Puzzle games

"Matches!" I immediately urged Li Modong to light up. As a result, the guy got busier and messier, and he failed to wipe it for several times. I snatched it from his hand and polished a match.

I saw Ruan Xiaoshui riding a monster with a sarcoid head and human-like features—exactly the same as the one that attacked me the night before——Ruan Xiaoshui slapped the sack on the monster's face recklessly, but didn't suffer any injuries.

Ye Zhao kicked the monster away vigorously, and that kick hit the sarcoma on the top of its head, immediately kicking it until it lost its ability to move, and fell to the ground twitching.

"Go away and leave it alone!"

Just delay this time, Li Modong has already ran out of the pine forest, waiting for us at the gate of the small building.

This small building in District B is much smaller than the twin buildings in District A, almost half the size of that building. Although both have only three floors, they appear taller, looking like a lighthouse from the outside.

We closed the gate when we went in, Liz will find here sooner or later, not to mention that it doesn’t take two hours to find Area A and the plantation, and Li Modong lost those burnt matchsticks all the way, Liz wasn't hard to find.

"Dump the contents of the bag on the ground."

This time I took a total of four sacks, Ruan Xiaoshui's two have been used in the twin buildings in Area A, and Ye Zhao still has two bags in his hand.

"When did you catch these frogs?" Li Modong finally couldn't help asking.

"This afternoon."

That's right, the sacks are full of frogs, the purpose of course is to disturb Liz and delay time.

As for why it is a frog instead of other living things, it is because the frog is extremely sensitive to the vibration of the ground, and it is also very easy to respond to the vibration-jumping, I believe Liz will hear "us" in every room The presence.

We don't plan to stay on the first floor. The first floor of Area B is almost the same as Area A. At this time, release the frogs and let them jump up slowly layer by layer, just to disturb them when Liz comes over , can also serve as a warning to us.

"Brother Tian, ​​this staircase is so weird!" Ruan Xiaoshui took Ye Zhao's two sacks as well, stacked them on his back.

Ruan Xiaoshui was right, the staircase was really strange.

The stairs in Area B do not lean against the wall or have handrails. They climb up spirally in the middle of the lobby on the first floor. Each step is very narrow, allowing only one person to pass through.

The stairs are made of iron. I don’t know how many years they have gone through. Most of them are already rusted. When you step on it, you will hear the sound of rusting and rusting. Fortunately, the iron sheet is thick enough, otherwise it will always make people feel weak when they step on it suddenly. feel.

The height of each floor in District B is twice that of the twin buildings in District A, so this weird staircase is also longer, and those with poor mental quality will have trembling calves.

But after all, it was only the first floor, and the four of them lined up and quickly went up to the second floor.

The scene on the second floor is completely different from Area A. It doesn't look like a sanatorium for mental patients at all. If you have to describe it, it's a prison.

There are no windows here, only a dozen high-power incandescent lamps hanging above the head, which make people's eyes cry.

Probably to prevent patients from escaping, the ground on the second floor was paved with steel plates, and all the wards were replaced by iron fences. The furnishings inside were unobstructed, with single camp beds, uniform bedding, and a toilet in the corner, where the patients stayed. There is no privacy at all.

Although it is already late at night, most of these patients are still awake. I think they can no longer feel the difference between day and night living here, and the concept of time has become confused and meaningless.

The patients here are also very different from those in Area A. If the patients in Area A are a special group of people with some strange habits, then the people here are hidden and unpredictable dangerous elements. Blast yourself to pieces with others.

All the sick people who were awake were looking at us through the bars, their hands and feet shackled, more criminals than patients.

I had a strange delusion, as if we were the ones locked in and they were free.

I could even see a middle-aged man with a moustache hiding his right hand in his dick and beating his dick, and he gave me a wretched and sinister smile.

I looked away expressionlessly, and counted the number of "cells", a total of 31, which was more than the number of people in Area B during the day.

"Are you also the dog/mongrel sent by Hoddle to torture us? Now you don't even let it go at night? You are not afraid of killing people!"

I followed the voice and looked over. It was a man with a very broad frame. There was a long scar on his face. This scar ran across the brow bone, and the pair of tricks underneath were just a little bit useless.

Although the man had a big frame, he was very thin, as if he hadn't had enough to eat for a long time. When he talked about Hoddle, there was deep-seated hatred in his eyes.

"No, we have nothing to do with Hoddle." I said calmly.

"I don't believe it! Some of you, like him, come from hell, are all devils, eat meat and sleep on skin..."

The man suddenly rushed to the fence, his face pressed against the iron railing, his eyeballs were almost out of their sockets, his facial muscles were deformed due to too much force, but the fear in his expression could still be seen, there was still a strong sense of fear. Strong hatred.

This action of the man was like a clarion call to order. Other patients who were sitting or lying in the "cell" moved towards us, but were quickly blocked by the fence, and their bony arms stretched out from the gap, as if Ruan Xiaoshui was so frightened that he wanted to pull the people outside in. He couldn't help but take a step back.

