A Weird Theater That Started In London

Standing in a small and dark space, there is a stranger with a strange identity beside him, which will always cause some negative emotions in his heart.

Lu Li lit a cigarette, then gave Feng Ziliang another one, and asked in a relaxed tone, "Why didn't you see the others?"

This kind of powerlessness that can't see through the reality, and the unclear sense of oppression, I really haven't experienced it for a long time.

Perhaps he was frightening himself, or perhaps it was true. When Lu Li wanted to lift the table and perform some tough methods in the Clover Psychiatric Hospital, he would immediately stiff his hair and chill his back.

It's like having an invisible blade on your neck, because you can't see it, so you can't resist.

"thanks."

Next to him, Feng Ziliang first thanked him, then let out a puff of smoke, and then replied in a deep voice: "Our hospital is quite special. Generally, it does not communicate with the outside world. The conditions for recruiting staff are also very demanding. You know that."

"Because of this, the manpower has been very tight, and those people are busy taking care of the patients."

Hearing this, Lu Li nodded thoughtfully, instead of continuing to ask further, he changed the subject and tapped sideways:

"Brother Feng, don't our hospital have uniform clothes for patients?"

"I saw a couple on the way here. They were dressed very fashionable. I didn't know I thought they were doing idol dramas."

Having said this, his tone couldn't help but rise up lightly, and his tight nerves also relaxed.

From this moment on, Lu Li has put himself into the role, a new doctor who cares about his own hospital, can't it?

Feng Ziliang was stunned for a moment, his tone a little uncertain: "An Yuexuan, that pretty girl?"

Then he said again:

"It should be. According to Dr. Bryan, she has been in stable condition recently and can be discharged from the hospital after a period of observation."

Ding!

At this time, the number on the elevator display stopped beating, and the iron door opened automatically.

The two stood side by side.

After entering the role, Lu Li became more comfortable and asked casually, "What about her boyfriend? If he can be discharged from the hospital together after treatment and spread it out, it would be a good talk."

"I don't know this, but I heard from Dr. Bryan the other day that the kid's condition is a bit unstable and needs to be observed again."

"It turned out to be so."

Putting aside all prejudices, Feng Ziliang is indeed a good person, and he will answer all questions.

However, Lu Li always felt something was wrong.

He had eavesdropped on the conversation of the couple. The girl let her boyfriend eat her, but the boyfriend explicitly refused and comforted the other person not to think about it.

It's clear at a glance who is seriously ill.

As a result, Feng Hugong gave a completely different answer.

Could it be that I am crazy?

Just as this thought came up, Lu Li subconsciously denied it:

The indifferent driver was right, this ghost hospital is very evil!

I was almost confused!

At the same time, Feng Ziliang, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped.

Upon seeing this, Lu Li, who was following him, instantly grabbed his suitcase, his muscles tightened, and he was ready to resist and run away at any time.

A false alarm.

"Doctor Lu, the hospital accommodation conditions are simple, don't be surprised."

At the end of the speech, the gloomy-looking guy smiled, showing sharp teeth like sharks.

Frankly speaking, it is difficult to read positive emotions from his face.

And Lu Li seemed to be content, and said nonchalantly: "It's okay, it's good to be able to live, besides, the hospital pays such a high salary, it should be hard to suffer."

The two of them are currently on the ninth floor of the building. After coming out of the elevator, they walked around before arriving here.

The environment is gloomy.

The windows and balconies are all sealed, and sunlight can only penetrate a little bit through the gaps.

Chess Room?

The iron plate hanging on the door has long been mottled, and a lot of construction waste materials are piled on the ground:

Steel bars, wooden boards, and some long rivets in the box.

Out of professional habits, Lu Li analyzed it slightly: This place should be a place for mental patients to relax and play games. In order to prevent them from jumping off the building due to mood swings, the hospital has specially reinforced the windows...

Perhaps he noticed that Lu Li was a little hesitant, Feng Ziliang explained: "Don't worry, everything is cleaned up. There is no shortage of essential daily necessities."

As he said, he opened the door and entered.

Wooden bed, two small bedside tables, a row of drying racks, and a writing desk.

"By the way, this room is energized, so you can use a pull-wire chandelier."

Then, there was a click.

The room is much brighter.

In this regard, Lu Li said that it is better than nothing, after all, he can see things at night.

In fact, compared to the light, the charging hole is more real—

Although the mobile phone cannot be connected to the Internet, it can serve as a camera to collect evidence for the Foundation.

"Good."

Therefore, Lu Li casually said, "Feng Ge, where do you live in another building?"

"Yes, as the patient gradually recovered and discharged, the first building was abandoned 20 years ago, and this one was used as a reception area. We live with the patient in the third building now."

Hugong Feng put the briefcase Lu Li used to pretend on the desk and added: "I almost forgot to say that the other two newcomers won't be here until tomorrow. They live next door to you."

Seeing that the other party was about to leave, Lu Li secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said two polite remarks.

After a few minutes.

The ninth floor was completely silent.

Lu Li, who had just arrived, leaned back on the chair, rubbing the sword with his right hand, trying to calm his mind.

First of all, before you are absolutely sure, don't use force. Intuition tells him that doing so will only make things more troublesome.

Second, you have to get involved as soon as possible, otherwise you will never be able to find out the truth.

Finally, I found the man named Sam Neal, because he was the last patient to come in, and only came to the Clover Mental Hospital for ten days.

What's more interesting is that this guy has a special identity. A private investigator, could it be that he sneaked in to investigate something?

Maybe I can see you tomorrow, Mr. Key Sam Neal.

Also, An Yuexuan...Who is going to eat you?

Do those monsters refer to the staff ~www.readwn.com~ or the mental patients contained here?

After thinking about it, Lu Qiqi had a general idea, and he habitually smoked.

With this faint excitement, Jianguai tapped the ground lightly, sometimes briskly and sometimes slowly.

Until two hours later, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, there was a knock on the door.

KOKOKO——

"Doctor Lu, it's time to eat."

It was the voice of the old man Brian.

Unfortunately, Lu Li didn't want to go.

Somehow, he suddenly thought of the plot in "Water Margin" when Wu Song passed the cross slope.

Can the meat buns sold by Sun Erniang be eaten?