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Chapter 226: One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest (Part )
Ha ha.

Li Sheng didn't have the energy to be angry, instead he grinned.

In China, hospital qualifications can be divided into many levels according to hospital size, scientific research direction, talent and technical strength, medical hardware equipment and other conditions.

From the first-level grassroots hospitals in the community, to the second-level regional hospitals across communities, to the third-level hospitals that provide medical and health services to the whole country across regions, provinces, and cities.

The Elizabeth Psychiatric Hospital is the "top" hospital on another track.

Located in Washington, D.C., it was founded in 1855 and is the first federally operated mental hospital in the United States.

Initially, the hospital mainly treated soldiers with mental illnesses in the army, but with the outbreak of the Civil War, a large number of soldiers were sent to St. Elizabeth, causing serious financial difficulties for the hospital.

The cash-strapped hospital soon found a new way to make money: admitting people who were not sick.

No matter if it was a drunkard or an illegal immigrant reported by the public, they were all accepted. Anyway, the federal government provided financial subsidies based on the number of beds. The more patients the hospital had, the more money it made.

Later, the insatiable hospital cooperated with the police, FBI, CIA, and celebrities to lock up journalists who exposed corporate scandals, anti-government figures, left-wing figures, wealthy widows, etc. into mental hospitals on the grounds of mental illness.

Through drugs, bloodletting, electrotherapy, hydrotherapy (soaking people in hot water for several hours to rot the skin), etc., the patients were tortured beyond recognition. Countless patients died, and those who survived were disabled even after leaving the hospital.

Compared to St. Elizabeth, Arkham Asylum in Gotham has to lag behind. This is the old veteran.

"The system will not act without purpose. The St. Elizabeth in this New England town is most likely related to the St. Elizabeth in the real world."

Li Sheng groaned and tried to open the player panel. "The inventory and skill bar are both sealed, but the emergency escape card is still lit and can be used at any time.

It seems that the priority of the emergency escape card is higher than the system limit."

He paused and muttered in his heart, "According to the player forum, the probability of a full role-playing mode appearing is already very low.

Every time you play a role, the battlefield will determine the direction of the mission based on the characteristics displayed by the players.

For example, give the puzzle players a reasoning task, and give the combat crazy players a killing task. There are very few mistakes.

This is to avoid the funny situation where a Lv40 God of War starves to death in a secret room because he cannot open the combination lock.

So, it turns out that my IQ is too high, like a rotten apple in a trash can, which makes the system think that I am a reasoning player. "

If the inventory was usable and Huiyu was here, she would definitely complain, "Why do you have to use the description of a rotten apple in a trash can to praise yourself?"

"Anyway, stand up first."

Wearing a restraint suit, Li Sheng crawled back and forth on the ground like a caterpillar.

Relying on the friction between the straitjacket and the wall, it took a while before I could barely stand up against the wall.

"Phew, I'm really tired."

As expected of a full role-playing mode, Li Sheng was so tired that he gasped for breath and thought to himself, "The character I'm playing is a little shorter than I am in the real world, and his body shows no signs of exercise. This is not good."

In horror games, the protagonist is often in a state of running for his life, and it would be great if he could run as fast as the Hong Kong reporter.

I’m afraid that I’ll be like the protagonist of some horror games, who not only can’t run fast, but also has a stamina bar, and his lungs will explode after just two steps.

"Hmm, Hmm."

His mouth moved, and his upper and lower lips rubbed each other repeatedly, breaking free from the tape. With a "Pooh" sound, he spat the tape into the white mask.

After spitting out the tape, Li Sheng's breathing became much smoother. He looked around and tried to find a knife, nail or other sharp object in the room to see if he could cut open the restraint suit and regain mobility. Unfortunately, there were no traces of sharp objects on the walls, floors, or even under the soft mattress that served as a makeshift bed.

"You're so cruel, but I can just jump around to complete the task."

With his hands and feet bound, Li Sheng raised his middle finger to the system with his phantom limb and hopped to the door of the confinement room.

The door itself was also wrapped in white soft packaging material, and there was no window for delivering food (which indirectly proved that this confinement room was only a temporary place for detaining patients).
Above the door handle inside the door, there is a seven-digit rotary English combination lock.

There is a door handle inside the confinement room, which looks strange at first glance, but it makes sense when you consider the background of the mental hospital - if a medical staff member is accidentally locked in there, at least they can get out using the combination lock.

Above the combination lock, there was a long and narrow note with a line of words written in beautiful English fonts.

"what man cannot live in a house?"

Who can't live in the house?

Li Sheng raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you thinking of a riddle like this?"

He used his nose to turn the combination lock through the white mask, and entered the spoof answers postman, walkman, ironman, and then the correct answer snowman.

Click.

The door of the detention room opened, revealing the hospital corridor.

There was no frightening ghost face jumping out as I had imagined, and the hospital corridor looked normal.

The floor was paved with tiles, the walls were painted white, there were light tubes hanging from the ceiling, and the air was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant.

Li Sheng leaned against the door frame and looked around. The corridor was empty and there was no doctor, nurse or patient in sight.

Judging from the 1F sign hanging at the end of the corridor, this is the first floor of the hospital.

Li Sheng thought for a moment, then took the English note with his mouth through the mask and turned it over.

The note was obviously torn from a newspaper, and on the back was a news item.

[The new female president of Conn Group considers selling its US business]

The news time was December 12, Christmas Eve. There was no year marked and no one knew what special meaning it had.

"Put it away first. The handwriting on this note is very beautiful, and it has a citrus scent. It's probably a reminder left by a woman."

Li Sheng held the note in his mouth and hopped into the corridor. "In the script world, it should be night time. It is dark outside the window, and there is the sound of rain."

Before he finished speaking, something strange happened.

The rustling sound of rain suddenly became louder and more dense and noisy.

On the glass outside the corridor, bloody handprints appeared out of thin air, as if countless patients were struggling hard before death.

All the windows were shaking, as if the next second, those hands would shatter the windows and rush into the hospital.

The "rain sound" came quickly and went away quickly. Half a minute later, the bloody handprints stopped increasing and gradually dissipated as the rain washed them away.

(End of this chapter)