clown game

Chapter 142 Number Three

"Wall?" Dr. Zhang put on a confused expression
He recalled the scene in the surveillance video where the patient suddenly raised his head, and felt inexplicable
"What is he staring at the wall for?"

The wall was bare, not graffitied, white-painted, empty.For a moment, Dr. Zhang seemed to feel that there was an indescribable weirdness about the wall.

Immediately afterwards, he looked at the camera on the door frame...

He stood up, adjusted his direction towards the camera, and walked to the wall along the route of the patient in the video...

Since the camera is directly above the door frame, he should have already left the scope of the surveillance screen at his current position.

In this way, that person just raised his head inexplicably, glanced at the wall, walked to the position where he was standing now, and then went crazy after 1 minute?
"What are you doing?" He murmured aloud to himself, remembering the scene of the patient sleepwalking against the wall in the empty room at that time, a trace of panic appeared in his heart for no reason.
"Did he see something? That's why he came here? Could it be that there is something in this room that I can't see...?"

Dr. Zhang shook his head to stop himself from those outlandish thoughts.

Then he began to knock on the wall,
"Bang... bang"

The wall made a dull sound, without any hollow sound, the wall is undoubtedly solid...

Of course he knew this.

Because there are many patients with neurasthenia in the mental hospital, all the wards here are made of solid materials with strong sound insulation effect.In other words, there is no way to hide anything in this wall, and it is impossible for the patient to hear outside sounds while lying on the wall.

He scratched his head in doubt. After that, he came to the door of the ward again.

After opening the door, in front of you is the horizontal corridor from when you came here. On the opposite side is the wall. On the side where you are, there is a whole row of single wards that are far apart. No patient...

Both ends of the corridor extend to the corner of the building, and the overhead light shines on the tiles on the ground, reflecting the outline of the light tube. At the end of the left side is a walking ladder connecting up and down, while on the right side is a window.

Because the hospital has a strict work and rest time, the patients have already returned to the ward at night, and the corridor must be empty. Dr. Zhang has worked in this mental hospital for a long time and knows the structure of this building well, so he also He just casually glanced at both ends of the corridor, then withdrew his gaze.

He came to the place opposite to the partition wall where he was standing in the ward just now, knocked first, then carefully looked at the tiles under his feet, then the ceiling above his head, and the opposite wall
Immediately afterwards, he discovered that there was nothing suspicious on this side of the corridor.

Could it be that the patient really just had a sudden and exacerbated manic episode for no apparent reason?
He couldn't help thinking about it, but as soon as the idea came up, Dr. Zhang laughed at himself. He knew it was impossible, and there was no illness that appeared like a cannonball.

"I'm sure there are still things I haven't discovered..." He muttered unbelievingly, and in his heart, there was a voice that kept reminding him that all of this was caused by the new patient.
So, Dr. Zhang went back to the ward. Standing by the wall, he stretched his hands on the wall, groping as if he was going to sweep the wall.

The wall is not big, so it is easy to touch all over.

Suddenly, his hand stopped, and he felt a strange tactile sensation between his fingertips and the wall
...He looked over intently, and there was a small strange spot on the white wall paint, which looked like a scratch made with a fingernail, but it was not very sharp, but sunken inward. not come out.

Dr. Zhang frowned and stared there. He was surprised to find that there were several similar scratches not far apart near the scratch.

Could it be the patient who scratched it?
But why is he scratching?
Doctor Zhang felt that he should have caught some clue...

Suddenly, his eyes widened, as if thinking of something.

Yes, he finally thought about what was the vague sense of weirdness when he saw the wall just now.

People have a problem, that is, they often see a picture, but their brains choose not to remember it... It's like a pair of shoes that have been worn for many years. Certainly few people know how many laces are on the shoes hole
Just like this wall, Dr. Zhang visits patients in these wards almost every day, and there is a timetable on the wall of each ward—it is used to remind patients to get up at what time, The kind of table for things like what time to take medicine.

But he didn't realize until now that the watch was missing in this room!

And almost in the next second, Dr. Zhang concluded that the watch was definitely torn off by the patient who suddenly went crazy.

He is also a doctor after all, and he is not too stupid. He knows that this should be a message from the patient!
Seeing a flash of inspiration in Dr. Zhang's eyes, he rushed out of the ward quickly and took out the keys in his pocket at the same time.

The on-duty doctor in the mental hospital will have a key that can open all the wards in the current ward, which is also designed to prevent some patients from locking themselves in the ward.So, he came to another ward on the side and opened it directly with the "master key".

Afterwards, without even turning on the light, with the help of the light from the corridor, the "schedule" on the wall was removed!Immediately afterwards, he ran back to the ward just now, hurriedly pressed his hand to the wall again, and groped around the places where the scratches were on the top.

Finally, he touched a strange place again. It felt very special and sticky, a feeling that could only be left after the tape was torn off.And using this place as a starting point, I found three other sticky "tape marks" around, which happened to be the four corners of an A4 paper.

Doctor Zhang knew that he guessed right, so he couldn't wait to pick up the "schedule" in his hand and aim it at the four corners, and pasted the paper on it again.

In this way, the wall returned to its "original state".

He looked at the wall that was pleasing to the eye, and took a deep breath.

"Let me see what you want to tell me," he said with a serious expression, and slowly stroked the "schedule", feeling the scratches on the wall under the page.
"Get up, wash up and broadcast gymnastics," Dr. Zhang said to himself.

"8 o'clock in the morning!"

Suddenly, he stopped, and the first scratch appeared on the word 8 o'clock.

