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When I woke up from the coma, the eighth cell was only separated from me by a wall. But by mistake, I explored upstream of the canal, but ignored this last room.

After reading the information on the computer, I felt restless.

All the changes in Henshan Mental Hospital occurred after the relocation. Murder videos, experiments on living people, and various test records show that something terrible must have happened on January 1st.

This truth that has been covered up by time may be the reason why the underworld show asked me to come here to live broadcast. Compared with the previous live broadcasts, Henshan Mental Hospital is too special. So far, I have not encountered any evil ghosts, but I have only seen a lot of strange things. Evil spirits are even ugly and scary lunatics.

"If you want to really solve the mystery, I'm afraid you have to go back to the beginning." I held the scalpel tightly, and the scenes in the murder film were vividly in my mind. These madmen must be punished as they deserve.

I tied Han Le and the short-haired girl together with wires, and took Jiang Fei and Song Xiaofeng downstairs to the hall. The upside-down Jesus was stained red by the blood of pregnant women. The Bible was spread out, and there was still the vicious curse on it: "You Must die!”

The lights in the hall flickered on and off. I looked up and saw that there was no one on the third or second floor.

"Gao Jian." My arm was held tightly by Jiang Fei, and half of her body was leaning on my shoulder. There were no complicated emotions. This was not even the effect of the red rope of marriage, but just the pure fear in her heart.

"Don't be afraid, I said I will take you out."

The wound on my palm oozed fishy blood, and as time went by, my condition became worse and worse.

"Speed ​​up, it's hard for me to fight head-on with those lunatics now."

Entering the underground cell, Song Xiaofeng's mother was still lying on the ground. It seemed that she had not seen so many people for a long time. Every time we passed by her, she would look at us with wide eyes.

"Follow me." I took Jiang Fei and Song Xiaofeng to the room where I was first imprisoned, closed the door, and wrapped a chain around the lock.

"You and Song Xiaofeng are waiting in this cell. I'm going to go to the next door to take a look." Taking off my coat, I said worriedly: "Pay attention to the drain and the door. The other party is likely to touch them from these two places." Come in, I’ll leave my phone for you to light up, but you must never look at what’s on it, do you understand?”

"Well, you have to be careful too!" Jiang Fei reluctantly let go of her hands, took the phone from the underworld show, and stood guard by the ditch with a knife.

I dismantled the iron fence and dived into the smelly ditch again. I didn't know what I would encounter in the eighth room, so I was cautious and held the scalpel behind my back.

The turbid water rippled, and several fat rats fled in a hurry. When I crawled out of the ditch, my nose, which I thought was numb, suffered another heavy blow.

"Too pungent!"

The last cell was filled with an indescribable smell that made me unable to open my eyes.

Holding the wall with his hand, his fingertips felt wet and slippery. He turned around and saw that the wall was covered with thick moss and bright red blood.

I stood up from the ditch. The layout of the eighth cell was the same as the other rooms, except that a huge wooden cross was installed on the wall opposite the door.

The cross is placed upside down, just like the upside-down statue of Jesus in the hall. There is also a person nailed to the cross!

A fifteen-centimeter steel nail penetrated the man's wrist and nailed him firmly to the wooden cross.

The scene in front of me made me a little unbelievable. I stood in the ditch for a long time before I dared to get close.

"The chest is rising and falling slightly, and he is breathing. This person is still alive."

I looked closer and saw that the man crucified on the cross was unkempt, with long hair that almost covered his face. If his Adam's apple hadn't been protruding, I probably wouldn't have been able to tell his gender.

The clothes on this man were in tatters. After I looked through them, I found that they were not worn naturally, but were beaten to pieces with a whip.

There were unhealed wounds on his skin, and it was difficult to find a good piece of meat on his body.

"Why is this man targeted in this way? What mistake has he committed?" I brushed the man's hair away, and a pair of aged eyes were staring at me firmly.

I was startled, but quickly calmed down: "I'm here to save you, can you understand what I say?"

The man and I looked at each other for a long time, and his chapped lips said three words: "Who are you?"

His voice was very weak, hoarse and painful to listen to.

"My name is Gao Jian, and I was kidnapped."

He nodded and remained silent for a long time before saying, "My throat was muted by chemicals and I can't speak loudly. Can you get closer to me?"

I held the knife in my backhand and put my ear close to it, but as soon as I got closer, the man stretched his neck and bit me in the face!

"Seeking death!" She ducked sideways and punched him in the stomach.

The man lowered his head in pain, because his hands were nailed to the cross, so any movement he made would cause the wounds to bleed.

I took a step back and watched coldly: "Let me ask you a few questions and answer them honestly. If I can escape, I will definitely come back with the police to rescue you."

"Escape? Stop dreaming. As long as you are locked up, you will have only one fate." He raised his head, and a small bloody gash appeared on his chapped lips: "That is death!"

The man was extremely uncooperative and did not believe that I could escape.

"You just need to answer my questions. If I can escape, won't you be free too? This is a very good deal for you." I looked at the man's face and felt a little familiar. .

"Is it a good deal? I don't think it's better for everyone to go to hell together, if there is a hell in this world." He lowered his head. Just saying a few words seemed to have consumed all his strength. He really Too weak.

I wanted to say something more, but at this time a few bubbles popped up in the ditch. Song Xiaofeng came out of the water with a scalpel and ran into this room: "Someone is coming!"

This child still remembers what I told him. When someone comes in, he quickly runs from the drain to other rooms.

"How many people? No, I want Jiang Fei to come over too!" I was about to take a look at the situation in the next room, when Song Xiaofeng, who had always been silly and stupid, suddenly shouted.

"What’s wrong with you?"

The little guy gasped for air, raised the scalpel, and stuck his teeth out of his lips. The expression on his face was ferocious and angry. This was the first time I saw such a terrifying expression on the face of such a young child.

"Song Xiaofeng, don't scare me, give me the knife!"

The boy didn't listen to me at all. Like a wounded cub, he rushed towards the man on the cross with a knife!

"Give me the knife!" After all, he is a child and has little strength. I snatched the knife from his hand, but he still rushed to the man, digging it with his hands and biting it with his teeth, wanting to tear the man in front of him into pieces.

"Why are you crazy! Stop making trouble!" I yelled, trying to pull the boy aside, but was stopped by the man.

His voice was hoarse and low, with extremely complicated emotions: "Don't stop him, this is all my fault."

I noticed the man's strange tone: "What do you mean?"

The man raised his head and stared at me with his weathered eyes: "If I tell you everything and help you escape, can you promise me one thing?"

"Will I take you to escape with me? Your hands and feet are disabled and it is difficult to move. I can't give you a 100% guarantee."

The man shook his head and said in an incomprehensible tone: "I will tell you everything. When you are satisfied, return the knife to this kid and let him kill me with his own hands."

"What?!" What kind of request was this? I looked at the face behind the long hair with wide eyes, and suddenly screamed: "It turns out to be you!"

I wiped the blood off his face. This man was Song Xiaofeng's father, the devil who killed his own child!

"It seems that you already know something about me, okay, before I die completely." He raised his head and slowly opened his chapped lips: "Let me tell you all the truth."

"I'm all ears. I've seen a lot of crimes caused by psychological defects, but this is the first time I've seen someone as crazy as you." I pulled Song Xiaofeng aside, held the scalpel tightly, and looked at the man nailed to the cross.

He took a deep breath, and his hoarse voice sounded in the cell: "My name is Song Wenxuan. I was once a good husband, a good father, and a top psychological expert in the country..."