I didn't dare to speak, I moved slowly against the wall, and the sudden darkness made me very uncomfortable, and I walked very carefully with every step.
After about fifteen minutes, my hand was suddenly taken up: "Jiang Fei?
Is that you?
” The touch from the fingertips was cold and smooth, and it was supposed to be a woman's hand.
I was about to raise my phone when the lights in the hall returned to normal.
The dim light shone on my face, I frowned and looked around, Jiang Fei and the two children stood about two meters away from me: "It's not Jiang Fei, is it Wang Yingnan who is holding my hand?"
” Without a sense of foreboding, I turned my head to see that the door to the rehabilitation room had been opened, and a pale, thin woman was holding my hand.
"Patients?
When did they run out?!
” I looked at the woman's face, she had short hair, she seemed nervous, her lips trembled, and she said over and over again: "It's not me, it's not me......"
"What's wrong with you?"
"It's not me!"
The female patient suddenly became excited, her left hand directly buckled into the wound in my palm, and the right hand hidden behind her brandished a half-foot-long scalpel!
"Calm down!"
I have never had the experience of dealing with mentally ill people before, they don't play according to the routine, they don't do things with rules and logic, and it's hard to judge what they will do in the next second.
I took a step back, my feet feeling like they were in a puddle, and the soles of my shoes felt sticky.
"What is this?"
Looking down, I gasped, and my feet were full of blood at some point, and Wang Yingnan was lying in the middle of the pool of blood at this time!
He was foaming at blood and wanted to speak, but more blood spilled from his mouth.
My pupils shrank a little, staring at Wang Yingnan's neck, where there was a deep cut.
I tried to lean over to take a closer look, but my hand was still being grasped by the female patient, who was so strong that her thin fingers were like fishhooks.
"It's not me, it's not me!"
The woman also saw Wang Yingnan on the ground, her emotions began to get out of control, and the scalpel swung more and more.
"Don't be impulsive!
I know it's not you!
"In the face of a mentally ill person, no matter how much I say, she will look pale, and she will not listen to it at all.
In desperation, I grabbed her wrist holding the knife and pinned her to the ground.
"Jiang Fei, come and help!"
Snatching the scalpel and controlling the crazy woman, I had time to examine Wang Yingnan's body.
"A single knife kills, but why does this throat cutting technique look a little strange?"
I took the scalpel and struck Wang Yingnan twice on the neck.
"Gao Jian, what should I do with this woman?"
Jiang Fei pressed the crazy woman's wrist alone, the expression on her face was very frightened, the eldest lady of the Jiang family should have seen a dead person for the first time.
"Don't worry, I see that she is not the only one in the ward just now, and the murderer may not be her."
Now is not the time to judge who the murderer is, the first priority is to escape.
There was no way out, and some of the passages were chained, and the keys in my hand couldn't be opened.
"Can you understand what I'm saying?"
I twisted the madwoman's face towards myself, and she suddenly became irritable and suddenly shouted, but she just wouldn't answer my question.
"Jiang Fei, if you take the scalpel for self-defense, I'm afraid we have been targeted."
With nowhere to run, I was reluctant to retreat, and with only a few hours before dawn, we could have found a safe place, locked the door and waited until dawn, or hoped that the police would arrive sooner.
This time the live broadcast is different from the past, it is not a ghost or a ghost, but someone is playing ghosts!
Unlike ghosts who only act on obsession, people are more complex and have more things to consider.
"The safest thing to do now is to kill all the suspects, but in this case, what is the difference between us and the abusers?"
When the short-haired madwoman calmed down, I boldly entered the rehabilitation treatment room, where the patients were still standing stupidly.
"What are you doing" I was suddenly stared at by a few cold eyes, my cold sweat instantly soaked my forehead, and I firmly grasped the door panel with one hand, as long as one of them behaved aggressively, I would lock the door immediately.
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"Get treated."
"No, we're atoning for our sins."
To my surprise, someone in the house answered my questions, and I finally found someone who could communicate with me normally!
"Who was talking just now?"
"It's me."
"No, it's me."
There were four people standing in the room, an old man over half a hundred years old, a stupid pregnant woman, a middle-aged man with gloomy eyes, and a young man in his twenties who looked weak.
It was the young man who had spoken before, and he had several scars on his face from cigarette burns.
"I said that."
"No, I said that."
The young man was tearing at his face, he was talking to himself, his expression tangled and painful.
I watched it for a long time: "Could this be schizophrenia?"
” "I'm not sick!"
"I'm not sick!"
Even if it means the same thing, he will say it twice, and then get caught up in the contradiction he has wove himself.
"I'm not sick, you're the one who is sick!"
"No, it's all because of you that we're locked up!"
Although it was difficult to communicate, I gained a lot of valuable information from the dialogue between these two different personalities of young people.
The director of the Hatsan Psychiatric Hospital, a privately run psychiatric experimental institution, is said to be a returnee with a doctor of psychology, and the psychiatric hospital is still operating normally, but they generally do not accept ordinary mental patients.
Psychiatric hospitals are usually divided into primary and secondary wards, and newly admitted patients will be observed in the primary ward, with limited range of activities, and will only be allowed to enter the secondary ward when they perform well.
Some of those whose condition continues to deteriorate and remain in the first-tier ward for several years are transferred to the isolation ward.
Most of the patients admitted to the Hatsan Psychiatric Hospital come from isolation wards, and they introduce patients who are helpless in other hospitals into their own hospitals through irregular channels, and then undergo various psychological tests.
Experimentation sounds like a gentle and harmless word, but in reality it symbolizes an unimaginable cruelty.
For example, local shock stimulation and various dangerous drug attempts, this psychiatric hospital is not helping the mentally ill recover, but destroying their spirits.
It takes months or even years to get a crazy person back to normal, but it only takes a few hours to make a crazy person completely stupid.
In the quarrel between the two personalities of the young people, I also knew the names of several of them, the old man who was over half a hundred years old was called Zhang Zhongyou, a homeless man who was taken in by a mental hospital and suffered from dementia.
The pregnant woman's name was Meizhu, which was the nickname given to her by the doctor, and she didn't even remember her real name.
The middle-aged man with gloomy eyes is called Lao G, who suffers from a variety of mental illnesses, claustrophobia, irritability, delusion of victimization, and so on.
The short-lived person who was outside with a knife was called Strawberry, and it was said that she was particularly fond of strawberries.
The young man's own name is Han Le, schizophrenia, he has three personalities, but the main personality does not like to speak.
After getting to know the situation of these people, I asked a question that had been bothering me for a long time: "How many of you patients are being treated in the recovery room, but why don't I see the doctor?"
” "The doctor just left."
"No, it's been a while."
According to Han Le, there were originally six people in the room, and the one who disappeared was the doctor.
"It seems that the person who killed Wang Yingnan is likely to be the doctor who disappeared."
I have seen the wound on Wang Yingnan's neck, and the technique is very professional, and only someone who often holds a scalpel can cut out such a smooth wound.
But at this time, another question came to my mind: "No, why can people who treat mental illness use scalpels so skillfully?"
Could it be that the other party secretly often practices against living people?
” I was thinking about it when the lights outside flashed a few times, and then all the lights inside the building went out again!
"It's broken!"
Deep darkness and fear hit me, and I ran out of the room, but it was still a step too late.
A high-pitched female voice came from outside, and my heart pounded when I heard it.
Stepping on Wang Yingnan's undried bloodstains, I struggled to move forward in the dark corridor, the murderer did not know where to hide, and a fatal scalpel could stretch out from every blind corner of my sight.
"Every time the lights go out, someone dies!
I should have thought of it a long time ago!
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