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Chapter 1700 Refresh (I really don’t want to do anything recently)

Hearing the scream, Yanami and Chitanda were startled and stood up, while Duanmu Huai sighed silently, turned off the hot pot and stretched.

"Okay, let's go."

The three of them came to the west building again, pushed open the door and walked into the hall, and the scene in front of them was clear at a glance.

A patient was lying on the ground with his eyes wide open. There was a big cut on his neck and blood was gushing out like a fountain. There was a knife lying next to him, covered in blood. It was obviously the murder weapon.

Simply put, this is the crime scene.

But there is no murder scene atmosphere here.

The reason for this is very simple, because other people seem to be deaf and blind to the dead. They are still sitting in front of the table, playing chess, reading books, or mumbling to themselves, immersed in their own world. They seem to have no reaction to what happened here.

This is a mental hospital and these people are mentally ill.

So this is normal.

However, the scene before them still made Yanami and Chitanda's hair stand on end.

Just now Duanmu Huai asked them what normal is.

On the other hand, there has never been a more abnormal situation than now.

A dead man was lying on the ground, and it looked like he had just been killed, but the others were not terrified, nor did they gather in a circle to watch the excitement out of curiosity. They just sat in their seats and did their own things, as if nothing had happened before their eyes.

"Why……………"

Duanmu Huai sighed again.

"You guys wait here."

Throwing down these words, Duanmu Huai walked to the dead body, squatted down, and observed him carefully. Yanami was holding Chitanda, who was about to collapse. It was because they were far away and couldn't see clearly that they could barely keep calm. But...

Xiao Ai seems really calm.

Yanai looked at Duanmu Huai curiously. She didn't dare to look at the body, and Chitanda hid directly behind Yanai. Although Yanai had never seen a corpse in her life and was not sure how she would react, at least she felt that she would not be as calm as Duanmu Huai.

She watched Duanmu Huai squat down, stare at him, then stand up, walk around and look around. His expression was calm, his eyes were indifferent. Yanaijian suddenly felt that this scene was a little weird. She had watched TV dramas in which the detectives or police who found the victims all looked serious and even sad, regretting and suffering the loss of a life, and vowed to find the criminal and redress the injustice of the victim.

But Duanmu Huai was not like that. He stared at the other person, but Banaijian could not see any emotion, no grief, sadness, seriousness... none. Instead, the way he looked at the victim was somewhat similar to those of mental patients.

Indifferent and apathetic, as if what was in front of him was just an object.

Yanaijian watched this scene and suddenly felt that the person on the other side seemed to be getting farther and farther away from her. In her eyes, it was as if Duanmu Huai had also put on the clothes of those mentally ill people and stood there stupidly, while she was getting farther and farther away, as if she was watching a performance on TV through a TV screen...

“Gugugugu…!”

The rumbling of her stomach interrupted Yanajian's thoughts. She came to her senses and found that Duanmu Huai had returned to her again, looking at her curiously.

"You haven't eaten enough yet?"

"That's just the appetizer!"

"So you still have an appetite now?"

"Why not?"

Seeing this, Yanai tilted her head in confusion and looked at Duanmu Huai, who patted her shoulder.

"Well, as expected of you."

"???"

"Okay, let's go."

"???"

Although he didn't know what Duanmu Huai was talking about, Yanami still took Chitanda and followed him out of the room.

Yanami had already forgotten the strange feeling just now.

"What did you see, little Ai-ni?"

Leaving the West Building and returning to the deserted reception room, Yanaijian couldn't wait to ask. It was strange that such a big thing had happened, but the medical staff were nowhere to be seen. Yanaijian felt that he and others had heard the screams, and the medical staff should have heard it too.

Where did they go?

"Oh, it is indeed a somewhat interesting story, the kind that is suitable for writing into a mystery novel."

Duanmu Huai stretched out two fingers.

"First, we have seen the victim."

"Hey?"

"That's the patient who said before that he was the director of the hospital."

“He…”

Yanami also remembered.

"Second, the other party is suspected of committing suicide."

"Suspicious?"

"Well, at least that's what I saw. He seemed to grab the knife with his right hand and thrust it into his neck, and then..."

Duanmu Huai stretched out his finger, put it on his neck, and then pulled.

Seeing this, Chitanda's face turned a little pale.

"Is this person capable of doing such a thing?"

"Ordinary people definitely can't do that."

"That?"

“But it’s hard to say for the mentally ill.”

"ah…………………"

Hearing this, Yanai was also stunned. Indeed, all this was ridiculous, but considering that this was a mental hospital and the other party was a mental patient, it was very normal.

After all, mentally ill people are "abnormal" to begin with.

"But it's also possible that someone attacked him from behind. Who knows?"

Duanmu Huai shrugged his shoulders.

"With so many people, someone should have seen it, right?"

"Would you believe the testimony of a mentally ill person? What if they said it was mushrooms?"

"…………………"

"Please, please..."

At this time, Chitanda also asked uneasily.

“Where are all those doctors and nurses?”

Just now, Chitanda didn't dare to look at the scene, and only dared to look around. Then she found that the medical staff who had been accompanying the patient there had disappeared.

"Who knows, maybe they went to catch the criminals, maybe they are the criminals."

"Uh...but, I feel something is strange."

"Ok?"

“Why did they change the chairs?”

"What do you mean?" Hearing Chitanda's puzzled question, Duanmu Huai looked at her curiously, and Chitanda spoke.

"In fact, I noticed that the color of the chairs originally placed in that hall has changed."

"changed?"

"Yes, originally the patients were sitting on yellow and blue chairs, but when we went in again, they became white and green."

“??? Is there such a thing?”

