Chapter 1760 (1/2)

There are plenty of hammers, but none of them can't be moved. Colson doesn't quite understand where the mental patient's problem comes from, but he knows it's better not to stimulate him to get sick.

Although it's OK to give him another injection, after the previous bullying of the mentally retarded, the hair loss agent is somewhat guilty. Powerful anesthetics are harmful to the brain, so it's better not to use them frequently.

Since Thor wants to see if there is a hammer that he can't hold, let him see the real reality.

”Although there are still many hammers that we haven't checked, there are none that can't be moved. Everything has its own weight. There are not enough manpower and machines. It's too absolute that you can't lift them. Well, I'll show you the hammers. ”

With compassion, Colson decided to take Thor to the construction site.

Young people are very sick and have a metal licking addiction. I'm afraid they can't get out of the sanatorium this time. Maybe they will spend their whole life there?

Then take this opportunity to take a breath of the free air outside.

Consider it hospice care.

this temporary camp is actually built next to the pit. It is modularized and transported to the place like building blocks to build a house quickly.

The translucent corridor connecting the box like rooms looks like the Mars base in the movie.

Still in the interrogation room, Thor licked a box of hammers and found it didn't taste like that.

So all of them were left behind and Colson turned left and right and walked out of the building area.

Then he saw the pit in the scorching sun. Countless hammers were piled up in it. Sometimes the wind with gravel was blowing, and the belts on the handle of hammers swayed one after another.

A ramp was built on the side of the pit near the camp, and a conveyor belt was attached to it, and a forklift truck shoveled up the hammer and put it on the dump truck, which then unloaded the goods by the conveyor belt.

A hammer was sent to the pit edge on the black rubber belt and dropped into boxes. A large group of people in black with white gloves sat on both sides of the assembly line, waiting for their turn to come to the front of the box, they pulled out the hammer for inspection.

The pit is very, very deep. Even at noon, there is no sunlight at the bottom of the pit. It can only be illuminated by a large number of lamps and lanterns. The roar of various machines and the sound of generator running around make Thor feel at a loss when he first sees this kind of scene.

When the hot wind blew on his face, Colson took out his sunglasses and put them on. He turned to look at the big man beside him:

”this is the hammer we found. I don't think all the hammers are yours, are they?”

”Hah......”

tol covered his chest and made a strange sound as if he was stuck in his throat by phlegm. With so many hammers, if he used a stupid way to search for his real goods, he would have to lick it for years, when the smell of blood would have been gone.

Colson understood why Thor was panting, looked at him sympathetically and patted him tenderly on the back.

After living in a mental hospital for decades, suddenly coming to such a windy and dusty place is really easy to suffer from asthma. The agent said with great experience: ”don't be excited. Breathe slowly. I know it's hard for you to come out and walk. Come here with me. Maybe you will be more happy when you see some acquaintances.”

Acquaintances are true. I'll tell you if you're happy.