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When the two returned, the dean had just finished checking the first room, and they followed naturally at the end of the line, and no one noticed that they had exchanged white coats.

Qi Huan has been very careful to keep a distance from the patient.

In the second room, the third room, ... the seventh room, Qi Huan and the patient have been living in peace.

However, starting from the inspection of the eighth room, the dean began to let everyone try to take the temperature of the patient, because it was almost time to get off work, and there was not enough time to continue asking each person one by one.

There are a total of eight people in the room, and each player is responsible for a patient.

Qi Huan's intuition is not very good, but this is their job, and the consequences of refusing to work may be very serious.He had no choice but to choose an old man who looked older and weaker, and took his temperature.

The hospital uses an old-fashioned underarm mercury thermometer, which requires the cooperation of the patient to raise his arm. Qi Huan has been vigilant for fear that the patient in front of him will make trouble. However, 10 minutes later, the patient still wanders into space without even looking at him.

Qi Huan took the temperature and stared at the temperature data, but he was thinking that the player was tortured and killed by the patient yesterday afternoon, and this morning the patient started attacking Wenxiu again. The only common connection between the two is the black oil stain on the white coat up.

Was his guess wrong?

"Brother Qi, be careful!" While Qi Huan was thinking, Wenxiu's voice suddenly came from next to his ear. Qi Huan was startled, and immediately turned to the side to hide. The patient in the next bed rushed over, but he didn't expect Qi Huan to Dodged, plunged the syringe straight into the edge of the bed and snapped it off.

Wenxiu immediately held down his patient. The patient was still struggling, but he was punched hard by Wenxiu, and he immediately became honest.

Wen Xiu cursed, "I really think of myself as mentally ill, killing people is not against the law!"

Qi Huan also had a cold on the back of his neck. If the syringe was injected directly into his neck, he would die. He only thought about his own patient, and never thought of the possibility of other patients.

Although he was sweating from shock, Qi Huan quickly calmed down. This is a good thing, at least it shows that his guess was correct. The novice dungeon is really not too difficult for players. Basically, as long as one or two people have an accident, they can get death rules and clues .

There was no accident until the end of get off work. After clocking out, the others went to the restaurant for dinner. Wenxiu was dragged by Qi Huan to the duty room.

Wenxiu thought he still wanted to observe the situation in the duty room, and he hesitated when he opened the door: "Lin Mo's body has been removed, what else do we need to look for?"

"I'm not looking for anything, I'm just here to change clothes." Qi Huan took off his white coat after entering the door, took Lin Mo's white coat, checked carefully to make sure there was no oil stain, and then exchanged it with Wen Xiu.

Wearing Lin Mo's white coat, Wen Xiu didn't face the patient's strength at all, tremblingly said: "This is not good, Lin Mo is dead, will it be bad luck to wear this?"

"You will have bad luck if you continue to wear this." Qi Huan pointed to the white coat that had been taken off, "The player who was killed by the patient yesterday afternoon was also wearing a white coat with oil stains."

Speaking of this, no matter how stupid Wen Xiu was, he understood why Qi Huan had to change his white coat with him halfway. It turned out that Qi Huan had already discovered that something was wrong at that time, and even used himself to test the rules.

I am still stupid.

"But I still don't understand one thing." Qi Huan stood on the spot and thought deeply, "I was worried that the patient would attack me, so I chose an old man who looked old and thin, but it turned out that your patient violently killed me."

Wen Xiu said: "Could it be that the old man knew he couldn't beat you, so he stayed still?"

"I don't think so. They are all mentally ill and don't have such a clear sense of thinking." Qi Huan shook his head, "Look, the players attacked by the patients have a common characteristic, that is, they are wearing white coats with oil stains. I suspect that the attacking players The patients also have common characteristics, otherwise if the patients attack indiscriminately, this clue is completely meaningless, and the novice game should not intentionally disturb the sight, otherwise the difficulty will be too great, and it will be too unfriendly to newcomers."

"Then how can we know their common characteristics?" Wenxiu scratched his head, a little distressed.

Qi Huan smiled, "If you are sick and go to the hospital, what is the first step?"

"I will answer this question, I want to register!" Wenxiu said with a look of enlightenment. The registration will record the patient's name and admission time, and the follow-up diagnosis and treatment results will be written in the medical record. There are too many things to study here. "Then let's go to the ward in the afternoon to record the murder patient, and then go to the fourth floor to look for the medical records."

"No, I wrote down their names during the ward rounds, and we'll go up after lunch. If we solve it early, we'll save people from dying." Qi Huan found a pen and paper in the duty room, and wrote down the names he memorized. .

Wenxiu couldn't even say a word of admiration, and could only cast his eyes on Qi Huan in admiration. This might be the feeling of being led away by a bully.

After the two changed into their white coats, they took the oil-stained one back to the dormitory before going to the restaurant for dinner.

It's only half of the two-hour lunch break, and there's still time to check.

