Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 250 249 Patient
"Klein? Klein?"

Melissa called out to Klein a few times, and Klein finally came to his senses.

He withdrew his gaze from the mentally ill patient named "Admitsol", smiled at Melissa, and said gently:
"Let's go."

Klein didn't take the mental patient's matter to heart, nor did he use his clairvoyance to see if the aura color of the so-called "mental patient" was different from that of a normal person.

After walking a few steps forward, the corridor suddenly became quiet near the end. Klein and Melissa slowed down a little. Benson knocked on the door of a ward and heard a female voice inside saying "Come in." Then the three of them walked in.

There was a sign on the door that read "Winnie Allison."

The Klein family all believed in the "Goddess of Night". Because of church scriptures that advocated equality between men and women, Winnie Allison did not take her husband's surname.

After Klein walked in, he found that it was a small but very clean single room.

He saw his original mother lying on the hospital bed by the window, leaning against the propped-up mattress. She was a woman who looked 70% similar to Melissa, with a gentle temperament and soft expression. However, her skin had an unnatural, unhealthy pale complexion due to years of not being exposed to the sun, and her face was a little thin.

"Benson, Melissa."

The woman's gaze fell on Klein and she smiled, "Klein."

"Mother."

Klein shouted, following his original body's memories, impressions, and emotions.

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After Ademisol separated himself from the family members who came to visit the patient and entered the elevator used to transport patients, he could no longer make any sound.

It was as if his vocal cords had been taken away. All around Ademisol's cart, faces and eyes in the moving elevator stared at him silently.

Ademisol wanted to scream and run away, but the restraints on his body made it impossible for him to struggle. His eyes were filled with fear and terror. If all those emotions could have substance, Ademisol had no doubt that his eyes would explode, and the fear, which had become as tangible as a substance, would drown out everyone present.

The elevator door is gradually closing.

Admisol looked at the two men and one woman not far away, whose backs were gradually blocked by the elevator door.

This inexplicably reminded Ademisol of what happened yesterday.

After seeing a living person collapse and turn into a monster, while the people around him behaved in exactly the same way as if they were watching a pantomime, he wanted to escape. He really wanted to escape from Tingen!
He saw, saw many, many lines, saw those lines connecting all those people...

But Ademisol did not succeed.

He remembered that he seemed, seemed...

what happened?
When I opened my eyes again, I woke up in a hospital ward.

The doctors on the side were discussing the condition. Ademisol didn't understand what "paranoia" and "schizophrenia" meant, but the feeling those doctors and nurses gave him was exactly the same as that of the people who were watching the monster indifferently at that time!
They are not alive! They are not alive!
The medical staff here, everyone here, even Admisol couldn't see clearly. They should have their own facial features, but when Admisol looked over in horror, how could they have any facial features?
They were completely flat faces, with no eyes, nose, mouth or ears?!
"I, I want to die—"

Help me! Help me!
After being pushed out of the ward and diagnosed with "paranoia" and unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, Admisol saw a person who seemed to have a strange mist surging around him!
He doesn't have that inhuman feeling, he is alive.

Great! He's still alive and can be saved!

But Admitsol was still not rescued.

"Save me, save me—"

The person with the strange mist surging around him did not see him.

No, he saw him, but he was a psychopath…

Psychopath... Is he a psychopath?
“I don’t want to die… I’m going to die… I don’t want to die… I’m going to die, I’m going to die ah ah ah ah——!”

All sounds seemed to be muted as the elevator slowly descended.

I don’t know how long it took.

The medical staff quietly took Admisol, who was tied to a cart, to a remote corner of St. Peter's Hospital.

There is a separate building here which is the location of the psychiatric department of St. Peter's Hospital. It is an independent department and the whole building is dedicated to psychiatry.

Ademisol was silently taken to the sixth floor by medical staff.

The psychiatric department of St. Peter's Hospital is not just a place for patients to see a doctor. The building also provides mental treatment, wards and other services.

After all, in recent years, the number of patients in Tingen suffering from corresponding mental illnesses has really increased.

On the sixth floor, Admisol's eyes kept moving, and the unfamiliar environment around him made him feel more and more uneasy.

"Let me go! Let me go—!"

Ademisol found that he could speak again.

But he's not the only one talking here.

Ademisol saw one of the wards, and through the observation window of the ward, Ademisol saw a face.

The patient living in the ward had long, slightly curly chestnut hair, a pair of gem-blue eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and a small mustache that looked a bit messy due to long-term neglect.
He was now clinging to the observation window, staring at the cart outside, and the silent doctor, patient and nurse.

As if he felt Admisol's gaze, he suddenly started shouting in the ward:

"I am the emperor! I am the Black Emperor! I am the protagonist of this era!"

There was a sign hanging on the door of the ward, which read:

"Russell Gustave."

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Patient: Russell Gustav (original name: Huang Tao)

Condition Description: Confirmed to be suffering from persecution delusion, with certain signs of schizophrenia, often accompanied by strong self-destructive tendencies...

In his later years, the patient often lost control of the world, frequently confusing his fantasies with reality. Consequently, for unknown reasons, he developed severe post-traumatic stress disorder related to his experience with the Diviner's Path, and simultaneously came to believe that the world he inhabited was a false one, deserving of destruction. He seemed to believe that his family, friends, brothers, and subordinates were all disguised by the same person, intent on manipulating him and persecuting his enemies...

Inside the pristine white ward, the slightly dazed and dull face of Mrs. Winnie Allison, the biological mother of Klein, Benson, and Melissa, seemed to change in an instant.

There was a cold glint in the lady's eyes.

After bidding farewell to Benson, Melissa, and Klein, she silently got off the bed and took out a document from the drawer of the bedside table.

Turning over the case of "Russell Gustav" at the beginning, Mrs. Allison saw the content below.

