know, no, I'll take my own initiative."

The western suburbs are several kilometers away from the madhouse. The situation is very special recently. Many drivers no longer need to run cars. Even if they are adventure sports cars, they only dare to recruit people in the city. Moreover, they must also observe their expressions and behaviors and observe the customers' descriptions and behaviors, so as not to be caught by the madman.

The moon has risen, like a bright mirror, illuminating the earth with snow-white color.

Dacone rode his broken motorcycle, carrying Zuo Fei and Oli, and at the intersection where he left the western suburbs, the broken motorcycle was stopped by the patrolman.

Zuo Fei showed his ID, with a national emblem printed on it, and the words of confidential personnel, and a line of numbers below. The policeman took out a scanner, scanned the ID, and then released Zuo Fei and the other two.

But I was still warned because the motorcycle was severely overloaded, so I asked them to pay attention next time.

Dacone was not convinced at first, and wanted to argue with the patrol police, so Zuo Fei stopped him. This guy was too reckless and someone had to stare at him, otherwise he would cause trouble. Three hours later, they came to the door of the chicken farm in the western suburbs, contacted the person in charge, and conducted a detailed investigation.

It turned out that starting from half a month ago, two or three chickens would be thrown every day, but no matter how they guarded them, they would inevitably throw chickens, as if there were ghosts in the dark. Next to the chicken farm is a thousand acres of vegetable garden, which can be used for top dressing after the chicken manure is fermented, and the vegetables are crunchy. The same as the chicken farm, it was also half a month ago that vegetables were stolen. At first, they were picked, but then they were uprooted (carrots) and sent people to guard day and night, without any clues.

Zuo Fei asked, "Didn't you find footprints?"

The person in charge said: "In order to ensure the wildness of the chickens, our chicken farm is all free-range. Even if there are footprints, the running chickens will catch flowers. The vegetable fields have ridges and are all hard. Unless they are large animals such as cattle and horses, it will be difficult to leave footprints. After the rain, it is possible, but since the sun turns red, it has not fallen, which is bitter."

Zuo Fei was confused and had no idea. He was originally trying to track down the clues, but it turned out to be a complaint meeting.

Oli said, "Come owner, can you take us to the vegetable garden and have a look?"

Zuo Fei stared at him secretly, and Oli shrank his neck.

The person in charge of the chicken farm said: "It's OK."

However, when they came to the hut of the gardener, they found that the door was closed and there was no one in the room.

After waiting for a while, I saw that the gardener still didn't come back.

"No, something happened, right?" Ollie said.

Zuo Fei said: "Let's look for the vegetable garden, maybe we'll go to the garden for a night out."

The few of them walked along a ridge of the vegetable garden for hundreds of meters. A figure fell in the middle of the cabbage and ate a mouthful of dirt. It was the old man who was watching the garden. The person in charge of the chicken farm hurriedly pinched the person, and the old man woke up slowly: "Oh, I'm so scared."

Zuo Fei asked: "Have you been attacked?"

The people in the garden looked scared: "There is a white-haired monster who stole vegetables and entered the black wood forest."
Chapter completed!