"Someone's there?"
Without hesitation, Chen Ge grabbed the mallet and charged forward. He did not plan to give the person any chance to react.
"Come out!" The door to the sick hall was locked. Since his location had been exposed, there was nothing to worry about.
The man and the cat ran to the corner of the staircase. The corridor was dark, and there was nothing there.
"Where did it go?"
At the Haunted House, Chen Ge had tested the white cat. The cat was extremely sensitive to certain things, and it would not make any mistakes.
"The white cat didn't go berserk; it only showed aggression. That thing shouldn't be as dangerous as Mu Yang High School." The white cat had gone berserk twice in Chen Ge's Haunted House, once when they entered Mu Yang High School, and the second was when the blood door appeared in the toilet. Based on the white cat's reaction, Chen Ge had a general idea of the monster's power level.
"The most important thing now is whether it's a human or a ghost."
Returning to the nurse's station, Chen Ge used the mallet to smash open the partition.
The scene before him was scary. The wooden board was nailed with strands of hair tied with string. If the board was flipped upside down, the ends of the hair would dangle downward. It was a scary sight to behold.
"Why would the person nail his hair to the board? Is this his special hobby? "
All the hair was tied with string. Some were soft and shiny, and they looked like they had been taking good care of themselves. They had probably been shaved from a young girl's head; others were loose, split, and almost completely white. Obviously, they belonged to an elderly person.
Chen Ge separated the strands of hair by comparing their length. They should belong to four different people.
"Of these four, at least one is still alive." Chen Ge looked at the two large iron cages placed inside the nurse's station, and he slowly understood the purpose of the cages. "Such a madman."
He placed the wooden board to the side and crawled under the counter again. This time, he saw the handwriting clearly — 'Everything you've done to me, I will return it to you.'
The words were very small, and there were some disjointed sentences at the bottom that were completely illogical. It was as if a person had suddenly gone crazy halfway through writing and started to speak nonsense.
"When some mental patients are agitated, they will talk to the air in a way that no one can understand. This happens when normal people talk in their sleep as well." Chen Ge tried to decipher it, but he had no idea what the man was trying to say.
Looking at the words on the wooden boards, Chen Ge felt a chill run down his spine. There were many similar words written on the walls of the mental hospital, and each sentence had a name attached to it. The scariest thing was that the handwriting was different, so it was obvious that they were not written by the same person.
It was understandable if one patient showed such symptoms occasionally, but when everyone showed the same symptoms, the concept was completely different.
"It seems that the patients in this hospital have a lot of grievances." Chen Ge took out his phone to snap a picture of the words on the counter. He tied the rooster to the back of his backpack. "The more people there are, the easier it is to leave a gap. It's time for me to go take a look at the second sick hall."
Chen Ge flipped out from the nurse's station. He took out a bag of salt from his backpack, tore a small opening, and sprinkled several lines around the nurse's station.
He was not doing this to exorcise evil spirits but to capture the hidden madman.
With the bag of salt in his hand, Chen Ge walked to the corridor between the first and second sick hall. Just as he was about to enter the second sick hall, the white cat suddenly jumped onto the windowsill and scratched at the glass on the corridor window.
"Be careful, don't fall." Chen Ge stood at the window. The sick hall was surrounded by a dense forest, and there was no light in sight.
"Who would have thought there would be a building like this hidden in the middle of nowhere?" Chen Ge did not notice anything out of place, but the white cat refused to budge. It raised its head to meow.
"Is there something wrong with the window? Above me? "Due to his trust in the white cat, Chen Ge opened the window and looked up.
Right above him, from the window of the third-floor corridor, there was a slightly distorted face looking down.
With his back to the light, when the man heard Chen Ge open the window, he immediately jumped back and disappeared without closing the window.
"That face …" Chen Ge also did not expect the man to be right above him. They had only looked at each other for less than 0.1 seconds, and he did not have the time to take a closer look. He only felt that the face was slightly distorted, different from a normal person's, but he could not tell what was different about it.
Chen Ge listened carefully, but there were no footsteps coming from the corridor. He could not tell which direction the man had run off to.
"I feel like the two sides of the face are not symmetrical. It should be a human."
Chen Ge gripped the mallet and entered the second sick hall. He had thought that the first sick hall was similar to the second sick hall, but when he entered the second sick hall, he realized that the layout was completely different.
The second sick hall was much more spacious and dark than the first. There were no crowded beds in the corridor, and in the individual rooms, other than the basic single bed, there were tables, chairs, and lamps.
"The environment is much better than the first sick hall." Chen Ge scattered a handful of salt at the entrance and entered the room closest to him.
The bed was flipped open, and the lint inside the blanket was scattered all over the floor. The chamber pot and cutlery were placed together, and there were many words carved out by fingernails on the wall.
"It must be hard for the nurses and workers to take care of patients like this every day." Chen Ge exited the room and continued to move forward.
The second sick hall had a variety of rooms. There were specialized treatment rooms, entertainment rooms, chess rooms, and bathrooms. Chen Ge even saw a small hall with a stage at the end of the corridor, but the layout was weird.
This small hall did not appear to be used for parties or parties. The windows were boarded up, and the curtains were especially thick. All the decorations were either black or white, and it looked very depressing.
Pushing open the door, Chen Ge stopped before he stepped in. He saw an enlarged black and white picture placed in the middle of the stage.
The picture was stuck on the wall. It should have been a complete picture, but someone had cut off half of it.
However, from the remaining half, he could tell that the picture was of a middle-aged female nurse. She had a large body and a fierce expression.
"An enlarged black and white picture, opaque black curtains, rows of wooden chairs, how come this place feels like a funeral hall?" Chen Ge could not understand why a mental hospital would have such a Function Room. If it was set up by the hospital, what was the point?
"Could this nurse be a victim of the Third Sick Hall? But why would her picture be inside the second sick hall's activity room? "
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