MTL - My Five Elements Lack You-Chapter 95 Hospital fright

The narrow corridor gave people a feeling that it was not so good, so that Zhou Jiayu reached out and knocked after seeing the door without thinking much.

There was no response at the door. Zhou Jiayu knocked again. When he thought that no one would answer, there was a dull male voice at the door: "Come in."

Zhou Jiayu heard the sound, reached for the doorknob and gently turned it. After a slamming sound, the wooden door in front of him was opened by a gap, and everyone saw the scene in the house.

The walls inside the house were all painted black, and the bright lights were even more bleak in such a room. Zhou Jiayu saw a huge wooden table in the middle of the room, and a man in white was sitting behind the wooden table. The man wore a white mask on his face and glasses on his nose. Because the lights were dim, even the eyesight of Zhou Jiayu could not see his face too clearly.

"Hello." The man said, "What are you doing?"

Everyone walked from the corridor to the house. I thought that leaving the narrow tunnel, the feeling of depression would be alleviated, but what I didn't expect was that the dean's office was even more breathless. Zhou Jiayuguang is very uncomfortable after staying here for a while. He really cannot imagine a normal person sitting here for a long time and still maintaining a rational mind.

"Hello." Zhou Jiayu said, "Are you the dean here?"

The man nodded and said, "Yes, I am, what are you doing?"

Zhou Jiayu repeated the content he had just spoken with Li Yizhen and expressed their willingness to investigate the patient.

"Sit." The dean stood up to them and told them to sit down. He said, "I can fully cooperate with the police investigation. I would like to ask you about which patient."

Everyone looked at the chair and didn't move. Zhou Jiayu didn't want to sit down opposite him. Although it looked rude, the dean gave him a bad feeling.

"Jiang Zhu." Zhou Jiayu cautiously said the name, while carefully watching the expression of the dean.

But the reflective eyes and the masks worn on the face obscured most of the face of the dean. It is difficult for Zhou Jiayu to get any useful information from his expression.

Because of the reaction of Li Yizhen, Zhou Jiayu had some concerns that he would have had a radical reaction after he said the name of Jiang Zhu, but the tone of the dean was very cold: "Sorry, I can't remember." This patient, you want to know the information about him, I am afraid I have to go to the archives to find out."

“Don't remember?” Zhou Jiayu did not believe, “Are you sure you don’t remember the name of Jiang Zhu?”

"Yes." The dean said very positively.

Zhou Jiayu looked at him suspiciously: "But outside Dr. Li, I remember very clearly. If you don't mind, can you bother to accompany us to the archives room?"

The dean heard that he did not speak, but fell silent.

Xu Jinyu took a handful of shots at this time and said: "Mr. Dean, you have to think clearly."

It was a short silence. I didn't know if the Dean wanted to understand it. Or the threat of Xu Jinyu played a role. The Dean nodded slightly and some reluctantly agreed with Zhou Jiayu's proposal.

"Let's go." The dean said, "I will take you over."

Everyone followed him out of the office. Zhou Jiayu noticed that the office was very strange when he left. There was nothing other than the table and chair. There are no bookcases beside the walls, all empty, and there are no materials and items on the table. It seems that except for the tables and chairs, only the dean is so personal, sitting quietly in the room made of black walls.

Everyone circumvented the long and narrow corridor, and when they came out from it, everyone was relieved. This kind of structure is really not for people. After a long time, I am afraid that there will be problems in the spirit of normal people.

"The archives room is on the fifth floor and has to pass through the inpatient department." The dean said, "Please slow down, don't run and fight, or you will stimulate the patient."

After coming out, Zhou Jiayu finally saw the appearance of the dean through the light outside. His eyes were long and narrow, and there was no gods hanging. The eyes were squinting and looked very unspirited. Normal people would face the dialogue when they spoke. But he hangs his head from start to finish, his eyes drifting from time to time, as if looking for something.

"Let's go." Zhou Jiayu said.

The dean stepped up and walked down the stairs toward the fourth floor. The paintings they had seen downstairs gradually increased, and the content became more and more strange. In the end, there was no specific pattern but a mess of graffiti. The color was mainly red and black.

Shen Yiqian did not hold back, and asked: "Mr. Dean, what are these paintings?"

The dean turned his head and looked at Shen Yiqian. He said slowly: "These are the works of our hospital. They are very nice and artistic, and we exchange feelings with each other."

Shen Yiduo whispered that your feelings can be really complicated.

The dean gave him a look.

Shen Yipeng was very rude and slammed back.

When Zhou Jiayu had some doubts that the two would quarrel, the dean regained his gaze and continued to bow his head. They quickly reached the inpatient department on the fifth floor. According to the dean, the archives were in the inpatient department. At the end, it’s over. As for why it is necessary to arrange important archives and hospitalized patients in a single floor... This is not known.

