Bizarre Detective Agency

"…Ok."

  Lu Li gave up on questioning the living tree and asking what happened last night.

   Is the lullaby making it out of hand or what? If the former, Living Tree might remember what happened yesterday and attack him again—

"What time is it now?"

   "The sun has risen for tens of minutes." said the living tree, which had been in the sun for a long time.

  In Lu Li's eyes, the thick fog outside the window was like yesterday.

  Lu Li threw off the quilt and sat up, put on his windbreaker, and prepared to leave the dangerous ward.

  The living tree on the hospital bed lazily bathed in the "mist" seeping in from the window, ignored Lu Lili and left, as if nothing had happened.

  But just as Lu Li avoided the living tree and walked past the hospital bed covered by the curtain, a severely scalded arm jumped out from behind the curtain and grabbed his arm. At this moment, Lu Li glimpsed the situation behind the curtain - it was a deformed existence that seemed to be a wax figure that was melting, and the deformed and melting facial features seemed to be an absurd parody of human beings. Pull towards the curtain.

  When it was almost a reenactment of what happened last night, a rough scream suddenly came from behind. Lu Li only felt it was harsh, but the melting wax figure twisted and dislocated his facial features in pain, and he was forced to let go of Lu Li.

  Lu Li took the opportunity to break free and quickly retreated to the door.

  Although the living tree saved himself, this scene is more like two prey fighting for food.

  The living tree returned to silence, the curtains gradually subsided, and only the dirty finger marks on the shirt silently explained what happened just now.

   "Evil Fallen doesn't like to scream." Living Tree said.

  Lu Li opened the door of the ward, the corridor was empty and silent, the movement just now did not attract the nurse.

   "What about you?" Lu Li, who was by the door, turned his head and stood outside the corridor to test, "Is there anything Little Linna doesn't like?"

"I do not like…"

  The living tree fell into thinking. Gradually, the face covered with gullies was bathed in sunlight and became quiet, like an ancient tree.

   Lu Li didn't get an answer, and gently closed the door.

  He saw the outline of the wheelchair again, it was still where it was yesterday, as if it hadn't moved.

  Lu Li quickly walked to the door of Ward 205 where he stopped yesterday. The door was closed tightly, blocking Lu Li's prying eyes.

  The good news is that no nurses came out of nowhere.

  The door of Ward 206 was open, and Lu Li deliberately slowed down so that he could linger longer when he passed the door.

   Approaching the ward, there was a dull breathing through the mask. And in less than two seconds, Lu Li saw: wearing a medieval European crow mask, like a plague doctor. But in fact, it is lying on the hospital bed as a patient; a golden retriever has neither human nor monster characteristics, it is just an ordinary golden retriever, as if this is a veterinary hospital; there is another hospital bed that cannot be squeezed, as if leaning on a sofa A tall "humanoid" silhouette lying on the bed.

   Before digesting the information, Lu Li found that the door to Ward 207 was also open.

  Compared to the previous ward, Ward 207 is relatively easy to accept—because there is only one patient "person": a festering figure sitting on a dirty bed with legs crossed.

  The other two hospital beds are a wet and empty bed, and the other is a doll leaning on the pillow. I don't know if the patient is not in the room or if it is an empty bed.

  Then Lu Li saw the puppet on the bed by the window turning its head, its eyeless face facing him.

   Lu Li, who remained silent, walked quietly.

   The door of Ward 208 was closed, allowing Lu Li's thoughts to breathe temporarily.

  This lunatic asylum is full of weirdness...including myself.

  Appeared here for no reason, was diagnosed as delusional and stuffed into a patient played by a monster. The past was shrouded in fog like outside, was killed for inexplicable reasons, and woke up peacefully the next day.

  What are you going to do?

  Should I receive treatment to recover from my condition, or escape here?

  Looking at the wheelchair figure a few rooms away, Lu Li thought, will it throw itself down and rip its throat when it approaches again?

   Soon, Lu Li, who passed by wards 207 and 208, will pay attention to ward 209 with the door open.

  Slow down your pace and only observe from the corner of your eye.

  But Room 209 that Lu Li was prepared for was just an empty room - clean white tiles scattered with dirt and sand.

  Is the patient not in the ward, or is the sand the patient?

  Lu Li can't judge... If he really has paranoia, it must be worse now.

   Next is Ward 210. Lu Li repeated his old trick, and glanced at the room from the corner of his eye.

  The silhouette of the hospital bed by the window, wearing a black robe as if afraid of the sun, seemed to sense Lu Li's prying eyes, and waved his hand in a friendly manner.

  In the middle hospital bed was a pale girl in a blood-stained white dress, surrounded by hideous and obscure bloodshots.

  The hospital bed by the wall is an old man...a normal old man. It is strange that a human being appears in this hospital made up of monsters.

  The observation is temporarily stopped here, because the wheelchair is in front of it.

  It was a relatively normal girl who was just too thin. She looked out the window and hummed a light ballad like a lullaby. Ward 211 next to the wheelchair girl was closed, so she probably didn't come from there.

  As if it was a prank, when Lu Li was about to walk towards her, the door of Room 212 in front suddenly opened, and the nurse walked out from the door.

"What are you doing here?"

  Compared to yesterday's inquiry, today is more questioning.

   "Come out and relax."

   "Please go back."

   "The lights are not out yet."

   "Please go back." The nurse repeated.

   "As a patient, your attitude may irritate me." Lu Li didn't want to give up, but he didn't ask why the wheelchair girl could go outside: "Does the hospital prohibit patients from walking around?"

   If that doesn't work, then he can only observe the nurses' rules of action and avoid them—

  Luckily it wasn't that bad.

  The nurse changed her tone, but it was still cold: "Your condition is not stable..."

   "I'll keep an eye out."

  “…Please be careful not to leave this floor or visit other patients.”

  The nurse was a little relieved, but said that he would pay attention to Lu Li—this made it impossible for him to tell the nurse that he was attacked.

   After all, I am still alive, after all, I am delusional.

   The best result is to be grounded because of "exacerbated symptoms", and the worst result is to return to the third floor of "conforming symptoms".

  The nurse who looked like a human being left, and the sight returned to the wheelchair girl—she looked out the window, as if there was a beautiful view. Humming the ballad softly, ignoring what happened around him.

  Looking at the two remaining wards at the end of the corridor, Lu Li temporarily skipped the wheelchair girl and came to the closed door of No. 212 ward.

   There is only ward 213 left in front of him, a number that represents an unknown... More importantly, this is the end of the corridor, and he has no excuse to come here other than an accident.

  Looking back at the corridor, the nurse who entered a certain ward has not yet come out.

  Lu Li took a deep breath and approached the last ward—the door of No. 213 ward was closed.

  Lu Li felt a little relaxed, as if getting rid of some kind of pressure, and retreated to the wheelchair girl.