The flesh of some ancient giant creature?
Looking at the food on the table, Lu Li silently made a judgment. This time he did not avoid eating together, but he openly opened a can for himself.
Admittedly, he didn't say he disliked it, but his body gave an extremely honest answer.
Because of this, he became an oddity at the dinner table. After all, everyone was eating ribs of even size and fragrant aroma. Lu Li was the only one who would rather eat canned food than touch these dishes.
"Doctor Lu, why don't you eat it? Could it be that the chef didn't cook it well? It tastes delicious to me. Why don't you try a piece of it?"
Nurse Feng looked puzzled.
It's obvious that everyone's acting skills are superb.
Even at this point, when mutual distrust reached the extreme, no one raised the table, and they still maintained a superficial harmony.
Lu Li casually found an excuse to make nonsense, and replied in a deep voice: "No, I have developed a habit of eating this kind of food, and now I can only accompany everyone."
At this moment, the long dining table was full of people.
This was the first time he knew the exact number of employees in this mental hospital:
Dr. Bryan.
Twelve caregivers.
Seven cleaning staff.
A one-eyed old man watching the door.
Two skinny men in charge of the kitchen.
Now, as he returns to the lunatic asylum, the number of doctors here has been increased by one, responsible for morning and evening rounds.
"I see."
Dr. Brian smiled and nodded, and said in a joking tone: "Then it won't be long before you have to go out to buy food."
"No, if nothing unexpected happens, I might not need to go out for a year."
The food and fresh water stored in the folding space are enough for Lu Li to use for a long time.
As if they were collectively blind, these people selectively ignored Lu Li and did not continue to dwell on why he refused to share the meal.
Maybe... there are secrets involved.
Just like the sense of crisis that arises deep in my heart every time I want to overturn the table, all employees of the asylum must abide by certain rules.
In other words.
Constraints work both ways.
No matter what happens, we must maintain the "normal" operation of the organization and ensure "harmony" within the organization, because making mistakes will make the leaders unhappy.
As for the leader's identity and who he is, Lu Li doesn't know yet, but he feels that he must be the one who set the dogs after him...
Which ancient evil god would be so bored?
With this kind of doubt, Lu Li, who had finished the strange dinner, did not go back to his dormitory immediately after the party. He took all his belongings, that is, his handbag, and took the initiative to go to the ward with a crutch.
source of danger.
At the same time, it means being able to learn more.
Dr. Brian thought about Lu Li's proposal for a moment, and seemed to be moved by his spirit of serious work and caring for his patients, so he readily agreed to the request.
Of course, the premise is to put on work clothes.
As long as he puts on a white coat and wears a work badge symbolizing the identity of the doctor on duty, he is one of the people standing at the top of the pyramid.
To a certain extent, this place is like a theater crew, with distinct classes. Everyone strictly adheres to their own persona and contributes wonderful performances.
"Hello, doctor."
"Hello, doctor."
The nurses bowed their heads and said hello to their work signs. Lu Li's steps were steady and his temperament was calm, giving people an inexplicable feeling.
"Are you here to check wards 9 to 16 again? In fact, there is nothing special here."
Nurse Feng smiled helplessly, opened the iron gate of his area, and presented the roster.
"Mick Jagger, I didn't expect him to be alive. The last time I went in to check the ward, he was already dying."
"This guy is just in a bad mental state. In fact, he is in good health." Nurse Feng wore his signature shark smile, quickly opened the door, and said consciously: "I know you don't like to be accompanied by others, just shout if you need anything."
"Good luck with your work."
With a creak, Lu Li stepped in.
same as usual.
The disgusting smell of urine hit him, and the patient still hasn't gotten rid of his bad habit.
However, he did not look at the hospital bed for the first time, but glanced at the walls painted with white lime.
Needless to say, the dark brown, dyed and stinky areas were all fresh. They were the results of a recent battle left by the patient, and the cleaners had not yet had time to dispose of them.
What really deserves attention is the graffiti.
The one with upright legs, spurs on his back, and gills on his face was Dagon, who had dealt with him himself.
The bloated and deformed octopus monster is the famous Mr. Ke.
There were also a large number of Old Ones, as Lu Li later learned about them on his own, and some of the graffiti could even be found on the ox-hide books.
"What's this?"
Amidst the whispers, Lu Li approached one of the patterns. The white fur was fine, there were two pointed ears protruding from the temples, and the area from the lower jaw to the bridge of the nose was protruding forward. It was clearly a werewolf.
It's very delicate... I've often seen it in scenes in the past... so it looks very familiar.
When did we meet?
What do you mean by lumping me in with the Great Old Ones?
He cast his eyes on the plank bed, where sat a stooped middle-aged man wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown. He was also staring at Lu Li, spreading his skinny arms and trembling lips, as if he wanted to say something. What.
As a result, this precursory posture lasted only a moment before the patient collapsed.
Physical function is still so poor...
After sighing, Lu Li had a flash of holy light in his hand. It was like a panacea that could be used to fight, but also to cure diseases and save people.
The man looked at Lu Li, who was different from the past and did not choose to turn around and leave. He laughed silently, saliva dripping down the corners of his mouth.
sly? mild? ferocious?
Any normal way for human beings to express emotions has nothing to do with it. If the person involved is asked to speculate, it can only be described as desire.
It wasn't that he was eager to get more Holy Light, nor was he eager for this power. Lu Li had no doubt that if he stretched out his hand, this guy would immediately bite him.
Did I have the flesh of Tang Monk?
When I felt helpless, the Holy Light completely disappeared, and I couldn't save such a lunatic.
There is only one next.
Ward 10: Sam Neill.
An insurance company investigator, in a past conversation, for giving himself the final tip. And was invaded by strangeness and turned into an empty body, constantly repeating:
He's looking at you.
These were the reasons that prompted Lu Li to run away with the bucket, and he didn't know the other party's condition.
"How was it? Did you gain anything?"
Nurse Feng’s face was full of attentiveness.
Seeing this, Lu Li sighed helplessly.
The only takeaway from this ward:
He vaguely guessed that he seemed to have become a kind of existence like the Old Ones.
Click.
The copper-colored key was inserted into the lock cylinder and began to click.
"How is he doing lately?"
"It's more than just good. It's an earth-shaking change. It's much quieter."
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(End of chapter)