Qi Huan and Wenxiu sneaked upstairs. It was lunch break and the doctor was away at noon. Fortunately, they had figured out the layout of the fourth floor last night and saved a lot of time.

On the fourth floor, there are four doctor's offices, a dean's office, a tea room, a storage room, a file room, and a bathroom. At this time, the four doctor's offices have been locked, and Wen Xiu is worried. When he got in, he saw Qi Huan taking out a screwdriver from his white coat.

Wenxiu looked surprised.

Qi Huan used a screwdriver to unscrew the screw on the lock buckle, without explaining that someone sneaked into his dormitory in the same way last night, he just followed suit.

After all the screws are unscrewed, the door frame is separated from the lock, and the door of the office is opened directly.

The office is bright and clean, no different from an ordinary office. Qi Huan and Wenxiu immediately started searching. Fortunately, medical records are often recorded and updated by doctors. Soon Wenxiu found a stack of medical records in the cabinet under the bookshelf.

Now there are more than 10 patients in the hospital, and the two work together to find half of them. After [-] minutes, the medical records of the murdered patients are selected.

Qi Huan opened the medical record. There was an inch photo on the medical record, which was very easy to identify, but their conditions were different and there was no pattern. It was just that two of them were admitted to the hospital in November 1930, and the other was in January 11.

Qi Huan looked up at the wall calendar in the office. It is now 1937, and the homicide patient has been admitted to the hospital for six or seven years.

"These people have lived for too long. They have stayed in the eight-person room for six or seven years. I would be emotionally unstable." Wenxiu clicked his tongue, "And this mental hospital has been built for so long, why are there so few patients? , Don’t you need money for daily expenses? Fortunately, our interns don’t need wages, otherwise this broken hospital will go bankrupt in minutes.”

Wenxiu was still complaining, but Qi Huan was suddenly awakened by him. There were too few patients in the hospital to operate. He searched through the medical records that had been set aside, and this time he quickly found the one he wanted.

This is Qi Huan's patient. On the cover of the medical record, it is written that he was admitted to the hospital in 1937, that is, he was newly hospitalized this year.

Qi Huan casually looked through other medical records, and found that most of the patients were admitted to the hospital within a year or two. Including the three selected, only five patients had been in the hospital for six or seven years.

Will these five people all have a murderous feeling towards the intern doctor?Qi Huan frowned and remained silent, why would a patient who had been in the hospital for a long time attack the intern doctor?There is so much to explore here.

There must have been more than five patients six or seven years ago. Could it be that they were cured and discharged?

It is impossible for the doctor's office to have the medical records of the discharged patients. After confirming that there is no harvest, they put the medical records back to their original places, and the door locks were restored with screws.

There is also a file room on the fourth floor. The hospital will file files for inpatients for financial inspection, but Qi Huan suspects that this hospital does not have this position at all.

Qi Huan followed the same pattern and opened the door of the archives room. As expected, it was full of dust when he entered, and it is estimated that no one has set foot there for a long time.

There are still 10 minutes to go, and they must quickly find the files of the discharged patients. Fortunately, the files in the file room are very meticulously marked, and soon Qi Huan found the file bags of the past patients.

The portfolio of past patients is much larger than that of current hospitalized patients.

The two immediately began to check and typed the first copy. The patient was admitted to the hospital in 1930 and died of illness in 1934. Qi Huan opened another copy. The patient was admitted to the hospital in 1931, but also died of illness in 1934.

Qi Huan felt something was wrong, was this a coincidence?He continued to look through the files, and it turned out that no matter how many years he was admitted to the hospital in the file, the patient died in 1934.

What magical year was 1934?

Until Qi Huan opened another file, the long-lost system prompt suddenly sounded.

[System: Congratulations to player Qi Huan for opening the hidden branch - "The Truth of Death". 】

【Sub-quest: Find the publisher's body and find out the truth about the publisher's death. 】

At this time, Wenxiu thought that Qi Huan had found a key clue, so he turned his head to look at it, but immediately screamed, "Submission? Oh my god, who posted it? Where can we find his body?"

Qi Huan put away the mission panel and carefully looked at the file that triggered the side mission.

The owner of this file is a woman named Tina, who was admitted to the hospital in 1930. She was not discharged and died in 1934.

There is another strange thing about this file, that is, the file photo was torn off on purpose. Qi Huan touched it lightly, and he could still feel the traces of the glue drying up.

Without a photo, it is even more difficult to find the poster's body.

"Brother Qi, it's almost two o'clock." Seeing that Qi Huan was still motionless, Wen Xiu reminded in a low voice, "We still have to clock in for work."

Qi Huan hummed, and put the file that triggered the side mission into his arms, and then the two of them packed up the files scattered on the ground, closed the door and screwed on the screws, and prepared to go downstairs.

However, as soon as they reached the corner of the stairs, the two ran into the dean who was going upstairs.

The dean walked lightly and slowly, and they didn't hear each other's footsteps at all.

Wenxiu's sweat dripped instantly.