According to Dr. Caroline's introduction, Qin Zhibo knew that Arkham Asylum had four wards, A, B, C, and D. Patients in different wards had different degrees of illness.
Ward D generally accepts ordinary mental patients, such as depression, dementia, delusions, etc. People in this ward have no violent tendencies and generally lack insight, so they are harmless to humans and animals.
Area C is for schizophrenia and personality disorders. Such people may have almost normal self-care abilities, but have weird personalities and abnormal behaviors, which may be dangerous.
Area B mainly accommodates PTSD patients. There are various reasons for PTSD. Such people often have too strong self-awareness and weak self-care ability, but they are dangerous.
Patients in Area A are the severely ill mental patients in Areas B, C, and D, who are personally treated by Dr. Herbert West.
"Dr. Herbert's treatment results are often excellent, but he and I pursue different philosophies."
"I hope to give crazy people peace of mind, not death of their souls..."
Arriving at Ward No. 10 in Area B, the room was not locked. Caroline reached out and pushed open the door.
"Mr. Danforth, you have a visitor."
Caroline knocked on the door of the room, but the figure sitting in the wheelchair remained as motionless as a sculpture, looking up at the sky outside the window.
Caroline shrugged her shoulders at Qin Zhibo, gave a "I'll leave this to you" look, and left the ward. In fact, she was going to the filing room to look through Qin Zhibo's medical records.
Although Danforth is mentally ill, he is 90 years old after all, so Caroline is not worried about him going crazy.
But if Qin Zhibo goes crazy, he can be hospitalized directly for treatment...
After Caroline closed the door behind him and left, Qin Zhibo tentatively walked forward while introducing his identity.
"Hello, my name is Michael Bay."
"Maybe you don't know me, but I know you, Mr. Danforth..."
Qin Zhibo walked to the side of Danvers and found that he was still staring out the window blankly, with nothing that could be called a soul in his cloudy eyeballs.
Qin Zhibo stretched out his palm and waved it in front of Danforth's eyes without even twitching his eyelids.
Is this...depression so severe?
Just now, Caroline introduced that a patient he was close to was discharged from the hospital last week, which caused him to be depressed. If he had known, he would have come here last week...
Time cannot be turned back, so Qin Zhibo could only bring a chair and sit down next to Danvers, whispering softly: "I will mention some names now. If you know them, please blink..."
"Yasuhiro Mamiya."
Yasuhiro Mamiya is the name of the old man of the Mamiya family of the Blue Castle, and he was also a member of the Antarctic expedition team that year.
Danforth, however, remained indifferent to the name.
So Qin Zhibo tried other names. After all, Mr. Mamiya probably didn't study in the United States with a Japanese name.
"Mr. Mamiya?"
"Mr. Room?"
When the third name was tried, Danforth's eyelids twitched.
Just this tiny beat gave Qin Zhibo a glimmer of hope, and he struck while the iron was hot: "I am Mr. Jian, do you remember?"
"I, am, Mr.Jian..."
After a delay of five seconds, Danforth's eyelids twitched and his head slowly turned to Qin Zhibo.
The extremely old face is full of traces of time, and the bags under his eyes that have been elongated due to sagging skin are covered with age spots.
His Adam's apple twitched slightly under his dry skin, and he said in a dry and weak voice: "Mr...time?"
Obviously, Danfoss still remembers what happened to the expedition more than sixty years ago, which is an excellent signal to Qin Zhibo.
"Yes! I am..."
Qin Zhibo didn't write a draft when he lied, he just lied! A 90-year-old man...
Danforth blinked his cloudy eyes, and after two seconds of silence, he shook his head again.
"you are not..."
After saying that, Danforth turned his head back and continued to look at the scenery outside.
This makes Qin Zhibo a little disappointed. It seems that Danforth is not completely old yet.
However, Qin Zhibo still has a remedy. He is currently wearing Michael Bay's human skin mask, which looks like a blond and blue-eyed foreigner.
The old Mr. Mamiya in Danforth's impression was Japanese, so he could tell the difference at a glance.
So Qin Zhibo looked back at the ceiling of the room and found no camera, then took off his human skin mask.
The sultry heat under the mask was instantly released, making Qin Zhibo feel much more comfortable.
Although Qin Zhibo himself is not a pure-blood Japanese, his appearance still has more Japanese characteristics. In addition, Danvers is old and has dim eyesight, so it may be difficult to distinguish.
In this way, Qin Zhibo continued to deceive this 90-year-old comrade.
"I am Mr. Jian, look at me again..."
After scoring twice, Danvers continued to turn his head and glance at Qin Zhibo.
This time, Danforth did not deny it.
Now that he had passed the face authentication, Qin Zhibo was careless and immediately asked: "How much do you remember about what happened to the Antarctic expedition?"
Danvers tilted his head and stared at Qin Zhibo for more than a minute before finally speaking.
"We set sail in Boston Harbor on the Arkham...and the Miskatonic..."
Danforth began to recall that this was both good news and bad news for Qin Zhibo.
The good news is Danvers remembers what happened more than sixty years ago.
The bad news is that Danforth's voice is intermittent and erratic like a kite that may break at any time in the sky.
This made Qin Zhibo a little anxious, and he quickly asked: "I know all this, have you not forgotten it? We are all on the same ship..."
"I want to know what happened in the cave when you and Professor Dale entered it?"
As soon as Qin Zhibo mentioned "cave", Danforth's childlike expression shrank.
Immediately afterwards, Danforth's throat seemed to be stimulated by something, and a large number of weird and idiotic words came out of his mouth.
"The dark pit... the carved edge... the original Shoggoth... the windowless five-dimensional entity..."
"The nameless column...the ancient lighthouse...Yog-Sothoth...the primordial white jelly..."
"Colors of outer space...Winged Ones...Eye of the Planet...Stairway to the Moon..."
"Primary origin, eternity, immortality, chaos!"
Danforth's voice became louder and louder from the initial whisper, and Qin Zhibo immediately felt that something was wrong.
Holy shit! I'm sick!
Qin Zhibo quickly put on his human skin mask and went out to look for Doctor Caroline to come and take a look.
After hearing the news, Dr. Caroline quickly ran over with Qin Zhibo, but when she returned to the ward...
Danforth is dead...
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
