A Weird Theater That Started In London

[When reality and fantasy are no longer clear, fear is born]

"This is really a rotten ending."

"You guessed it wrong, now is not the end of the play."

"You haven't read it yet."

Stabbed!

The glass window on the iron door shattered, and a pair of blood-stained hands came in.

Sam Neal woke up from the nightmare, his face pale.

Just now, he fell asleep again after being awake for less than ten minutes, and once again dreamed of that weird town:

Churches, wrist touches, deformed monsters.

Children running around, evil black dogs, crazy pedestrians, wet and sticky iron gates, whispers that seem to float from the depths of the universe...

Thinking of this, Sam shuddered, picked up the black crayon on the ground, listened to the "We Are Just Beginning" from the aisle, and continued to redeem himself.

Separated by a door.

Lu Li frowned.

What does this guy want with crayons? Is it like Patient No. 8 that he fantasizes about some weird creatures and wants to draw them?

Click.

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

"Doctor Lu, are you sure you don't want to accompany you? This patient has just been admitted to the hospital and his condition is very unstable. I am worried..."

Having said this, Feng Ziliang raised his head and looked at Lu Li who was expressionless.

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

"No, I will call you if necessary."

"By the way, remember to close the door. I don't want to be disturbed while diagnosing the patient's condition."

The truth is here.

Lu Li walked in quickly without a reason to hesitate.

at the same time.

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

This ward is in the backlit area, and there is no chandelier installed, so the environment is dim.

The only light source is a window, which is opened high on the wall and is entangled by a pile of dusty spider webs. The light transmission is extremely poor, which is better than nothing.

Rustle...

The sound of friction echoed in the ward.

At this moment, Sam Neal, the key man in Lu Li's eyes, was lying on the ground, drawing attentively.

Black cross.

On the cushions used for sleeping, there are densely packed crosses. They are drawn with black crayon. At first glance, it takes a lot of time to complete.

It takes about ten days.

From this point of view, this private investigator has not been idle since he was admitted to the hospital.

At this point, Lu Li increasingly wanted to clarify the truth, and simply went straight to the subject:

"Sam Neal, isn't it?"

Unfortunately, this detective is busy drawing the cross and has no time to be distracted.

"Sam Neal?"

Lu Li said again, but still did not get an answer.

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

"The black cross originated from the crucifixion and resurrection of Christ, and over time, it became the code of human suffering and hope."

"So, what have you experienced?"

This time, Sam finally had a reaction. He knelt on the ground, his arms rising and falling, obviously speeding up the drawing speed, and his mouth was vague:

"Wait a moment."

Hearing this, Lu Li nodded, stopped speaking, and continued to look at the surrounding environment——

Four sponge pads are attached to the wall to prevent the patient from self-harm by hitting the wall; one soft pad is used for sleeping; and a small wooden barrel with a lid is not known for its purpose.

In contrast, the doctor’s rest room is indeed much more luxurious, but it is necessary to ignore those soul bodies that appear in the middle of the night and move strangely.

At this moment, Sam turned around, looked up and asked, "What is it for me?"

Black cross!

This guy is covered with this pattern on his face and the front of his clothes is covered with this pattern. The expression is also very weird, with a smile but a smile, which is easily reminiscent of children. They are like this when they play house games. Face satisfied.

Crazy?

Or, is there something unspeakable in my heart?

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

"I am a new doctor."

"Trying to help you get out of this horrible place."

As for the method used, Lu Li didn't say, but it was already very obvious.

He hopes that the other party can trust him, no matter how bad he is, he can also provide some key information

However, what was expected did not happen.

I saw Sam let out a sneer, and pointed at the mattress with his finger holding a crayon: "I finally finished decorating this place."

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

Before the dialogue started, it was deadlocked.

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

The picture was not clear, and it could be vaguely recognized that this was a man with his hands bound. He was struggling constantly, and a group of care workers surrounded him. After three or two strokes, he was controlled and he was taken to a mental hospital.

"Is this you?"

"Resisted, didn't want to enter this lunatic asylum, and even kicked a carer in the crotch."

"The person who took the video said that you desperately wanted to leave here."

At the end of the call, Lu Li took the phone back, saving power that could not be replenished.

This video was provided by investigators lurking nearby and recorded the entire process of Sam Neal's admission to the hospital.

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

Could it be that Dr. Bryan would give soup?

"um, I……"

Sam squeezed a smile and didn't pay attention to the source of this video. He just whispered: "Sorry, I changed my mind."

The atmosphere became awkward.

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

Click.

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

Aside, Sam swallowed his throat and stared at the cigarette case. After a long pause, he begged, "Can you give me one?"

"certainly."

"thanks."

Not long after, the two men smoked in this dimly lit room.

Frankly speaking, there was only one thought in Lu Qi: let this key gentleman confide the truth.

Otherwise, why give this guy a cigarette?

You know, there are only three cigarettes left in the cigarette case, no, two cigarettes, he can't wait to smoke half of it, and save half of it to smoke at night.

"These cross patterns are well decorated."

Lu Li flicked the soot, staring at the floor, unwilling to give up, and knocked on the side: "After Dr. Bryan sees it, you really have to live here for a long time."

"And you are obviously normal."

Next to him, Sam let out a breath, and the smoke filled him.

Those eyes clearly showed any emotions, but under the background of the mysterious black cross on the cheeks and forehead ~www.readwn.com~ suddenly became strange.

It was silently looking at each other again.

Just as Lu Li decided to change another way and continue to test, Mr. Jian said:

"You are waiting for me to say [them], right?"

An inexplicable sentence.

Lu Li came to his senses, looked at Sam's tired face, and asked, "Who are they?"

"My [them]."

With that, Sam was smoking a cigarette, turned to the mattress, and muttered to himself: "All mental patients have [them] in their hearts. No, it should be [them]."

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

The smile appeared on his face again.

Upon seeing this, Lu Li got up, walked to the mattress and sat down, and at the same time passed the last cigarette out.