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

"This is really a rotten ending."

"My guess is wrong, now is not the end of the play."

"You haven't read it yet."

Stab!

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

Sam Neill woke up from his nightmare, his face turned pale.

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

Church, wrist touch, deformed monster.

Children running around, evil black dogs, crazy pedestrians, wet and sticky iron doors, it's like whispers coming from the depths of the universe...

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

Separated by a door.

Lu Li frowned.

Why does this guy need crayons? Is he like Patient 8, imagining some weird creatures and trying to draw them?

Click.

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

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

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

Unfortunately, Professor Lu ignored his hint 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 when I'm diagnosing the patient's condition."

The truth is right before our eyes.

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

at the same time.

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

This ward is in a backlit area, and there are no chandeliers installed, making the environment dark.

The only light source is a window, which is opened high on the wall and is wrapped in a pile of dusty cobwebs. The light transmittance is extremely poor, which is better than nothing.

swish swish...

The sound of friction echoed in the ward.

At this moment, the key man in Lu Li's eyes, Sam Neill, was lying on the ground, concentrating on painting.

Black cross.

The soft cushions used for sleeping are densely covered with crosses. They are drawn with black crayon. You can tell at a glance that it took a lot of time to complete.

It will take about ten days.

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

After thinking about this, Lu Li wanted to find out the truth more and more, so he went straight to the topic:

"Sam Neill, huh?"

Unfortunately, the detective was too busy making the sign of the cross to be distracted.

"Sam Neill?"

Lu Li spoke again, but still received no answer.

In desperation, he changed his approach, sat on a chair, and whispered his opinion:

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

"So, what exactly did you go through?"

This time, Sam finally reacted. He knelt on the ground, his arms kept rising and falling, obviously speeding up the painting, and said vaguely:

"Wait a moment."

Hearing this, Lu Li nodded, said nothing, and continued to look at his surroundings——

Four sponge pads were attached to the wall to prevent patients from hitting the wall and injuring themselves; a soft cushion was used for sleeping; and a small wooden barrel with a lid had no known purpose.

In comparison, the room where the doctor rests is indeed much more luxurious, but you need to ignore those souls that appear and act strangely late at night.

At this time, Sam turned around, looked up and asked, "What do you want from me?"

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, half-smiling but not smiling. It is easy to think of children. They are like this when they are playing house.

Face satisfied.

Crazy?

Or, is there something unspeakable in your heart?

Looking at the ordinary-looking middle-aged man in front of him, Lu Li suppressed his complicated emotions and replied:

"I am a new doctor."

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

As for the method, Lu Li didn't say, but the hint was obvious.

He hopes that the other party can trust him, and no matter what happens, he can still provide some key information.

However, what was expected did not happen.

I saw Sam sneer, pointing at the mattress with the finger holding the crayon: "It took a lot of effort for me to decorate this place."

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

The dialogue has reached an impasse before it even started.

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

The picture was not clear, but it could be vaguely recognized that it was a man with his hands bound. He was struggling constantly, and a group of caregivers were surrounding him. They controlled him in a few clicks and were taken to a mental hospital.

"Is this you?"

"He resisted and didn't want to enter the lunatic asylum and even kicked one of the nursing staff in the crotch."

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

After finishing speaking, Lu Li took his phone back to save the battery that could not be replenished.

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

Now, he says he doesn't want to leave.

Could it be that Dr. Bryan can give you ecstasy soup?

"um, I……"

Sam forced a smile and didn't pay attention to the source of the video. He 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: "Okay."

On the side, Sam swallowed his throat, stared at the cigarette box, hesitated for a long time, and begged: "Can you give me one?"

"certainly."

"Thanks."

Not long after, two men smoked cigarettes in the dark room.

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

Otherwise, why give this guy smoke?

You know, there are only three cigarettes left in the box, no, two. He wants to smoke half and save the other half to smoke at night.

"These cross patterns are a nice decoration."

Lu Li flicked the ashes from his cigarette and stared at the floor. Not giving up, he made an insinuation: "After Dr. Brian sees this, you really have to live here forever."

"And you are obviously normal."

Beside him, Sam let out a long breath, and smoke filled the air.
To be continued...