Super thriller live broadcast

I didn't dare to speak and moved slowly against the wall. The sudden darkness made me uncomfortable, so I took every step very carefully.

About fifteen minutes later, my hand was suddenly held by someone: "Jiang Fei? Is that you?"

The touch from the fingertips was cold and smooth, it should be a woman's hand.

I was about to lift my phone when the lights in the hall returned to normal.

The dim light shone on my face, and I frowned and looked around. Jiang Fei and the two children were standing about two meters away from me: "It's not Jiang Fei, is it Wang Yingnan who is holding my hand?"

I didn't have an ominous premonition in my heart. I turned around and saw that the door of the rehabilitation treatment room was opened, and a pale and thin woman was holding my hand.

"Patients? When did they escape?!"

I looked at the woman's face. She had short hair. She seemed very nervous. Her lips were trembling and she kept saying one sentence: "It's not me, it's not me..."

"What’s wrong with you?"

"It's not me!" The female patient suddenly became excited. Her left hand directly dug into the wound in my palm, and her right hand hidden behind her even waved a half-foot-long scalpel!

"Calm down!" I have never had any experience dealing with mental patients before. They don't play according to routines, do things without rules and logic, and it is difficult to judge what they will do in the next second.

I took a step back, my feet seemed to have stepped in a puddle, and the soles of my shoes felt sticky.

"What is this?" When I looked down, I took a deep breath. My feet were filled with blood at some point, and Wang Yingnan was lying in the middle of a pool of blood!

He spit out blood and wanted to speak, but more blood spilled out of his mouth.

My pupils shrank to a point and I stared at Wang Yingnan's neck. There was a very deep cut there.

I wanted to lean over and take a closer look, but my hand was still held by the female patient. She was very strong and her skinny fingers were like fish hooks.

"It's not me, it's not me!" The woman also saw Wang Yingnan on the ground. She began to lose control of her emotions and swung the scalpel wider and wider.

"Don't be impulsive! I know it's not you!" Facing a mentally ill patient, no matter how much I said, it would all seem pale, and she wouldn't listen at all.

In desperation, I had no choice but to grab her wrist holding the knife and push her to the ground.

"Jiang Fei, come help!" I took away the scalpel and controlled the crazy woman. Only then did I have time to examine Wang Yingnan's body.

"One knife is fatal, but why does the technique of cutting the throat look a bit strange?" I took the scalpel and made two gestures on Wang Yingnan's neck.

"Gao Jian, what should I do with this woman?" Jiang Fei pressed the mad woman's wrist alone, with a very frightened expression on her face. This must be the first time for the eldest daughter of the Jiang family to see a dead person.

"Don't worry, I saw that she was not the only one in the ward just now. The murderer may not be her." Now is not the time to judge who is the murderer. The first priority is to escape.

There was no way out, and some passages were locked with chains, so I couldn't open them with the key in my hand.

"Can you understand what I'm saying?" I turned the mad woman's face towards me. She was sometimes irritable and sometimes yelling, but she just didn't answer my question.

"Jiang Fei, hold the scalpel to defend yourself. I'm afraid we've been targeted." With nowhere to escape, I decided to give up. There were only a few hours until dawn. We could find a safe place and lock the door. Wait until daybreak, or hope the police arrive sooner.

This live broadcast is different from the past. It is not caused by ghosts, but by someone!

Unlike fierce ghosts who act solely on obsession, people are more complex and have more things to consider.

"The safest way now is to kill all the suspects. But in this way, what's the difference between us and those abusers?" After the short-term crazy woman calmed down, I bravely entered the rehabilitation and physical therapy room. The patient was still standing stupidly in the room.

"What are you doing?" I was suddenly stared at by several cold eyes. Cold sweat instantly soaked my forehead. I firmly grasped the door panel with one hand. As long as any of them behaved aggressively, I would immediately lock the door.

"receive treatment."

"No, we are atonement."

To my surprise, someone in the room answered my question. I finally found someone with whom I could communicate normally!

"Who was talking just now?"

"it's me."

"not me."

There were four people standing in the room, an old man over fifty years old, a silly pregnant woman, a middle-aged man with sinister eyes, and a young man in his twenties who looked frail.

The young man who spoke before had several scars left by cigarette burns on his face.

"That's what I said."

"No, I said it."

The young man tore his face apart, talking to himself, his expression tangled and painful.

I looked at it for a long time: "Could this be schizophrenia?"

"I'm not sick!"

"I'm not sick!"

Even if it means the same thing, he will say it twice and then fall into the contradictions he weaves.

"I'm not sick, you are the one who is!"

"No, we were imprisoned all because of you!"

Although it was difficult to communicate, I gained a lot of valuable information from the conversations between these two young people with different personalities.

Henshan Mental Hospital is a private psychiatric experimental institution. Their director is said to be a doctor of psychology returned from overseas. To the outside world, this mental hospital is still operating normally, but they generally do not accept ordinary mental patients.

Usually mental hospitals are divided into first-level wards and second-level wards. Newly admitted patients will be observed in the first-level ward with limited range of activities. Only when they perform well will they be allowed to enter the second-level ward.

Some people whose condition continues to worsen and have stayed in the first-level ward for several years will be transferred to the isolation ward.

Most of the patients received by Henshan Mental Hospital come from the isolation ward. They introduce helpless patients from other hospitals into their own hospital through abnormal channels, and then conduct various psychological experiments.

Experiment sounds like a gentle and harmless word, but in fact it symbolizes an unimaginable cruelty.

For example, local electric shock stimulation and various dangerous drug attempts. In many cases, this mental hospital does not help mental patients recover, but destroys their spirits.

It takes months or even years to turn a crazy person back to normal, but it only takes a few hours to turn a crazy person into a complete fool.

During the quarrel between the two personalities of young people, I also learned the names of several of them. An old man over fifty years old was named Zhang Zhongyou. He was a homeless man who was admitted to a mental hospital and suffered from dementia.

The pregnant woman was called Beautiful Pig, which was a nickname given to her by the doctor. As for her real name, she didn’t even remember it.

The middle-aged man with sinister eyes is called Old G. He suffers from a variety of mental illnesses, including claustrophobia, irritability, persecutory delusions, etc.

The short-haired patient holding the knife outside is called Strawberry. It is said that she particularly likes strawberries.

The young man himself is called Han Le and is schizophrenic. He has three personalities, but the main personality doesn't like to talk.

After roughly understanding the situation of these people, I asked a question that has troubled me for a long time: "You patients are receiving treatment in the recovery room, but why don't I see the doctor?"

"The doctor just left."

"No, I've been gone for a while."

According to Han Le, there were originally six people in the room, and the one who disappeared was the doctor.

"It seems that the person who killed Wang Yingnan was probably the missing doctor." I saw the wound on Wang Yingnan's neck. The technique was very professional. Only someone who often holds a scalpel can cut such a smooth wound.

But at this time, another doubt came to my mind: "No, why can people who treat mental illness use scalpels so skillfully? Do they often practice on living people secretly?"

While I was thinking, the lights outside flashed a few times, and then all the lights in the building went out again!

"broken!"

Deep darkness came over me with fear, and I ran out of the room, but it was still a step too late.

A sharp female voice came from outside. When I heard this voice, my heart skipped a beat.

Stepping on Wang Yingnan's undried blood, I trudged forward in the dark corridor. I don't know where the murderer was hiding. A life-threatening scalpel might stick out from every blind corner of my sight.

"Every time the lights go out, someone dies! I should have thought of that!"