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In the white corridor, under the white light.

Nurse Zhao and Captain Qin both stared at me and the dean.

This look reminds me of those mentally ill patients.

Elusive and terrifying.

I quietly poked the dean.

"Oh, that." The dean trembled and said in an extremely unnatural tone, "Well, I have something to do and I won't leave for the time being. You guys go back first."

"What's the matter?" Nurse Zhao looked surprised, "Dean, you never ask much about the situation on the eighth floor."

The dean thought for a while and said, "I have something to talk to Dr. Lu."

"But Dr. Lu was in the laboratory and said he would be busy all night and asked us not to disturb him." Nurse Zhao was confused.

The dean frowned, raised his voice, and feigned anger: "Is he the dean, or am I the dean? I can't see him in the laboratory?"

"Ah, Dean, that's not what I meant." Nurse Zhao immediately lowered her head and returned to her previous submissive look.

"Talk too much! Get out of here!"

"yes."

Nurse Zhao and Captain Qin left in a hurry.

The metal door opened and closed again.

The outside can be seen through the railing on the upper half of the door panel.

However, the walls outside are also pale.

It was sickly clean, cold and lifeless.

This small eighth floor seems to be another world.

Looking at the thick metal password doors, I felt a little more uneasy.

It's just a place for mentally ill patients. Does it require such strict equipment?

This isn't a hospital, it's clearly a strict and oppressive prison!

In the long white corridor, the dean and I stood out.

I looked around and couldn't stand outside all the time.

"Which ward is Miao Xiaohui in?"

"I, I don't know." The dean replied with a sad face.

"You are the dean and you don't know anything?"

"I don't care about the affairs on the eighth floor, it's Dr. Lu who is in charge."

"Doctor Lu?"

I squinted my eyes.

The head nurse and Captain Qin also mentioned Dr. Lu, and it sounded like they were also under the management of that doctor.

There is only one doctor named Lu in the employee file, named Lu Junsheng.

He is a returned medical doctor who entered the mental hospital through recruitment and is nominally responsible for some general psychiatric work.

The information is rather unobtrusive.

I thought of looking at Miao Xiaohui's information because Captain Qin helped him get Miao Xiaohui's medical records.

An ordinary doctor has rights that even the president does not have. No one believes it if he says there is no problem.

But now is not the time to delve into it, let’s find Miao Xiaohui first.

Miao Xiaohui transferred to the eighth floor in the afternoon, and might be in the ward before Mrs. Han.

The ward number has an odd number on one side and an even number on the other.

So, No. 13 is opposite No. 14.

I held the dean hostage and walked to the door of Ward No. 13, ordered him to open the visiting window, and then I looked in.

The white light was on, and the ward was very quiet. A slightly fat man was lying flat on the cold hospital bed.

Motionless, like a peaceful corpse.

"Open the door."

The dean stretched out his fat hand and pressed the combination lock.

271314.

The heavy metal door clicked open.

It seems that the password for each ward is the same.

I looked back and forth in the corridor, then pushed the dean into the ward.

The door was ajar, and a dagger was stuck in the crack.

I glanced at the person lying on the bed, and after confirming that it was Miao Xiaohui, I tied up the dean with sealing tape again.

"Xiaohui, Xiaohui."

I walked to the bedside and gently pushed the sleeping Miao Xiaohui.

But he couldn't wake up no matter what, his reaction was very strange.

His brows were furrowed tightly, as if he was in pain, and his eyes moved rapidly under his eyelids, but he never opened them.

He must have taken medicine too.

I checked his body and there were no signs of injury, but there were a few tiny pinpricks on his arms.

It is normal for patients to take injections and medicines. This does not mean anything.

I frowned, walked over to the dean, and tore off the transparent tape that sealed his mouth.

"Dean Jiang, how do you wake up the patient?"

The dean's mouth was red and swollen, and he seemed to be numb from the pain. He said vaguely: "Yes, yes, yes."

He showed a look of embarrassment, swallowed, and said, "Only Dr. Lu has the medicine."

"Where is the medicine?"

"There is a medicine cabinet in his office. I don't know the specific medicine. I just saw him take out a red pill from the cabinet and give it to the patient, and the patient woke up."

The red pill?

"Where is his office?"

"At the end of the ward."

I tore off another piece of transparent tape and prepared to seal the dean's mouth again.

"Can you stop posting it? I promise not to say anything!" the dean said pitifully.

"cannot!"

I coldly stuck the transparent glue firmly on his mouth, and then dragged him into the closet without tears.

His fat body was squeezed into the small cabinet, and the cabinet door could hardly be closed.

I opened the door, put away the dagger, and cautiously looked outside. After making sure there was no danger, I quietly slipped out.

Gently closing the metal door, I stepped lightly and quickly walked deep into the corridor.

The soft-soled plastic floor greatly reduced the sound of my footsteps.

There are 18 wards in total.

There are four rooms at the end.

Office, laboratory, treatment room, the last room has no sign, I don't know what it is used for.

All doors are the same style.

All the doors were closed tightly, not letting out a trace of light or sound.

I resisted the urge to open the laboratory window and look inside.

Taking a breath, he pressed the code lock on the office.

271314.

The metal door sprang open.

Sure enough, the passwords for all rooms were the same.

He looked inside through the crack in the door, and after making sure no one was there, he opened the door and slipped in quietly.

The difference between the office door and the ward door is that there is a code lock inside, so even if the door is closed, it can be opened from the inside.

I looked around quickly.

There was only one desk in the entire office, which looked empty.

Large expanses of white walls exude a cold atmosphere.

Behind the desk, there is a row of large medicine cabinets against the wall, which are neatly filled with white medicine bottles.

I walked over.

Through the clean and bright glass, you can see that each medicine bottle is the same size and arranged neatly.

The spacing between bottles is the same, as if they were reproduced by a machine.

"This doctor must have obsessive-compulsive disorder!"

I reached for the door, only to find that it was locked.

This doesn't bother me.

I took out the thin wire, inserted it into the keyhole, and fiddled with it carefully.

Just when I found the feeling, I heard the beeping sound of the password key being pressed from outside the door.

Oops!

It happened to happen at this time!

My heart was beating fast and I looked around. Where could I hide in this empty office?

The metal door clicked open.

A pair of shiny high-end black leather shoes walked through the door and walked straight to the desk.

The steps are neither hasty nor slow, and the distance of each step is equal, as if carefully measured.