Cloverfield Asylum, the kitchen powerhouse.
A dull and honest-looking man was preparing dinner. He was wearing a fat apron and holding a thick-backed kitchen knife in his hand.
Every time the blade collides with the chopping board, there will be a loud sound, and the posture is like dealing with the enemy who killed his father.
The large ribs on the chopping board were quickly chopped into several pieces of different sizes.
Not far away, a man wearing a chef's hat was eating. There was a sharp box of rice in an old plastic lunch box. He was swallowing the leftover oil and water soup from the mental patient's meal.
"Man, you're new to reporting, so you can't mess around. Remember to put in more good stuff."
Nurse Feng passed by the kitchen, shouted outside, and then left.
The cook didn't answer. After eating three large boxes of rice, he stood up silently, walked to the cutting board, picked out the ribs that his partner had chopped, and put them into the iron basin.
"This patient is a little thin..."
"Um."
Then, bursts of aroma wafted out of the kitchen.
the other side.
In the dimly lit corridor, Dr. Brian was knocking on the door with a smile on his face:
"Doctor Lu, we are ready to eat. To express our welcome, the chef has specially cooked some delicious dishes for you..."
Squeak.
The door opens.
At this moment, Lu Li's steps were frivolous, his face was slightly pale, and he still had half a cigarette in his hand. He just had the words "I'm in pain" written on his face.
As for the sword and cane, he put it into his suitcase.
"What’s wrong with you?"
With that said, Brian wanted to step forward to help, but Lu Li waved his hand and refused.
I saw him pinching his eyebrows first, looking very painful, and then said in a hollow voice: "I have a stomachache. I have an old problem. I just took medicine. I'm sorry, tonight..."
Hearing this, Dr. Brian guessed what Lu Li was going to say next, patted his shoulder and replied in a deep voice: "It's okay, have a good night's rest. If there are no major problems, I will take you to familiarize yourself with the hospital environment tomorrow. "
As he spoke, his eyes drifted to the desk.
There were plastic plates containing capsules and pills, and there were signs of use.
Of course Lu Li noticed this move, and a flash of pride flashed in his heart: preparing props in advance is the basic quality of an actor.
Not long after, a rickety figure left the room and closed the wooden door.
Silence returned to the room.
"You are so confident about the newbie, do you really want to take me to contact the patients?"
Lu Li whispered to himself, then pulled up the seat and opened the suitcase:
A sadhu sword disguised as a walking stick, two changes of clothes, a portable camera, compressed biscuits, canned luncheon meat, canned fruit, two bottles of canned water, pens and notepads.
If you save these foods, you can last for ten days.
Lu Li made a quick judgment and thanked the staff who prepared the luggage: at the critical moment, the foundation was quite reliable and very thoughtful.
"However, if there is no way to contact the outside world, how can we deliver the news?"
Crunch...crunch...
There was the sound of chewing compressed biscuits.
Looking at his cell phone that couldn't receive any signal, Lu Li shook his head. Less than half a day after entering the asylum, he encountered too many problems that he couldn't figure out:
Since there is no signal, how does Dr. Bryan post recruitment information online?
There may be someone outside cooperating.
However, the mental hospital is isolated from the outside world, so where does the food come from?
The investigators stationed nearby found no supplies sent here.
Is it self-sufficient?
It is unrealistic to think about it. This place is not just filled with doctors and nurses, but also an unknown number of patients. If the number of people is not large, it can be explained. Once there are more than ten people, who would believe that there is nothing strange about it?
After thinking about this, Lu Li gnawed another piece of compressed biscuit to calm down his shock.
About ten minutes later.
[Tomorrow’s task 1: Understand the working environment]
The sound of pen rubbing against paper echoed in the room, and Lu Li began to make a plan.
[Tomorrow’s mission 2: Contact the key figure Sam Neill and find out why he sneaked into the mental hospital]
Immediately afterwards, Lu Li circled the last paragraph and put a question mark on it.
To be honest, being in this strange place, he had already prepared for the worst. Perhaps Detective Sam was really crazy.
Therefore, Lu Li added some more content on his notepad:
[Tomorrow’s task (optional): Contact An Yuexuan and look for opportunities to be alone with the couple]
This is a habit that Lu Li developed after entering the academy. He briefly summarizes what he will do next and writes it down so that his thinking can be extended.
After writing the three-line summary, he tore it off and put it in the inner pocket of his windbreaker to prevent anyone from sneaking in during the day tomorrow.
Knock knock knock——
At this time, the knock on the door rang again.
Why is someone looking for you again!
Although he was impatient, Lu Li suppressed his emotions, stuffed the cookie box into his trouser pocket, and quickly checked whether the tabletop was clean.
Then, he got up and came to the door, pretending to be sleepy.
Dr. Bryan? !
The moment he opened the door, Lu Li was stunned and said subconsciously: "What are you doing?"
Hearing this, a kind smile appeared on the old doctor's face, and he stretched out his hand: "You have to eat something after all. We have left some food for you, so take some time to eat some."
Two square aluminum boxes stacked on top of each other.
You can vaguely smell the aroma of meat wafting out of it.
"thank you."
Lu Li swallowed, pretended to be hungry, and took the lunch box.
Seeing this, Dr. Bryan smiled even more and turned around to leave.
The door gradually closed.
"hehe……"
Looking at the lunch box in his hand, Lu Li calmed down his expression and said with a hint of ridicule in his tone, "It seems that I have to eat this meal, but I can't bear it."
As he spoke, he threw the lunch box away——
Open.
The footsteps are getting closer.
Dr. Bryan left and returned.
"Sir, what's the matter?" Lu Li held the chopsticks in his hand and looked up blankly.
"It's nothing. I remembered wrongly and thought I didn't bring you chopsticks."
The words fell and the door closed.
This time, Lu Li waited for a long time before putting down his chopsticks.
In front of him, there were two dishes——
Bean stew and mushroom sauce rice bowl.
It was obvious that the chef had put a lot of thought into it. Lu Li didn't know how it tasted, but he could smell the spices.
Pity……
I can not eat it.
Next to it, there is a smartphone that has been temporarily reduced to scrap metal. The clock on the screen displays:
18:16.
It was getting late, and there was only light coming from this floor in the whole building. The doctors and nurses were nowhere to be found. They might be taking care of patients, or they might be doing what they like to do.
Anyway, Lu Li didn't know anything about it.
Tonight was his first night in Cloverfield Mental Hospital, and he had no sleep at all.
He was sitting on a wooden chair, thinking about some miscellaneous things, trying not to let his mind be idle.
Tick tock—tick tock—tick tock—
In the room, the rusty faucet began to drip.
