Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Not only were there more people, but there were also many more than Jinchen had expected.

Five people entered quietly from the side door, and as soon as they looked out the window, they were all startled at the same time.

It has been ten years since the former site of Qinghuan Psychiatric Hospital was sealed off. When did it become a warehouse for Guidie to train thugs?

What was originally an empty hall of the mental hospital is now occupied by various control instruments and training tools. Dozens of staff members in maintenance uniforms are counting them one by one. There are also many unobtrusive thugs who are training desperately, with blood and sweat flying everywhere.

If anyone can't bear it, there is no need for treatment. Just lie down on the control device and you will return to the excited state in a moment.

Jinchen saw many "familiar faces" among them, and just as he guessed, they were all security guards in the victims' communities.

If those victims had really been treated in Qinghuan Mental Hospital before, they all had to continue taking the same medication because of their illness after escaping with great difficulty, and even passers-by around them were monitored.

For them, this is a huge Truman Show.

Normal people can’t stand it, let alone patients who are already full of negative emotions towards the world.

Duan Xiaobai pulled Jinchen's sleeves down, and the five of them hid in the bushes to talk.

"Captain Jin, we have too few people this time, and we might suffer a loss." Duan Xiaobai said in a low voice: "If we suddenly rush in, we will alert the enemy, right?"

"You go wait for me in the car, I'll send some people over, and Xiaobai will follow." Jinchen gave up the idea of ​​resisting and decided to go in and investigate the clues first.

Jinchen took Duan Xiaobai and bypassed the hall, climbed up to the second floor from outside the outpatient department's yard, and approached the ward silently without any sound.

The two of them cautiously walked along the corridor and entered the top floor. Before coming, they had checked the map of Qinghuan Psychiatric Hospital in advance. The archive room and patient medical records were all there.

If it can be proved that those victims were once patients here, then Guidie's guilt will be completely unexculpable.

Unfortunately, there happened to be a staff member carrying lunch boxes up to the top floor corridor and almost bumped into the two people walking on the balcony.

Duan Xiaobai held his breath, with his hands on his waist, ready to draw his gun at any time.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, but the door on the top floor couldn't be opened no matter what. It was only a matter of time before they bumped into each other!

At the critical moment, Jinchen finally forced open the window, turned over and jumped into the room. Duan Xiaobai felt relieved and followed closely behind him with his nimble figure.

The moment the window was closed, three staff members happened to enter the top floor.

Inside the door, Jinchen looked at the facilities here, "Pharmacy room."

According to the map, the archives room is next door!

Just at this moment, the three staff members outside were sitting on the ground, eating their boxed lunches in the breeze.

Jinchen scanned the rows of medication precautions and prescriptions posted on the table. The handwriting was faded with age, and every word was an injury to the victim.

The medicine here is just as Wu Lin said before. It will not have any healing effect on the patients. It will also cause short-term dependence and fantasy nightmares. Once withdrawal occurs, life will be worse than death.

At the bottom, Jinchen found the medicine that Wu Lin did not have in the outside hospital. His eyes stayed on the side effects column for a long time, his throat moving, and his heart was filled with pity and pain.

The last line shows the person who prepared all the prescriptions: Gu Luhui

[Check this person and his relationship with Gu Huan. ]

【receive! 】

Duan Xiaobai leaned against the door panel, quietly opened a gap, and made an OK gesture to Jinchen.

There were only those three staff members, and no one else on the top floor.

Jinchen moved his fingers and gestured to Duan Xiaobai for action.

The iron gate opened, and the three people who heard the sound turned back subconsciously, and Duan Xiaobai smiled at them.

The next second, Jinchen appeared silently from behind, knocked several people unconscious with his knife, picked up a few plastic ropes used to tie up equipment from the ground, tied them up, and threw them into the pharmacy room and locked it.

Finally, the two entered the archive room.

-

Wu Lin wanted to meet Sang Xue precisely because he had been stimulated by the shadow ghost that day and some sporadic images had appeared in his mind.

It just so happened that Sang Xue was in the picture.

But when he entered the ward, Sang Xue was no longer in her usual state. She just sat in the wheelchair in silence, holding a mirror with a ghost pattern in her arms, and kept looking at her face.

Wu Lin originally thought so too.

But he soon discovered that the reflection in the mirror was always the lawn downstairs.

Wu Lin's eyebrows moved, "I'll push you down to get some fresh air."

Sang Xue put down the mirror, but still did not forget to maintain her weird and scary style, and she had to put on makeup even when she was in the hospital.

"Okay."

She opened her mouth to speak, and the artificial plasma burst between her lips and teeth, and the bright red juice flowed onto her hospital gown.

Wu Lin: “…”

That’s good, at least I didn’t have to use my own blood.

Wu Lin told the nurse on duty, and the nurse remembered that Dr. Gu had asked for leave today and since he was a public official, she did not stop him.

When they reached the lawn, Sang Xue's weird smile finally came from the bottom of her heart. "It would be better if it was dark. I hate daytime. It's too bright."

Wu Lin: "It's a pity that you can't be a vampire."

"Last time we met you said I looked familiar, what about now?"

Sang Xue turned her head to look at him again, staring at him almost intently, with memories flashing through her mind.

"Didn't you remember?" Sang Xue lowered her voice, as if she was afraid of being heard: "The four people who succeeded in collective suicide, they remembered, so they can't live."

Wu Lin's fingers hidden in his long-sleeved shirt slowly curled up, and his voice was cold and indifferent.

“Is your suicide really suicide?”

"...How can a controlled suicide not be considered suicide?"

Sang Xue smiled at him again and said the words that made Wu Lin feel the coldest all over in this period of time.

"I know you are looking for your master. He also committed suicide."

"What did you say?!"