The little boy stuck his head out of the window and looked down.
"Why can this window be opened?" Geng Jianghui stared at Zhang Wanqiu, "Aren't all the doors and windows in the third ward locked?"
Just now, Zhang Wanqiu said that the third ward on the right was unlocked. Geng Jianghui found it strange, but now everyone's attention was on Jiang Shan, so he put it aside for the time being.
Zhang Wanqiu felt a little uncomfortable. She pursed her lips and said, "I forgot to ask someone to change the locks in time..."
With this old-fashioned bolt lock, Zhang Wanqiu discovered a problem in the third ward during her ward rounds, but before she could report it, the alarm went off.
This is a serious accident.
Geng Jianghui even turned down his face. But now, thanks to the accident, Jiang Shan climbed out of the window.
The little boy looked down and saw only a row of artificially arranged wire mesh with spikes on it.
Jiang Shan also saw it just now. The various defense lines in this hospital are simply standard equipment for mental hospitals.
It has to be at the level of Arkham. Jiang Shan himself did not expect that the os in his heart had actually been realized in another absurd reality.
The little boy looked at the ground for a long time, and finally slowly retracted his head.
Then Jiang Shan heard the sound of him leaving, and continued to shout sweetly "Auntie, where are you?" as he walked~
Jiang Shan stretched out one of her feet and hooked it back to the window sill. She slowly moved along the wall again. Just when she was about to hold the window again, she said, "Auntie!"
The little boy suddenly stretched his head and appeared at the door like he was playing hide-and-seek.
He looked at the still empty ward, obviously very disappointed, and had to curl his lips and shrink back, this time he really left.
Jiang Shan had one foot in the air and had already greeted the entire Palace of Hell in her heart. She struggled to lift her foot back to the window sill, and held on to the window sill with her other hand. She felt like an eight-clawed crab that had been torn open, and she wished she could really grow. Eight claws.
Jiang Shan moved back to the window sill little by little, and when her feet finally stepped firmly on the spacious countertop, she seemed to have put away the pores that had exploded all over her body. Even at this time, Jiang Shan did not dare to take it lightly. She slowly held her breath and quietly walked back to the ward along the window.
The white socks on her feet were already dirty. She really wanted to thank these socks now. The sound insulation effect was so good.
She could already hear the sound of the little boy stirring next door, "Auntie! Auntie! Where are you?"
Jiang Shan didn't want to play the "Where's Auntie" game with the little boy anymore. She had no way to advance and no way to retreat. She was almost frustrated.
Jiang Shan pulled the radio out of her cuffs. This damn hospital gown didn't even have pockets (obviously on purpose), so she could only stuff it into her sleeves at the critical moment.
Jiang Shan hid under the hospital bed holding the radio. Now, he quickly gave her next instructions.
"What should we do now?" Geng Jianghui was so stimulated by the scene just now that he felt his heart was not in good condition.
Zhang Wanqiu stared at Jiang Shan and saw her turn the radio volume back on and carefully put it to her ear.
Zhang Wanqiu: "..."
It seemed difficult to end without talking, but how could she know what to do next?
"Look at Director Huo, he's about to go out!" the assistant doctor shouted.
There were still two buttons on the protective suit behind Huo Qiyong, but he didn't care. He stared at the peephole on the door for at least five minutes to make sure there was no movement outside, then swallowed and slowly twisted the Move the door handle.
At this moment, Dean Geng suddenly said to the communicator: "Director Huo, go to the locker room on the second floor first and look for something first."
Zhang Wanqiu glanced at the dean in surprise.
Geng Jianghui's expression was slightly serious, "Is your locker room unlocked?"
Zhang Wanqiu hesitated for a moment and shook his head.
There are protective clothing in the locker room, but Zhang Wanqiu has never used them because when she approaches Jiang Shan, she must approach in the most normal "appearance".
She also put all the things sent by the scientific research institute into the cabinet.
When Huo Qiyong heard that he was told to go to the second floor first, he didn't know if he was relieved for a moment. He used the key to unlock the safety door, and the stairway appeared in front of him.
He carefully stepped onto the steps, looking in all directions and listening in all directions, while he shouted worriedly into the communicator: "I said, is there really no one else on the second floor?"
"The dean and I have been keeping an eye on it, don't worry," Zhang Wanqiu said.
Geng Jianghui said nothing about this obvious lie.
The assistant pulled up the surveillance footage on the second floor and found that only two of them could still show footage, one in the locker room and one on the other side of the corridor.
The remaining areas are all blind spots.
But now there is no other good way except to continue to fool Huo Qiyong. Director Huo is timid to begin with. He usually only stays in the laboratory and his office. He doesn't know anything about the hospital's monitoring facilities.
Huo Qiyong came to the entrance to the second floor passage, which was also locked. He opened it with the key with trembling hands and took a look at the second floor corridor first.
"Nurse Zhang's dressing room is in the second room at the other end of the corridor. Go in and look for the things sent by the scientific research institute."
Huo Qiyong could only bite the bullet and look for it. He really didn't understand that something sent by the scientific research institute was so important and he had to find it at this juncture.
The quieter the surroundings became, the more depressing the panic became. Usually only medical staff came to this second floor, but now that everyone had evacuated, all he could hear was his empty footsteps.
It is said that one can be scared by oneself.
Huo Qiyong came to the door of the locker room anxiously. There were no lights in the locker room. He walked in carefully, "I'm here, what do you want me to find?"
Zhang Wanqiu had seen the pile of things before, but except for a radio she barely recognized, the rest were in tatters and had no idea what they were used for, so she just threw them into the cupboard to gather dust.
"Did Wei Yuan send these things in his own name?" Geng Jianghui's eyes flashed.
Zhang Wanqiu was silent. It was precisely because it was not an official consignment from a scientific research institute that she did not take it to heart. Only one radio was given to Jiang Shan.
Huo Qiyong rummaged through the cabinet and found a pile of items wrapped in leather envelopes. He pushed up his glasses and tried to identify them.
Geng Jianghui immediately said: "Get it under the surveillance camera and get closer to me."
Huo Qiyong could only take this pile of things, go to the door and get under the surveillance camera. He saw an old-fashioned walkie-talkie and a long and oblong machine with only a small screen.
But seeing this, Geng Jianghui's eyes lit up.
"BB machine?"
Zhang Wanqiu has never heard of this term. What kind of bb machine? What kind of machine is that?
Dean Geng was excited, "Quick, let's see if it can still be used!"
Huo Qiyong held this little thing with a confused look on his face. It was a black plastic shell. What was it and how should it be used?
"Press the button on the left, oh, press it a little longer... don't let it go after you press it!"