Zhou Jiayu thought that the inpatient department was all in the ward, but it was only on the fifth floor that it was not so much an inpatient department, but it was more like a place where patients were free to move. In the hallway, in the hall, people wearing special sick clothes are everywhere. Some of them sit in chairs, some sit on the ground, some are talking to people, and some are playing some simple games.

Zhou Jiayu saw three patients around playing p:u\'k:e. If they were not wearing a sick suit, the light looked more normal than the leading dean in front of him.

"Small voice." The dean whispered, walking light and slow, as if afraid of disturbing anything.

Everyone involuntarily slowed down. When Zhou Jiayu passed by a patient, he heard that his mouth was counting fifty-three, fifty-four, fifty-five...

Zhou Jiayu licked his eyebrows and whispered: "What is he counting?"

The dean heard and turned to look at Zhou Jiayu: "You can ask yourself."

Zhou Jiayu licked his lips and asked the patient sideways: "What are you counting?"

The patient looked up and did not answer the question of Zhou Jiayu. Instead, he said, "Oh, whisper, you are too loud, they will find you."

they? Zhou Jiayu’s brows were even tighter.

The patients in the inpatient department did not have any overreaction when they saw the outsiders. They cast a lot of attention and then quieted themselves in their own world.

Zhou Jiayu observed around and found that most of the patients were male, only one or two female patients were seen in the corner. The age of male patients is mostly in the middle age range, and it is not seen that the grade is too small or too large.

The patient is almost like being selected - there is such a thought in Zhou Jiayu's mind.

"What's wrong?" The Dean noticed that Zhou Jiayu had been watching from the side and suddenly stopped and asked him.

"It's okay," Zhou Jiayu said. "It's just strange how I didn't see the doctor."

"Oh," said the dean. "At this point they are doing other things."

"Do other things? Will the patient be placed here so that it won't happen?" Lin said.

"What can be done?" the dean muttered. "They can't run out, what can be done?" He said this, and he laughed so loudly. This laugh sounded like what he was happy about. Things are about to suppress the joy of the heart.

Everyone did not speak, but looked at each other. Obviously, this dean is very abnormal. No, it is accurate that the hospital is not normal.

I finally passed the inpatient department and arrived at the archives. The dean took out the key and opened the door of the archive room.

As soon as the door opened, a smell of dust rushed to the surface. The room was covered with gray marks everywhere. The corner was a dense cobweb. It seems that no one has cleaned it for a long time.

“No one is here to watch?” Lin Biao asked.

"No, there are not so many people." The dean said, "Where there are so many people who come, they can’t recruit people every year, and they can’t recruit people. It’s good to have someone.”

Zhou Jiayu listened to his words and found that when the dean spoke, he seemed to like to repeat one sentence, one or two times, and the number of times sounded very nervous.

After the dean opened the door for them, they planned to leave. Xu Jian was able to stretch his hand and directly stopped his way: "Mr. Dean, you don't mind taking the mask down and letting us see it."

The air suddenly stagnate, and the dean’s nephew shot a cold sight. He whispered something, as if cursing, when Zhou Jiayu thought he would refuse, he saw that he really reached out. Mask, then take the mask off.

When Zhou Jiayu saw the appearance of the dean, he couldn't help but take a breath.

The face behind the mask was traversed by several huge wounds. The wound didn't know what caused it. It was long and wide. It was stitched up with rough techniques, and even the shape of the lips could not be seen.

"Do you see it?" asked the dean.

Xu Jian was very calm, did not show any surprised expression, but asked: "What injury did you have?"

"I was attacked by people." The dean said, "Someone attacked me and scratched my face, but it doesn't matter. It has healed now." He grinned and looked like he was forcibly stitched together. The face is also twisted, revealing a weird smile.

“Who attacked you?” Lin Biao asked. “Is it not a patient in this hospital?”

The dean did not speak, but just reached out and put on the mask, and seemed unwilling to answer their questions.

"We are not familiar with this place, and the troubled dean will accompany us to find it." I don't know if I noticed anything. Lin suddenly spoke out of the water, and it was quite rude to say it.

The dean seemed to want to refuse, and Lin said, "Is the Dean going to do something?"

Dean said: "Yes, I am very busy, I don't have time to accompany you." He whispered again and again. "There is no time to accompany you." He wanted to turn and leave, but he was stopped by Xu Zhijin and reached out: "Sorry, Mr. Dean, we are not familiar with this, please give us some time."

The dean looked at Xu Jinyu with resentment, but from his body, it was obviously not Xu’s opponent, so he still stayed under the balance.

