Elegance never goes out of style.
The thin old man in front of him danced to the music, the smile on his face never diminished, with an extraordinary elegance.
Unfortunately, with the roster in hand, who wants to stare at a sick demon?
As for why the other party let down his guard so easily, Lu Li attributed it to this: it should be natural. After all, his identity has not been revealed and he is now a doctor at Cloverfield Asylum.
[Ward No. 1: Ken Thompson]
[Ward 2: Jessica Edwin]
…
The sound of turning pages sounded, and his eyes moved rapidly.
Within a few breaths, Lu Li found his first target person.
[Ward 9: Sam Neill]
This private detective, who has been hospitalized for just ten days, may become a breakthrough in the investigation.
Next…
[Ward No. 11: An Yuexuan]
After seeing this girl's name, Lu Li breathed a sigh of relief.
Two important goals live very close to each other, which can save a lot of time.
Almost forgot!
[Ward No. 10: Kong Liangyu]
Another oriental name, combined with the scene he saw when he first arrived yesterday, Lu Li could almost conclude that this boy was An Yuexuan's boyfriend, and he still had some sense.
The three wards were actually connected together.
Is it a coincidence?
Not likely.
Unless the other party can predict the future, or can see through people's hearts.
If this is the case, then we can only accept our fate, it is better to go straight to the topic.
Therefore, Lu Li suppressed his distracting thoughts and whispered to Old Brian, who was beside him with an engaged expression and twisting his limbs: "Senior, I am going to start from the first floor and examine the patients one by one."
"Remember to change your clothes. Our hospital has corresponding rules and you must abide by them."
Brian took the time to reply and pointed behind him, "There is a new set there. Nurse Feng prepared it in advance yesterday."
After saying this, this weird old man continued to devote himself wholeheartedly to the elderly disco.
A few minutes later.
Lu Li, dressed in a white coat, walked towards the aisle.
The pace is steady and calm, and there is an indescribable momentum.
Not far away, several caregivers saw a stranger entering the restricted area and subconsciously wanted to stop him.
【Doctor on duty】
Lu Li, on the other hand, calmly pointed to the work badge hanging on his chest.
"Hello, doctor."
"Hello, doctor."
The caregivers bowed their heads and said hello.
Apparently, this is the correct way for Cloverfield Asylum to unfold.
To put it bluntly, at this moment, Lu Li was standing at the top of the pyramid, with a head, a face, and an appearance.
Ahem...
At least on the surface, that's true.
Every time he walked to an area, the nurse in charge of that area would come over and ask Lu Li with a smile if there was anything he needed help with.
Lu Li put his hands behind his back and walked slowly, looking like a boss, until he saw an acquaintance.
Feng Ziliang!
The work sign posted on the wall shows that this guy is the person in charge of wards nine to sixteen!
On the side, Feng Ziliang had noticed this a long time ago. When his eyes fell on him, he smiled even more. He waved and said, "Good day, Doctor Lu."
"Good day."
Lu Li nodded, calmly stopped in front of Ward No. 8, and opened the roster at the same time.
After a moment of silence, he tilted his head and asked:
"Mick Jagger, huh?"
Upon hearing this, the person in charge of the district immediately came over and replied: "That's right."
"Open it."
Lu Li calmed down and tried not to look at the next room too frequently.
"Do you need me to accompany you?"
"Need not."
With a creak, the door opened wide.
There was a disgusting smell of urine. Lu Li frowned and stepped in.
On the wall painted with white lime, there was a patch of dark brown dirt with an inexplicable shape, which was emitting a foul smell.
This... is very fresh...
Don't blame the cleaners, this is the result of the patient staying last night and they didn't have time to clean at all.
Immediately afterwards, a group of graffiti attracted Lu Li's attention. It was very interesting:
A strange giant with upright legs, spurs on its back, gills on its face, fins on both sides of its neck, and its giant arms covered in fish scales;
A deformed octopus with a head like an octopus and numerous tentacles, a bloated body, and a pair of narrow wings on its back;
In addition, there are several unfinished paintings, such as: a catfish man with a big head and a small body, a black ball covered with dots...
"Mick Jagger."
"Have you seen these things?"
After admiring the paintings on the wall, Lu Li turned around and walked towards the hospital bed. His originally hopeless heart suddenly became filled with anticipation.
On the wooden bed, a stooped middle-aged man wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown was rolling on the spot, looking like a madman.
Perhaps sensing that someone was coming, the man became much quieter. He opened his skinny arms and raised them high in front of his chest, his lips trembling and his eyes widened.
Seeing this, Professor Lu was stunned on the spot.
What is this disease?
What do you want to express?
What medicine can cure it?
He was good at killing people, but not so good at curing diseases.
After a few seconds of stalemate, the guy suddenly opened his mouth wide and pushed his body upward, trying to hug Lu Li who was close to him. As a result, he just made a forward gesture and fell down.
Body functions cannot keep up with consciousness.
If he is so weak, he should be sent directly to the crematorium. There is no hope...
Dr. Lu has a heart to treat illnesses and save people, but he has no skills at all.
"Lie down and have a good rest. I hope to see you again tomorrow...and have new paintings..."
The door closes.
Seeing Lu Li's disappearing figure, the man smiled silently, saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth.
This kind of smile is very strange and elusive.
Gentle, cunning, ferocious, any kind of human expression can't be related to it. If you have to describe it, it's like...like...desire!
He seemed to regard Lu Li as a kind of food.
Because there were iron gates and concrete walls, Lu Li didn't see this scene. He found Mick Jagger's name on the list, drew a circle casually, and stood there in a daze for a while.
Frankly speaking, there was no point in what Lu Li did. It was just to show off, to prove that he had been there, and to leave room for the caregivers to make up their minds.
"White Lace and Promise."
"Give you a blessing kiss and we're on our way."
The aisles still echoed with Carpenter's classic tunes.
Lu Li estimated that there was enough time, so he put down his pen, looked at the person standing behind him, and asked casually: "Brother Feng, does Sam Neill live in this ward?"
"That's right."
"Then, open it and take a look."
"Okay, if you need anything, come to me anytime."
Click.
The sound of the key entering the lock cylinder was heard, and it began to click and turn.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lu Li lowered his head, glanced at the information in his hand, and asked:
"The documents show that this patient has only been here for ten days. During this period, did he make any requests?"
Feng Ziliang's smile froze, and his hand turning the key slowed down, "Only... one."
"There's a black crayon to go."