He thought for a few seconds, and found that he still couldn't figure out what the patient meant, so he didn't bother, and continued to explore.

The next few scratches appeared at the time points of "13 o'clock", "16 o'clock" and "20 o'clock".

At this time, as long as you think about it for a while, you will know that what the patient wants to tell the doctor should be these sets of numbers!

Dr. Zhang took out a pen from his coat pocket, and wrote down directly in the space next to the "schedule"——

"8, 13, 16, 20."

He frowned, looking at the numbers in front of him, he felt at a loss. According to his understanding, the patient should have left scratches on a few words, and then pieced together a complete sentence or the name and place. What kind of information is right? What is the matter with leaving four numbers? Could it be that the neuropathy foresaw the next Shuangseqiu number?Or, is there a safe that requires a password to open and hasn't been found yet?

Uh, compared with these nonsense conjectures, it seems that the most plausible possibility is that these are just a few meaningless "clicks" on the wall by a psychopath!

"Sigh, have I been figuring it out on my own all this time?"

Doctor Zhang sighed, and felt for a moment that he was being tricked.The energy of "chasing the truth" was also discouraged a lot.

In the dead of night, people are always full of inspiration~
Just when he was about to scold himself a few words, telling himself to quickly give up this unrealistic delusion.
He froze for a moment

"telephone number!!!"

Doctor Zhang didn't say it silently in his heart, but yelled it out directly!

In this era of popular mobile phones, he can't remember the last time he called the "landline number", but at this moment, he is very sure that this is the meaning of this group of numbers.

So he quickly pulled out his mobile phone and directly entered the phone number

"8131620"

Afterwards, his fingers trembled above the "Dial" button.

A mental patient who suddenly went crazy, before going crazy, left a phone call, what could it be on the other end?

After a few seconds, he seemed to have finally made up his mind, "Fight it!", and pressed it!

"Beep——beep——"

a busy tone

Doctor Zhang felt a little flustered.

Suddenly, the phone was connected, and then, a sharp voice rang
"Hey-hey-hey"

At this moment, Dr. Zhang's heart suddenly jumped into his throat. He was very scared, but he didn't know why. It seemed that this laughter aroused some kind of fear deep in his heart.

In the next moment, Doctor Zhang suddenly opened his eyes.

This is a trance feeling, as if suddenly awakened in a dream,

In front of him is a moldy wall, which looks like it was built with large bricks in the last century. After nearly a hundred years of erosion, it has become bald.From the left and right sides of the line of sight, you can see the edge of this wall, which is connected to the other two similar walls at right angles.

As you can tell from this view, it's a small room, and it definitely hasn't been visited in decades.

However, as a person who just opened his eyes, Dr. Zhang found himself in an unfamiliar environment, so he didn't have the heart to care about it.

"Fuck!"

He cursed like a conditioned reflex, then quickly looked down at himself, and then he found that he was sitting on a wooden chair.

Immediately, his first thought was to sit up quickly, but the moment he stood up, a huge force suddenly pulled him back to the seat.

Only then did he realize that there was a belt around his waist, which bound him like a passenger car seat belt.

"What the hell is this him!!" He yelled in horror, and at the same time, he also found that his hands were not bound, so he wanted to untie the belt in a panic
suddenly!

"you're awake"

A male voice suddenly came from his left.

"Fuck!"

Doctor Zhang was taken aback again, cursed reflexively, and turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

On the wall next to me, leaning against a man, less than 30 years old, with eyes, wearing a hospital gown, it can be seen that he is not tall, not very strong, and his hair is a bit long, and at this moment, this man is staring at him Stare at yourself.

At the same time, Dr. Zhang had already untied the belt around his waist, and stood up quickly. He tried his best to recover from the "serial shock" just now, and carefully distanced himself from the other party. .

"who are you?"

He asked a question you would always ask a stranger.

And the other party obviously knew that the other party had just woken up and would be in such a flustered state, so the man tentatively raised his hands, pressed them down, and responded
"Calm down, I just woke up a few minutes earlier than you, my name is Liu Yi, and I don't know what happened!"

……

Dr. Zhang has also regained his composure now. He looked up and down the stranger opposite him, and found that the other person was thin and thin. He looked like a standard otaku. Even if the other person was hostile, he might not be able to beat him, so Slightly relieved, began to observe the surrounding environment.

This is a small and musty space, less than 20 square meters, surrounded by bald walls surrounded by black and red bricks. On the wall behind, there is a half-opened old wooden door on the edge. Angle problem, I can't see what's outside, but some faint light shines in, otherwise it might be invisible here.

The ground is full of broken and rotten floors, which are very painful to step on.The ceiling is very low, you can touch it by jumping up, and there is a small round hole in the middle, which seems to be used to connect the wires of the electric lights. Of course, the wires have long since rotted away.
From this point of view, this place should be a building decades, even 100 years ago, without any decoration or furniture around, just bare walls, and in the middle of the room, there are two chairs.

Of course... these two chairs will definitely not be included in the furniture, because they look eerie, as if they were modified from the "electric execution chair", with the waist and abdomen positioned There is a restraint belt on the top of the back of the chair, that is, where the "head" is, five thick iron wires stick out, one on the top of the head, two on each side, crudely outlines the shape of a head, but it is obviously bigger than the head After several laps, Dr. Zhang didn't touch them just now.On the top of the wire, there are three nondescript round iron pieces. In short, this design makes the two chairs look extraordinarily weird.

Dr. Zhang frowned, then looked up at the man who called himself "Liu Yi"... blinked his eyes

"What the hell is this?"

(End of this chapter)