My eyes fell on these arms, without the cover of the large hospital gown, each one was covered with mottled scars, as if they had been abused and beaten, but there were crazy and distorted smiles on their faces, as if The beast that has been suppressed for too long is roaring and roaring in the inner cage, wanting to come out.

I couldn't help frowning.

"Brother Tian, ​​let's go!" These people are like evil spirits waiting for redemption in the depths of hell. However, if they stay in the abyss of sin for too long, the faint light that suddenly appears can't illuminate them at all, and will be raised instead. Mire extinguished.

Is this group of people also locked up in the tower in Area B during the day?

A sickness in my stomach was worse than eating a hundred potatoes.

"Hoddle will take this place!"

The man with the scar looked at our receding back and shouted. At this moment, we just took it as his delirious crazy words, and didn't think deeply about the possible deep meaning behind it.

It was still a narrow spiral iron staircase with no handrails. Ye Zhao led the way, Ruan Xiaoshui and I walked in the middle, and Li Modong stepped behind.

"Be careful!" Before I could finish my reminder, Ruan Xiaoshui stepped on the air and fell, landing on the steel plate floor with a huge thud--a muffled sound.

The steps of this staircase are already high, and it is very difficult to climb up, and one of the steps is missing. Ruan Xiaoshui followed me without paying attention, and fell from the missing place.

"Dengdengdeng—" Probably startled by the loud noise, there was the sound of someone running past from the ceiling above his head.

"Who?" Ye Zhao shouted vigilantly.

The voice quickly disappeared. Ye Zhao originally wanted to chase after him, but he was worried about leaving the three of us behind. He subconsciously chased after two steps and stopped.

Who could be there at this late hour?

In the middle of the night, all the medical staff and patients in the lunatic asylum had gone back to their rooms, so I didn't see a single person on the first floor just now. Looking at the other person's frightened appearance, it was obvious that they also came here secretly. It couldn't be Liz. It is more likely to be a patient who is not sleeping.

And I just counted carefully, the "cells" on the second floor are full, and there are not few people, so this patient probably came from Area A...

The sack on Ruan Xiaoshui's back acted as a cushion for him. Apart from being frightened, he was not injured. He patted his butt and quickly got up from the ground and continued to go up the stairs. This time he was more careful, even using his hands .

The appearance of the seventh person who moves freely in the madhouse at night makes us a little more cautious.

The third floor is the narrowest floor in the whole building. It is the same as the third floor in Area A. The stairs lead to a narrow corridor, and directly opposite is a dark iron door. The iron door is bare, without any signs, round. A somewhat old brass key was inserted in the keyhole, but the door was not closed, it was only half-hidden, hitting the door frame lightly, as if someone had just come out or entered.

Ye Zhao and I looked at each other, waved back, and signaled us to back away, he stepped forward alone and quickly pushed the door open, and then jumped back to create a relatively safe distance.

This is an office with large mahogany desks and chairs, filing cabinets of the same material with windows that reach the ceiling, and an inconspicuous potted geranium in the corner.

However, it is not these that attract the most attention, but the enlarged black-and-white photos hanging on the four walls.

These photos are carefully framed in a golden ornate photo frame, which shows that the owner cherishes them very much, but the content of the photos does not match the style of the photo frame at all.

In the first photo, there are two people, one is tied by ropes and sitting on a high-backed chair, with his head bowed and dressed in rags, the other is standing in front of him, with one foot resting on the chair, with his cuffs pulled up and his right hand raised , holding a whip in his hand, with excitement in his eyes.

The second photo has only one person, but it is even more chilling, because for every mental patient, the huge machine behind him-the electric shock chair can be clearly recognized.

This man's head was completely covered in a metal helmet, which was connected with countless wires and conduits, and his limbs were handcuffed to the armrests and chair legs. Just looking at it, I seemed to feel the high-voltage current passing through his body. Stinging and burning.

If the second photo is daunting, then the third photo makes people's hairs explode.

This is an operating bed. A person whose face cannot be seen clearly is lying on it under the shadowless lamp. The skull is opened, revealing the walnut-like cerebral cortex covered with folds and tiny blood vessels. The bloody scalpel is thrown in the waste box, flashing With a terrible light.

"Wow, this person is crazy, he actually hangs this kind of thing in the office." Ruan Xiaoshui felt his scalp go numb, and couldn't help but hold the sack in his hand tightly.

I frowned and didn't speak. My eyes fell on the desk. There were not many things on it. There was a small palm-sized photo frame in the upper right corner. Inside was a young man in a white coat, in his early thirties, with a familiar face. He received us in the hall on the first floor of Area A, and the darkness in his eyes can be seen only through the photos.

There was a thick notebook under the photo frame, and I opened it casually. On the title page was Hodl’s signature written in a beautiful cursive script. There was no name, only a surname. I rubbed my eyes habitually.

"This is actually Dean Hoddle's office!"