20demayo Chapter 111: Could he have died long ago?
Chapter 111: Could he have died long ago?
"The charred ward, carnations, ward number 13, and the computer room. There are four scenes in total. We have completed two, and the carnation and computer room scenes are left."
"It can only be in the inpatient ward. There are so many wards in the inpatient ward, the owner of the haunted house must have designed it specially."
The female companion analyzed the situation carefully.
The three of them left the ward where the fire had occurred. The first floor had been explored. They went up to the second floor through the corridor. The second floor had several similar wards, and the layout of these wards was almost the same.
Some wards are slightly better.
There's a cabinet by the bed, which contains items that weren't taken away many years ago. Of course, they're all moldy now and unusable.
"Su Ren, look, there's a diary here."
The female companion saw a small booklet on the bedside table.
She carefully picked it out, almost tearing the booklet apart, but luckily she moved very lightly and successfully took it off the table, even though the booklet was already yellowed and damp.
"2016..."
"I hate this illness. I haven't eaten anything for a week. Even though I'm very hungry, I vomit immediately whenever I eat anything oily. The doctor prescribed all sorts of medications, and my parents brought me all sorts of medications, but none of them have worked."
"I think I'm hallucinating from hunger. I always wake up in the middle of the night feeling hungry, but I can't move at all. I see a woman covered in burns walking around my ward. She's groping for something, looking for something, and talking, but I can't hear her at all."
"I told the doctor about this, and the doctor transferred me to Dr. Yang Feikuang to apply for ECT electroconvulsive therapy."
Page 2.
"I swear this was the most painful and torturous treatment I've ever suffered. They made me stop drinking fluids the day before, which didn't matter since I wasn't eating anything and my stomach was full of water. But the way they treated me was by actually shocking my brain with electricity."
"Even though I had anesthesia, I was still in excruciating pain after the treatment. I feel like I've lost a lot of my memory. I can't remember anything. I can't remember what I wrote or read yesterday, or even whether I went to the bathroom a second ago."
"I hope the treatment is effective, otherwise wouldn't all this suffering have been for nothing?"
Page 3.
"2016..."
"The treatment was useless. I still dream about the burned woman. I asked other old patients about the woman's background, but they were all very reluctant to talk about it. They all hesitated and refused to tell me. My cell phone was also taken away, and the mental hospital did not allow me to bring a pen. I could only write it down with colored pens."
"Dr. Yang Feikuang seems angry. He's adjusting his equipment. I'm terrified because even the current is painful enough, it's making me panic. If they're going to increase the intensity, do I really think I can survive?"
There is no fourth page.
Su Ren watched the news report from that year again. "Could this be a prop specially set up by the haunted house owner to coincide with the fire accident back then?"
"A mother and her son died in the fire that year, so the woman kept looking for her son after she died, and the patients all saw her."
"If we were to create a burnt-out ward just to recreate this scene, the cost would be far too high, and it simply doesn't make sense."
Countless questions swirled in Su Ren's mind.
He shook his head, forcing himself to forget about it.
A few pages later, after this patient underwent the "Angry Doctor Yang Fei" METC treatment, there were no new entries in the diary, and no one knew what became of him.
But at the bottom of the booklet was an admission certificate.
The document contained the patient's name and a photograph.
The photo is a patient's signboard, still wearing a hospital gown. The person in the photo is extremely thin, emaciated, with skin like a layer of mucus clinging tightly to the bones. The kind of person who could give someone a heart attack if suddenly stood on the street.
"Use real photos?"
"Won't this infringe on the patient's portrait rights? Did you obtain the patient's consent?"
"Wait, what if it's an AI photo? Don't forget, the owner of that haunted house is a virtual technology expert; creating an AI photo would be a piece of cake for him, wouldn't you say?"
Upon seeing the photo, Su Ren began to believe the contents of the diary, but he still refused to admit it. So he asked his companion, partly to bolster his courage.
As a result, both companions fell silent.
Last night, the Zhang Ze murder scandal broke out.
Police from Xicheng Police Station found more than a dozen mentally ill patients identified as missing persons in the inpatient department of the second ward.
It is important to know that many mentally ill people are seen as a burden by their families, and coupled with a lack of social acceptance, they are easily abandoned and controlled for various reasons.
With so many mental patients gathered in the second ward, who will manage them and provide for them?
There's clearly something wrong with the second ward!
This is also why they opted to visit the haunted house themed around the second ward instead of going to the second ward again. It's like finding a real Border Collie too smart and disobedient, so they bought a small black and white mixed-breed dog to raise as a Border Collie.
To determine whether the patient is genuine or not, why not just check the mental patients rescued by the police?
Do they dare?
Obviously not!
Both companions fell silent. Su Ren silently put down the photo in his hand. His intuition told him that this thing was not fake, nor was it a prop from a haunted house.
The marks left by the erosion of time cannot be faked.
"Huh? Su Ren, slow down."
Something fell out.
I don't know if I didn't hold it properly or if it wasn't held tightly to begin with, but a few more photos fell out of the diary booklet. They looked like photos of other patients in the same ward.
The female companion, afraid of being too slow, quickly bent down to pick it up and intended to put it back in its original place.
But the next second.
Her female companion froze instantly.
"Damn it, what are you doing? Did you hurt your back?!"
"Don't fucking scare me!!"
Su Ren was already nervous enough, but seeing his female companion's actions made him even more anxious. He snatched the photo and saw that in the photo, besides the thin patient he had just seen in his diary, there was another person who looked very familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.
This person is... a bald man...
Su Ren and his remaining male companion were also stunned.
"Is that bald guy mentally ill?"
"We were just playing a game with a mental patient?"
"No, no, no, it's not that simple. Those are mental patients in the second ward. Maybe the bald guy escaped when the police rescued him last night."
Her female companion's lips trembled, her mind racing with a multitude of thoughts. "Su Ren, Su Ren, this is really serious! We just saw that bald guy... he... he went into that bathroom and never came out!"
"If he's mentally ill, at least he's still a living person; we can still find him, right?"
"We can't even find him...could he already be dead?"