A few people walked into the archives room. Zhou Jiayu began to cough as soon as he entered. He began to think that it was allergic to dust, but after standing there for a while, he felt that he was about to cough up the lungs. It really couldn’t stand it. I was able to sneak out of the archives and breathe a little outside to slow down.

“What happened?” Lin Biao said. “How can you cough so badly?”

Zhou Jiayu shook his head and said that he did not understand. He took out a paper towel, covered his nose and mouth, and shook his shoulders outside. It took a while to force out the oxygen in the throat.

"Maybe it is allergic to the things inside." Xu Jinyu said, "You are waiting outside, we can find it."

It seems that this can only be done. Zhou Jiayu found a position outside the archives and watched them look inside.

Although he was forced to stay, the dean did not mean anything to help. He stood in the corner and looked at a few people with vigilant eyes. It looked like he was ready to escape.

Zhou Jiayu intends to throw a paper bin that he used to hold his nose and mouth, but when he looks carefully at the paper towel in his hand, he finds some black powder on the paper towel.

"What is this?" Zhou Jiayu was a little embarrassed, reached out and wiped it, and found that the powder was a bit like an ashes. He looked up at the archives in front of him, and suddenly there was a bad feeling.

"What?" Shen Yi poor from the door recently, ran to the side of Zhou Jiayu.

"I just didn't cough all the time, I felt coughed out something strange." Zhou Jiayu handed the paper towel to Shen Yi poor.

Shen Yijun licked the paper towel on the eyes of Jia Jiayu, but he was full of inexplicable: "No."

Zhou Jiayu looked again and found that the black ash that I saw just disappeared: "How come, I just coughed up some black ashes."

The people in the room heard the conversation between the two of them, and they all planned to come out to see it. Lin Zhushui also walked in the direction of Zhou Jiayu. However, he just left the archives room and there was a sigh of anger in the room. :"Where are you going??"

Then there was the sound of a heavy object falling on the ground. Zhou Jiayu was shocked and looked into the room. He found that the window of the archive room was opened. The chief who had just stood by the window disappeared. There is no doubt that he jumped out of the window.

Here is the fifth floor. One can't get a dead person. Xu Jinyu ran to the edge of the window and watched as the chief climbed up from the ground and turned and ran.

Xu Jinwei: "He is lying, he really ran!"

Zhou Jiayu said: "This is the fifth floor. Is it okay to jump?"

Xu Jinyu said: "Mom, he is fine, running faster than a rabbit."

"In the end, this dean is a ghost." Lin Biao said, "What do you think of water?"

“Nature is a human being.” Lin was channeling the waterway. “But the Meng’s site is surrounded by our coke corpses and is also a living person.”

The crowd fell silent, apparently remembering what happened at the Monte Carlo site that night. Obviously, the abnormal situation of this psychiatric hospital has a relationship with Meng Yangtian and their group, strange doctors, strange patients, and the atmosphere of the whole hospital suppressed to the extreme.

"We continue to search the files, others go out to find other doctors to see the situation?" Xu Jian proposed.

"Well, go by the water, you go with the cans, I and Xu Jian stay here to find it." Although Lin Biao quite abandon these dusty files, but decided to stay.

Zhou Jiayu is allergic to the house. Lin can't see the water, so he can go out and find someone.

"Good." Lin agreed to water.

So the two left the archives and were going to go downstairs to look like the floor of the doctor's office area. When I passed the inpatient department, I didn’t have the dean to lead the way. Those patients who were just friendly were suddenly very hostile to them. At first, Zhou Jiayu thought it was his own illusion, but when a patient threw the hard object in his hand toward him, Zhou Jiayu determined that this was not his misunderstanding.

After being looked at by more than one hundred people, Zhou Jiayu quickly pulled Lin to go down the stairs.

However, what he did not expect was that the scope of the patient's activities was not limited to the fifth floor. When he arrived at the office area on the fourth floor, he could still see some people wearing sick clothes swaying in the corridor, although the number was much less.

However, the doctor who should have been sitting on the fourth floor office has disappeared. Zhou Jiayu has visited the fourth floor. He finally saw the person wearing the white doctor's uniform in an office near the corner on the fourth floor.

The man was sitting in the office with a computer in front of him. It seemed that he was sorting out the information. From the expression, it was very serious. Even Zhou Jiayu and Lin Zhushui entered the house and found nothing.

"Hello." Zhou Jiayu greeted him.

The man did not look up and continued to look at the computer in front of him.

"Hello." Zhou Jiayu said another greeting. He looked at the nameplate on the man's chest. "Doctor Chen."

Hearing the words of Dr. Chen, the action on his hand finally stopped. He raised his hand and pushed the glasses. He said, "Hello, what is the matter?"

