A Weird Theater That Started In London

Elegance never goes out of style.

The thin old man in front of him danced to the music, the smile on his face remained undiminished, with an extraordinary elegance.

Unfortunately, with the roster in hand, who wants to stare at a sick demon?

As for why the other party would relax his vigilance so easily, Lu Li attributed it to: As it should be, after all, he has not revealed his identity, and is now a doctor in the Clover Asylum.

[Ward No. 1: Ken Thompson]

[Ward Two: Jessica Edwin]

...

The page turning sound sounded, and the line of sight moved quickly.

Within a few breaths, Lu Li found his first target mission.

[Ward No. 9: Sam Neal]

The private investigator who has been admitted to the hospital for just ten days may become the key to the investigation.

Next...

[Ward 11: An Yuexuan]

After seeing the girl's name, Lu Qizhong let out a sigh of relief.

Living close to two important goals can save a lot of time.

Almost forgot!

[Ward No. 10: Kong Liangyu]

It was another Dongfang name, and when he contacted the scene he saw when he first came yesterday, Lu Li could almost conclude that this kid was An Yuexuan's boyfriend, and he was somewhat sane.

The wards of the three people are even connected together.

Is it a coincidence?

It's unlikely, unless the other party can predict the future, or it can see through people's hearts.

If this is the case, then you can only admit your fate, it would be better to go straight to the subject.

Therefore, Lu Li pressed his distracting thoughts and whispered to the old Brian, who was throwing his arms around him and twisting his limbs, "Senior, I am going to start with the first floor and check the patients one by one."

"Remember to change into clothes. Our hospital has corresponding rules that must be followed."

Brian took the time to reply, and pointed behind him, "There is a new set there, and Nurse Feng prepared it in advance yesterday."

When the words fell, this weird old man continued to devote himself to the elderly disco.

After a few minutes.

Lu Li in a white coat walked towards the aisle.

The pace is steady and calm, and there is a kind of unspeakable momentum.

Not far away, when a few nurses saw a new face stepping in, they subconsciously wanted to stop.

[Doctor on Duty]

Lu Li didn't rush, and pointed to the work card hanging on his chest.

"Good doctor."

"Good doctor."

The nurses bowed their heads to say hello.

Obviously, this is the correct way to unfold the Clover asylum.

To put it bluntly, at this moment, Lu Li stood at the top of the pyramid, with a head, a face and a face.

Ahem...

At least on the surface, it is true.

Every time he walked to an area, the caregiver in charge of the area would come over and smiled and asked Lu Li if there was anything he needed to help.

Lu Li walked slowly with his hands behind his back, full of tycoon demeanor, until he saw an acquaintance.

Feng Ziliang!

The work card posted on the wall indicates that this guy is the person in charge of Wards 9-16!

From the side, Feng Ziliang had noticed this place a long time ago. Seeing that the line of sight fell on him, he smiled even more, beckoning and saying, "Good day, Doctor Lu."

"Good day."

Lu Li nodded and stopped in front of Ward No. 8 quietly, opening the roster at the same time.

After a moment of silence, he turned his head and asked:

"Mick Jarger, isn't it?"

Hearing this, the person in charge of the district immediately came over and replied: "Yes."

"Open it."

Lu Li restrained his expression and controlled himself to try not to look at the next room too frequently.

"Do you need my company?"

"Need not."

With a creak, the door opened wide.

A disgusting smell of urine came, and Lu Li frowned and stepped in.

On the wall painted with white lime, there was a dark brown dirt with an inexplicable shape, which was stinking outward.

This...very fresh...

No blame for the cleaners, this is the result of the patient’s stay last night, and they don’t have time to clean.

Immediately afterwards, a group of graffiti paintings attracted Lu Li's attention, which was very interesting:

A weird giant with upright legs, spines on the back, gills on the face, fins on both sides of the neck, and giant arms covered by fish scales;

A deformed octopus monster with many tentacles like an octopus, a bloated body, and a pair of long and narrow wings on the back;

In addition, there are several unfinished paintings, such as: Catfish Man with a big head and a small body, a black ball full of dots...

"Mick Jarger."

"Have you seen these things?"

After admiring the paintings on the wall, Lu Li turned around and walked towards the hospital bed. He didn't have hope, but suddenly he looked forward to it.

On the wooden bed, a rickety middle-aged man in a blue and white striped medical gown was rolling on the spot, like a madman.

Perhaps he noticed that someone was looking for him. The man was much quieter. He opened his thin arms and held them high in front of his chest. His lips were trembling, and his eyes were round.

Upon seeing this, Professor Lu froze in place.

What is this disease?

What do you want to express?

What medicine can be cured?

He is good at killing people, but he can't cure diseases.

After a stalemate for a few seconds, this guy suddenly grew his mouth, his body moved upwards, trying to hug Lu Li who was close to him, and in the end he just made a proactive posture and fell down.

Body functions cannot keep up with consciousness.

If you are so weak, send it directly to the crematorium, it's hopeless...

Dr. Lu has a heart to treat diseases and save people, but he has no skills at all.

"Lie down and take a good rest. I hope I can see you again tomorrow...and new paintings..."

The door closed.

Seeing Lu Li's disappearing back, the man smiled silently, and his saliva continued to flow out along the corners of his mouth.

This kind of laugh is very strange and elusive.

Gentle, cunning, and hideous, any expression that belongs to human beings has nothing to do with it. If you have to describe it, it's like...like... longing!

It seems that Lu Li is regarded as a kind of food.

Because there was an iron gate and a concrete wall, Lu Li didn't see this scene. He found Mick Jarg's name on the list, drew a circle, and stood there for a while.

Frankly speaking, there was no point in what Lu Li did. It was just to pretend to prove that he had been there and to leave room for the nurses to make up their minds.

"White lace and promise."

"Give you a blessed kiss, we are on the road."

Carpenter’s classic tracks were still echoing in the aisle~www.readwn.com~ Lu Li estimated that time was enough, so he put down his pen, looked at the person standing behind, and asked casually: "Feng Ge, Sam Neal Do you live in this ward?"

"Yes."

"Then, open it and take a look."

"Okay, if you have any needs, please find me at any time."

Click.

There was the sound of the key entering the lock cylinder, and it began to click and turn.

Taking advantage of this gap, Lu Li lowered his head, glanced at the information in his hand, and asked:

"The documents show that the sick man came in for ten days. During this period, did he make any request?"

Feng Ziliang smiled stiffly, and his hand to turn the key slowed down, "There is only... one."

"A black crayon is going to go."