Patient: Klein Moretti (original name: Zhou Mingrui)

In order to avoid causing corresponding mental trauma and causing patients to suffer from various mental illnesses such as paranoia, thinking that the world is too fake and their lives are completely arranged, the hospital believes that the case of Russell Gustav, whose original name was Huang Tao, should not be completely imitated.

Based on the current plan, the hospital has summarized some options for patients to prevent the disease or to help with subsequent treatment:
First, guide Klein Moretti to establish stable, genuine social relationships in today's society, with a mix of truth and falsehood, and truth within the falsehood...

Second, after confirming that Klein Moretti is fully aware of this social relationship, he will be guided to uncover the hidden problems within Tingen. Mr. Nicola Flamel will provide assistance when necessary...

Third, to prevent a recurrence of the Russell Gustav issue, Klein Moretti could attempt to guide, modify, steal, and graft some of the patient's knowledge, delaying the discovery of one of Tingen City's deepest secrets as much as possible...

Fourth, utilize the gathering above the gray fog to allow Klein Moretti to quickly recognize more people and objects, establishing stronger and more numerous connections... Subsequently, some of the marionettes already connected to the patient, Klein Moretti, can be arranged to undergo complete slumber under specific circumstances, using methods such as death to strengthen their mental state and behavioral cognition...

Fifth, it has been discovered that Sefirah Castle is attempting to help patient Klein Moretti detect abnormalities in his surroundings. This intermittent increase in his inspiration is a condition that this hospital believes is seriously detrimental to his physical and mental health. Mr. Nicola Flamel and Mr. Don Eggers will provide appropriate assistance to eradicate the root cause of the problem as soon as possible...

……

Mrs. Allison picked up a pen from the table and slowly wrote at the end of the prevention plan:

"Benson Moretti, Melissa Moretti, and I have already fulfilled our basic roles. Klein Moretti has begun to gradually accept his interpersonal relationships after his 'time travel'..."

"After stabilizing the current social relations, we can implement subsequent preventive measures and, through organizations such as the Secret Order, the Witch Cult, and the Aurora Society, induce the patient, Klein Moretti, to develop hatred towards the Primordial Witch, Zaratul, the Hidden Sage, and the True Creator. This will further stabilize the anchor point and promote the birth of the Lord of Mysteries..."

As I wrote this, the countless dancing words left the paper and seemed to blend into the air and disappear.

The documents in Mrs. Allison's hands suddenly turned into countless blank sheets of paper without any trace.

She put down her pen and lay back on the hospital bed. The coldness in her eyes gradually disappeared, and she returned to her original appearance.

Outside the door, a psychiatrist walked in and smiled at Mrs. Allison who was lying on the bed. "Good morning, Mrs. Allison. You seem to be in a good mood today?"

"Can you talk to me?"

The patient, Winnie Allison, has been diagnosed with schizotypal personality disorder...

-

In the afternoon, Klein returned to 32 Red Rose Street. His external identity was "Blackthorn Security Company," a place with fairly good service that could provide "mercenary" services.

"Security company is just a description that keeps up with the times. What we do down there is essentially not much different from what the mercenaries did in ancient times." Old Neil said with a smile.

"Aren't our salaries provided by the Tingen City Government and the Church?"

Klein was puzzled by this. Disguising themselves as something else should be more secretive than a security company or mercenaries, right?

"Who doesn't want to make some extra money? If someone comes to us and we have nothing to do, we can naturally help them and get some of the compensation we deserve, right?"

Old Neil looked like he was imparting the philosophy of life, leaving Klein speechless.

"Well, these are introductory textbooks on basic ritual magic and the occult... Miskatonic University's textbooks are pretty good. If you have any questions, you can ask me."

Old Neil and Klein were not in the basement. They were in a multi-person office on the second floor. Of course, there were only the two of them now.

Klein, who was extremely lacking in knowledge of the mysticism, naturally accepted all the books. With Old Neil, the senior ritualist, by his side, Klein was like a sponge madly absorbing water, quickly and continuously absorbing the knowledge in those books.

As a true fortuneteller, Klein discovered that his learning ability had indeed improved significantly.

At the same time, he understood his own path better and learned the names of several subsequent potions of his path.

"Sequence 8, Joker."

"Sequence 7, Magician."

These are the only things mentioned in the basic textbooks. Old Neil added:

"Sequence 6 of the Diviner's Path, the potion is called Faceless Man. It is said to be able to change one's appearance, growing taller or shorter, becoming fatter or thinner, and completely altering one's facial features."

"A master of disguise."

Klein muttered, then curiously asked, "What is the name of Sequence 5 in the Fortune Teller Path? What about Sequence 4?"

Old Neil said, "How could I know everything, let alone the names of demigod potions? I'm just an ordinary logistics staff member, not a Beyonder of the Diviner Path... Well, but it is said that Sequence 4 of the Diviner Path is known for being treacherous and difficult to kill... You can ask Dunn about this, he might know. Uh, or you can ask when you go to Miskatonic University, there are quite a few Beyonders of the Diviner Path there."

"Sequence 4 of the Fortune Teller's Path, treacherous and difficult to kill?"

Klein pondered what Old Neil had said, nodded, and went back to reading quietly.

The busy afternoon passed quickly, and near evening, Officer Pettigrew returned with two boxed lunches.

"Let's go to Welch McGowan's place again tonight, Moretti. How are you feeling?"

"I feel pretty good." Klein opened the lunch box and saw the meal from Tingen University in his memory.

"I want to eat fried chicken nuggets." Old Neil muttered as he looked at the lunch box that had little oil in it.

"Grandpa, you're old," Pettigrew refused.

The old man sighed and said, "How unfilial! How unfilial!"

Pettigrew smiled.

(End of this chapter)