V5.Chapter 14

[when reality and fantasy are no longer distinct, fear is born]

"This is really a rotten ending."

"Wrong guess. Now is not the end of the play."

"You haven't read it yet."

Prick!

The glass window on the iron door broke, and a pair of bloody hands poked in.

Sam Neil woke up from his nightmare and turned pale.

Just now, he fell asleep again after waking up for only ten minutes, and dreamed of that strange town again:

Church, wrist touch, deformed monster.

Running children, evil black dogs, crazy pedestrians, wet and greasy iron doors, as if whispering from the depths of the universe

Thinking of this, Sam shivered, picked up the black crayon on the ground, listened to the "we have just begun" from the aisle and continued to redeem himself.

One door apart.

Lu Li frowned.

What does this guy want crayons for? Like patient No. 8, does he fantasize about strange creatures and want to draw them?

Click.

At this time, the nurse pushed open the iron door.

"Dr. Lu, are you sure you don't want to be accompanied? This patient has just been admitted to the hospital and is in a very unstable state. I'm worried..."

Speaking of this, Feng Ziliang raised his head and looked at Lu Li with an expressionless face.

Unfortunately, Professor Lu ignored his hint and picked up the wooden chair next to him:

"No, I'll call you if necessary."

"By the way, remember to close the door. I don't want to be disturbed when I diagnose the patient."

The truth is at hand.

Lu Li had no reason to hesitate and walked in quickly.

meanwhile.

Looking at Lu Li's back, Feng Ziliang, who was alone outside, suddenly smiled, revealing shark like sharp teeth.

This ward is in the backlight, and there is no chandelier installed, so the environment is dark.

The only light source is a window, which is opened at the height of the wall and wrapped by a pile of dusty cobwebs. The light transmittance is very poor, which is better than nothing.

Rustle

The sound of friction reverberated in the ward.

At the moment, Sam Neil, the key gentleman in Lu Li's eyes, is lying on the ground and concentrating on painting.

Black cross.

On the cushion used for sleeping, there are many crosses. They are drawn with black crayons. You can see at a glance that it takes a lot of time to complete.

It will take about ten days.

From this point of view, the private detective has been busy since he was admitted to the hospital.

At this point, Lu Li increasingly wanted to find out the truth and simply went straight to the theme:

"Sam Neil, right?"

Unfortunately, the detective was too busy drawing the cross to be distracted.

"Sam Neil?"

Lu Li made a sound again and still didn't get an answer.

In desperation, he changed his way, sat in a chair and whispered his opinions:

"The black cross originated from the suffering and resurrection of Christ. Over time, it has become a symbol of human suffering and hope."

"So, what have you been through?"

This time, Sam finally had a reaction. He knelt on the ground and his arms fluctuated continuously. It was obvious that he accelerated the speed of painting, and his mouth was unclear:

"Wait a minute."

Hearing the speech, Lu Li nodded, stopped making a sound and continued to look at the surrounding environment——

Four sponge pads are pasted on the wall to prevent patients from hitting the wall and self mutilation; A cushion for sleeping; A small wooden bucket with a lid. I don't know its purpose.

In contrast, the doctor's rest room is indeed much more luxurious, but we need to ignore those souls who haunt late at night and act strangely.

At this time, Sam turned around, looked up and asked, "what can I do for you?"

Black cross!

This guy's face is covered with this pattern, and the front of his clothes is covered with this pattern. His expression is also very strange, smiling, which is easy to associate with children. When they play family games, they are so satisfied.

Are you crazy?

Or, what's hard to say?

Looking at the plain looking middle-aged man in front of him, Lu Li pressed a complex mood and replied:

"I'm a new doctor."

"Trying to get you out of this damn place."

As for the way, Lu Li didn't say, but it was obvious.

He hopes that the other party can trust himself and provide some key information

However, what was expected did not happen.

Sam let out a sneer and pointed to the mattress with his crayon finger: "I managed to decorate here."

"Go? No, it would be better to stay."

Before the dialogue began, it reached an impasse.

After a little silence, Lu Li took out his mobile phone from the inner pocket of his coat and called up a video:

The picture is not clear. It can be vaguely recognized that this is a man with his hands bound. He keeps struggling. Next to him, a group of nursing workers control him in three or two times and take him into a mental hospital.

"Is this you?"

"I resisted and didn't want to enter the madhouse. I even kicked a nurse in the crotch."

"The person who took the video said that you tried your best to get out of here."

After that, Lu Li took back his mobile phone, saving electricity that could not be replenished.

This video, provided by investigators lurking nearby, records the whole process of Sam Neil's admission.

Now, he said he didn't want to leave.

Does Dr. Brian drink ecstasy soup?

"Well... I..."

Sam squeezed out a smile, didn't pay attention to the source of the video, just whispered, "sorry, I changed my mind."

The atmosphere became awkward.

One is eager to find out the truth and the other is unwilling to cooperate.

Click.

Lu Li lit a cigarette and shook his head: "OK."

Aside, Sam swallowed his throat, stared at the cigarette box, hesitated for half a day, and begged, "can I have one?"

"Of course."

"Thank you."

Not long ago, two men smoked in the dark room.

Frankly speaking, Lu Li had only one idea in his mind: let the key gentleman reveal the truth.

Otherwise, why smoke this guy?

You know, there are only three left in the cigarette box. No, there are two. He wants to smoke half and save half for the night.

"These cross designs are well decorated."

Lu Li flicked the cigarette ash, stared at the floor, didn't give up, and said, "after Dr. Brian saw it, you really have to live here for a long time."

"And you, obviously very normal."

Next to him, Sam breathed and the smoke filled the air.

Those eyes clearly showed no emotion, but they suddenly became treacherous against the mysterious black cross on their cheeks and forehead.

It's a silent look at each other again.

Just when Lu Li decided to change another way and continue to test, Mr. key spoke:

"You're waiting for me to say [them], aren't you?"

An inexplicable remark.

Lu Li was full of energy. Looking at Sam's tired face, he asked, "who are they?"

"My [them]."

With that, Sam turned to the mattress with a cigarette in his mouth and muttered, "all mental patients have [them] in their hearts. No, it should be [them]."

"You want to hear my [them], don't you?"

A smile reappeared on his face.

Seeing this, Lu Li got up, went to the mattress and sat down. At the same time, he handed out the last cigarette.