Zhou Jiayu said: "We want to know about the dean."

Dr. Chen slowly looked up and smiled: "What do you want to know?" When he said this, he began to type the keyboard and continued to input content.

Zhou Jiayu said: "What can be caused by the scar on the face of the dean under the question of taking the liberty?" He did not believe the dean's statement, so I would like to confirm it.

"He was attacked." Dr. Chen said, "being those **** patients."

Zhou Jiayu heard a slight cold in his heart, but did not expect the injury of the president to be related to the patients here.

When Dr. Chen said these words, he was almost gnashing his teeth, and his expression was scary: "Those wastes should really die -"

Listening to the content of his speech, Zhou Jiayu suddenly felt that he was not quite right. He suddenly turned his side and looked at the computer screen that Dr. Chen was typing on the keyboard - there was nothing dark and nothing.

Zhou Jiayu’s expression was slightly stiff, but he did not show it. “Well, thank you.” He stood up and grabbed Lin Biao’s water and went out. Then Dr. Chen suddenly said that he had stopped them. He Say: "Who are you, are you a doctor?"

Zhou Jiayu said: "No."

Dr. Chen stood up in an instant. He pulled the drawer out of the drawer and pulled out something like an electric shock stick. He jumped like a thunder. "Not why the doctor doesn't wear the patient's clothes, what do you want to do, want to rebel?" Because you guys are all because of you!" He growled and rushed straight toward them in the direction of Zhou Jiayu.

Zhou Jiayu was shocked. He quickly took out a small piece of paper from his own pocket. After the small paper fell on the ground, he quickly unfolded his body and rushed to Dr. Chen. Then he slammed the electric baton to fly. It is.

Normal people will definitely be shocked when they see the small paper, but the doctor in front of him is not afraid of it but is more excited. He is going to go back and look for the weapon in his mouth. The expression is fierce and more scary than the patients upstairs.

After Zhou Jiayu entered the hospital, he felt that he was not right. After encountering several doctors, he even began to have some doubts that there was no normal person in the hospital.

Seeing that Dr. Chen seems to have to find out what kind of weapon, Zhou Jiayu did not soften this time, let the small paper directly stun the person.

The action of the small paper is very simple, and there is no chance to give him a murder.

After the man fainted, Zhou Jiayu went to the back of the table and checked it. He found that the computer that Dr. Chen had beaten was not only black, but even the host, so he said that he was knocking the keyboard against the black screen. .

Zhou Jiayu: "...Sir, how does this person seem to have a mental problem?"

Lin is not surprised at all: "Is there a normal person in this hospital?"

Zhou Jiayu said: "What is going on, why is the doctor like this, and what is the relationship with Jiang Zhu?"

Lin Zhushui said: "You look for the location of the monitoring room, we have a look."

It was reminded by Lin Zhushui that Zhou Jiayu remembered that there was such a place in the hospital. He looked up at the office and saw an open surveillance camera in the corner of the ceiling. "Well, I am looking for it. ""

Fortunately, the top and bottom of each floor is covered with a map of the hospital. Zhou Jiayu quickly found the place where the monitoring room is located—on the corner of the first floor, connected to the guard room.

After determining the location, the two went to the second floor.

On this road, Zhou Jiayu saw the figure of the patient. They were distributed on every floor, some stood, some sat, and the things they did were strange. Among them, there is talk to the air, and there is a spoon to knock on the wall. In short, it is only unexpected, not invisible.

At this time, Zhou Jiayu even gave birth to a kind of thought that these people are more scary than those dirty things. Faced with these nervous eyes for a long time, it seems that their spirit has also been polluted.

The door of the monitoring room is closed. The su0 Xiaoda Lin Biao is not there, but the problem is not big. Zhou Jiayu directly let the small paper screw the lock down, and Lin went into the monitoring room together with the water.

The monitors of all the cameras in the hospital were in this room. Zhou Jiayu saw the dean's room, saw Lin Biao who was looking for files, and saw the patients in the corridor.

"Look at where the doctors are." Lin was a waterway.

Zhou Jiayu heard the sound and started looking for a doctor. However, when he carefully scanned the monitor, the back involuntarily launched a layer of cold sweat. In the more than one hundred screens in front of him, he could not see a person wearing a doctor's uniform, whether it was an office, a corridor, or an inpatient department, a white doctor's suit, as if completely disappeared into the building.

The author has something to say: Zhou Jiayu said that the spirit was polluted and decided to take Lin Shushui’s hand to go out to rest and play a small theater.

Speaking of a psychiatric hospital, I feel that the most classic is to escape this game. The atmosphere is really great. I tried to play for more than half an hour and my body is scared. I like to try the horror game.