Player Reload

hehe.

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

In China, based on hospital scale, scientific research direction, human and technical strength, medical hardware and equipment, etc., the hospital qualification evaluation indicators can be divided into many levels.

From first-level primary hospitals in communities, to second-level regional hospitals across communities, to tertiary hospitals across regions, provinces, and cities, providing medical and health services nationwide.

Elizabeth Mental Hospital is a "top" hospital on another track.

It is located in Washington, DC, and was founded in 1855. It is the first federally operated mental hospital in the United States.

At first, it mainly treated mentally ill soldiers in the army, but with the outbreak of the Civil War, a large number of soldiers were sent to St. Elizabeth, causing the hospital's financial constraints.

The hospital, which was short of money, quickly found a new way to make money by treating people who were not sick.

Whether they are drunkards causing trouble or illegal immigrants reported by the public, everyone is welcome. Anyway, the federal government distributes financial subsidies based on the number of beds. The more patients there are, the more money the hospital makes.

Later, the hospital, which could not satisfy its desires, also cooperated with the police, FBI, CIA, and celebrities to imprison journalists, anti-government figures, left-wingers, wealthy widows, etc., who exposed corporate scandals, in mental hospitals in the name of mental illness.

Through drugs, bloodletting, electrotherapy, hydrotherapy (soaking people in hot water for several hours, soaking the skin) and other methods, the patients were tortured to the point of becoming dehumanized. Countless patients died, and those who survived were still disabled even after leaving the hospital.

Compared with St. Elizabeth, Gotham's Arkham Asylum has to be set back slightly. This is the old timer.

"The system will not target without aim. There is a high probability that the Saint Elizabeth of this New England town is related to the Saint Elizabeth of the real world."

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

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

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

Whenever the game is fully played, the killing field will determine the mission trend based on the characteristics displayed by the player.

For example, puzzle-solving players are given reasoning tasks, and war-mad players are given killing tasks. Rarely goes wrong.

In order to avoid the funny situation of "the dignified Lv40 God of War starved to death in the secret room because he could not open the password lock".

To put it this way, it is true that my IQ is too high and cannot be concealed like a rotten apple in a trash can, causing the system to identify me as a reasoning player. "

If the inventory could be used and Huiyu was here, she would specifically complain, "Why do you use the term "rotten apple in a trash can" when praising yourself?

"Anyway, let's stand up first."

Because he was wearing a restraint uniform, Li Sheng was like a caterpillar, crawling back and forth on the ground.

Relying on the friction between the uniform and the wall, it took a while to stand upright against the wall.

"Huh, I'm quite tired."

As expected of a full role-playing mode, Li Sheng panted heavily from exhaustion and thought to himself, "The character I play is a little shorter than I am in the real world, and there are no signs of physical exercise. This is not good."

In horror games, the protagonist is often on the run for his life. It would be great if he could run as fast as a Hong Kong reporter.

I'm afraid that like the protagonist of some horror games, not only can't run fast, but I also have a stamina gauge, and my lungs will explode before I can take two steps.

"Umm, ummm."

His mouth squirmed, his upper and lower lips rubbed repeatedly, and he broke away from the tape. With a "poof" sound, he spat the tape into the white mask.

After spitting out the tape, his breathing became much easier. Li Sheng looked around, trying to find sharp objects such as knives and nails in the room to see if he could cut through the restraints and regain his mobility.

Unfortunately, there were no sharp weapon marks on the walls, floors, or even underneath the upholstered mattress that served as a makeshift bed.

"No matter how cruel you are, the worst I can do is just jump around to complete the task."

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

The door itself is also wrapped in white soft material, and there is no window for delivering food (which proves that this confinement room is only a temporary place to hold patients).

There is a seven-digit wheel-type English code lock embedded above the door handle inside the door.

There is a door handle inside the solitary room, which seems strange at first glance, but it makes sense when you think of the background of a mental hospital - if a medical staff is accidentally locked in, they can at least be locked out with a password.

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

"what man cannot live in a house?"

Who cannot live in the house.

Li Sheng raised his eyebrows, what about this brain teaser?

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

Click.

The door to the solitary room opened with a sound, revealing the hospital corridor.

There was no fright from the jumping faces as expected, the hospital corridor looked normal.

The floor is paved with ceramic tiles, the walls are painted white, and there are light tubes hanging from the ceiling. The air is filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Li Sheng leaned against the door frame and looked around. There was no one in the corridor, no doctors, nurses, or patients 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, took the English note with his mouth through the mask, and turned it over.

The note was obviously torn from a newspaper, with a news item on the reverse.

[Conn Group’s new female president considers selling U.S. business]

The news time was December 24, Christmas Eve. There was no year marked, and I don’t know what the special meaning was.

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

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

Before he finished speaking, a sudden change occurred.

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

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

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

The "sound of rain" comes and goes away just as quickly. Half a minute later, the blood-stained handprints stopped increasing and gradually dissipated as the rain washed them away.