A Weird Theater That Started In London

The backlit ward was dark.

Although there is a slight light coming in through the window, it is better than nothing because it is covered with dust and cobwebs, just like the first visit.

There was no more rustling.

Sam Neal was sleeping on his stomach on a cushion, with no black cross on his face or body.

Only the dense imprints that have not been washed away all around show that the owner of this place was once haunted by weirdness and ominousness.

"The black cross originated from the crucifixion and resurrection of Christ, and then gradually evolved into a symbol of human suffering and hope. It seems that you have been liberated."

"Christ? Are you talking about the Holy Light Werewolf Cult?"

Neil turned over, half-closed his eyes, and looked at the visitor with his head propped up.

"Doctor, have we met before? I always feel that you look familiar."

I have never seen...

You would rather sacrifice yourself, but also pass on the information and transfer the important task of saving the world.

However, his appearance really disappointed Lu Li, as if his memory had been tampered with.

Of course, this may also be Neil's original appearance. After all, the crazy Kane once arranged a life for him, and it was matched with a crazy and indescribable ending.

Later, the situation was broken, and Sam Neal may have escaped his original fate.

With this in mind, Lu Li decided not to waste his time talking, and asked, "Can you tell me about the Holy Light Werewolf Cult?"

"Can't."

Neil shook his head: "Because I only know, I don't know anything."

? ? ?

Could it be that this freelance insurance investigator has not broken free at this moment?

It's hard not to think of this babbling, words that have been heard once in the past.

"Doctor, let me give you a reminder, it's too dangerous outside, be careful of your colleagues."

"If there is no way out, you can move to live next door. It is empty and absolutely safe."

After finishing speaking, Sam Neal completely closed his eyes, like a completely rotten salted fish, or a tool to convey a certain will.

The change that happened to him was greater than that of Runtu's transformation from a purple round face and a little felt hat to a puppet with sallow skin and many wrinkles.

Come with joy, return with disappointment.

As nurse Feng said, Neil is very calm, so calm that all the employees are satisfied.

Besides, live next door?

If Lu Li remembers correctly, there are two couples in the back two wards...

"I remember a young man named Kong lived here, and next door was his girlfriend."

"Yes, but they were discharged from the hospital a long time ago, and it was written on the papers."

According to the kind reminder from the shark face care worker, Lu Li opened the roster in his hand.

This happened more than two months ago. To be more precise, it was the fourth day after I left the Cloverfield Mental Hospital. They were checked and confirmed by Dr. Brian, and finally they were able to leave.

Have you notified your loved ones in advance?

have no idea.

How to cross the icy no-man's land?

have no idea.

There was only a date written on it, and Dr. Brian's signature, so there was too much room for manipulation, but Lu Li didn't want to preconceive it and disturb his possibility of making a correct judgment.

"I want to go in and have a look."

"Please."

The iron door slammed behind him.

Wooden beds, toilet buckets, empty closets, and neatly folded single beds.

Lu Li felt that this scene was very similar to the time when a prisoner was released from prison. For the sake of ritual, he carefully packed up his personal belongings and packed up the bed he had slept in for a long time before leaving.

Out of habit and experience, he lifted the only bed where he could hide things.

Living up to expectations, a notebook came into view.

Without any hesitation, Lu Li couldn't wait to read it. After all, only by actively coping with his own situation can he find the key points in time.

[I don't know the year and month, overcast]

A piece of text written in crayons appeared, and the room became extremely quiet, except for the sound of pages turning.

The content of the diary is unreliable, and this theorem needs to be preceded by a few qualifiers: big person, public figure, and so on.

After all, they are used to hiding themselves.

For those who are in danger and have nothing to rely on, they will choose to write down the most authentic situation, one is to show that they have existed, and the other is to leave something for later generations.

With a sudden change in his thoughts, Lu Li began to receive the messages left by the previous owner.

[Go out to let the wind go, with Yuexuan.

Her condition became more serious, but the group of guys in human skin and white coats said that she was getting more and more stable. 】

[I don't know the year and month, overcast]

[Going out to let the wind go, she told me to eat her, don't leave it to those guys, the last reason helped me overcome my fear and comfort her.

During the period, I saw a doctor who looked very young and conspicuous. Unfortunately, once a beautiful thing enters this living coffin, it will be quickly corrupted and become one of them】

Although people praised his appearance in the diary, Lu Li, who has become numb in this regard, only feels sorry for him.

Judging from the fact that a man feels sorry for him, he is a man with a conscience.

As a result, I was still alive and quite nourished, but the other party took a step ahead and disappeared.

[I don't know the year and month, I don't know the weather]

[Monster roars came from outside the iron gate, and mucus flowed in through the gap. They seemed to be irritated by something. They had never seen such a scene before. What happened? 】

It's about escaping...

Subconsciously, an answer popped up in Lu Li's mind. He originally thought that, with such a huge situation at that time, how could it be calm afterwards——

All the employees have collective amnesia and brain short-circuit. They don't even ask why they disappeared for three months, and what happened in the middle.

[I don't know the year and month, I don't know the weather]

[I don't know how long it has been, those monsters didn't come to deliver food, and I didn't feel hungry, I just kept worrying about her, but this emotion is obviously useless]

[I don't know the year and month, I don't know the weather]

[I don't know how long it has been, I feel that it has been a long time since I wrote a diary last time, and I heard a familiar sound of music today.

Carpenter Band.

"We're just getting started."

"White lace and promises."

"Give you a blessed kiss..."

The speakers installed in the aisle finally started to work~www.readwn.com~ The song that was so disgusting before actually symbolizes good news. Those monsters ended their mass madness, put on human skin again, and started to work...]

[I don't know the year and month, but Brian pronounced the verdict in the name of the attending doctor that Yuexuan and I are in a controllable condition and must be discharged as soon as possible to make room for new patients.

Controllable range?

I have always been rational, calm, and restrained, but she is different. When I embraced for the last time, I was about to be assimilated by a living coffin. I haven't seen each other for a long time. What happened?

I'm going to meet her next door.

New residents, I hope you can restrain yourself and maintain your last sanity and hope. 】

The writing stops here.

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(end of this chapter)