Duanmu Huai looked at Banaijian in confusion, and the latter frowned and thought for a while.

"Oh, I think I have seen it before...but I can't remember clearly."

"You actually remember it so clearly."

"I can remember clearly everything I have seen."

“Oh…I see.”

Duanmu Huai could more or less understand why Chitanda didn't like mystery and horror novels. Others might forget what they had read after reading them, but if Chitanda really had the talent of photographic memory, then she would remember what she had read. Well - no wonder she didn't like it.

Because she couldn't forget.

"What about the material?"

“It should be plastic.”

This is not surprising.

Duanmu Huai thought for a moment and stood up.

"Let's go again."

As he spoke, Duanmu Huai brought the two of them back to the front door of the west building. Then Duanmu Huai grabbed the door handle and opened the door.

What appeared in the room was the corpse again, and the mentally ill people who turned a blind eye to it.

They sat in chairs, each doing their own thing.

"now what?"

Duanmu Huai looked at Chitanda again and asked. Chitanda glanced around and then stopped his sight on an old man on the left, who was curled up in a ball, shaking his body in a chair.

"The teacup in front of him... was originally white, but now it has turned dark green."

"You can tell that? Why do they look exactly the same to me?"

Yanami looked at the teacup curiously and examined it carefully.

"Oh."

Duanmu Huai closed the door and then opened it again.

"This time it's the lampshade of the chandelier..."

Close the door, open.

"The cover of that book changed from Japanese to English..."

Duanmu Huai kept opening and closing the door, and gradually, not only Chitanda noticed something was wrong, but even Yanaken noticed something was wrong. For example, the originally white walls turned into a yellowish brown, and the floor tiles turned into a wooden floor.

"what happened?"

"Verify some things a little bit."

Later on, Duanmu Huai opened the door faster and faster. Gradually, not only did problems arise inside, but the corridor where the three people were standing began to tremble.

Duanmu Huai stared at the door in front of him with a serious expression.

Come to think of it, if it weren’t for Chitanda’s reminder, Duanmu Huai would have really forgotten about it.

The situation in this world is a little different from other places.

From puberty syndrome to the subsequent ghost stories, everything follows a basic principle.

Spirit influences reality.

So the question is, will the same principles be followed in a place like this where so many people are mentally ill?

Now it seems that it is the same here!

However, there are limits to the changes that can be endured on both a practical and spiritual level.

It’s like playing a computer game, constantly refreshing the map, which will eventually cause it to freeze!

Now is——————!

"Boom!!"

I don’t know how many times Duanmu Huai closed and opened the door. Finally, when he opened the door again, everything in front of him changed instantly!

Merciless flames spurted out from the door, scaring Yanami and Chitanda so much that they stepped back, while Duanmu Huai stood there motionless, allowing the flames to pounce on him.

But the flame passed through Duanmu Huai's body as if it had no substance. Then, a horrifying scene happened in front of everyone.

Doctors and patients shouted, screamed, and attacked each other. They picked up everything they could get their hands on and threw it at everyone around them. They didn't care who the other person was, as long as they were around them, they would be attacked. They attacked everyone indiscriminately, and the whole hall fell into extreme chaos.

"What, what's going on?"

Yanai looked at this scene in astonishment, unable to understand it. She had seen online that patients were rebelling against doctors, but now it seemed that this was not the case at all. Not only did patients attack doctors, but doctors also attacked doctors. It seemed as if everyone had a deep hatred for each other.

Duanmu Huai just stood there, watching the scene, and then closed the door again.

"Boom!"

The scenery in front of them suddenly became dim and dim. When Yanami and Chitanda came to their senses, they found that they were standing in a dilapidated corridor. There was dust everywhere, spider webs and entangled vines, which showed that this place had been abandoned for a long time. There were even food bags and beverage bottles thrown randomly on the floor.

"I see, that's what's going on......"

Duanmu Huai stared at the closed door in front of him, muttered to himself, then turned and walked towards the door.

"Okay, we can leave now. We have nothing to do here anymore."

"Hey? Are we back to our original world? What's going on?"

At this moment, Yanami and Chitanda also hurriedly followed Duanmu Huai and asked their own questions.

"As you can see, it's very simple."

"Simple?"

"That's right, the doctors, the nurses, the patients, everyone went crazy, so they started fighting."

"What about arson?"

"No one set the fire. In such a chaotic situation, it might have been an accidental fire somewhere. If it were an ordinary person, they might have escaped, but you know, they are not ordinary people."

Duanmu Huai said it casually, but it was not actually the case.

He already knows the truth.

It is obvious that this place lost its balance due to the distorted mental superposition, and eventually opened up the road to the subspace. At the moment the subspace was connected, all the people here were subjected to strong mental stimulation from the subspace, and eventually went crazy. This is not surprising. Most people will have a mental breakdown just by sensing the subspace, and places like this are naturally more sensitive.

After that, the consciousness of those who were caught in the subspace and died gradually settled down, just like leaves floating in the water, slowly sinking to the bottom of the water and piling up one by one. And what Duanmu Huai and his friends touched were the leaves on the top. What made Duanmu Huai realize this was Chitanda's question.

Even if it is a collective memory, everyone has a different focus, and every time Duanmu Huai opens the door, it is equivalent to changing the perspective and refreshing the memory. That is why he opens and closes the door back and forth, in order to turn up all the leaves that originally sank to the "bottom" so as to catch the cracks in the subspace covered by them.

Fortunately, he finally found it.

There was only one thing left to do.

Duanmu Huai returned to the car, picked up his cell phone and called his assistant.

"I'll give you an address, and you go find out who owns the place now and buy it."

Then, Duanmu Huai quickly gave the order.