The backlit ward was dark.
Although there is a small amount of light shining through the window, it is better than nothing since it is covered with dust and cobwebs just like when I first visited.
No more rustling.
Sam Neill was sleeping on the cushions, with no black cross on his face or body.
Only the dense marks scattered all around that have not been washed away by water show that the owner of this place was once entangled in strangeness and ominousness.
"The black cross originated from the crucifixion and resurrection of Christ, and then gradually evolved into a symbol of human suffering and hope. It seems that you have been freed."
"Christ? Are you talking about the Holy Light Werewolf Cult?"
Neil turned over and looked at the visitor with half-closed eyes and head propped up.
"Doctor, have we met before? I always feel that you look familiar."
Not only have I seen...
You would rather sacrifice yourself to pass on information and transfer the responsibility of saving the world to me.
However, his appearance really disappointed Lu Li, as if his memory had been tampered with.
Of course, this may also be Neil's original appearance. After all, the crazy Kane once arranged a life for him, with a crazy and indescribable ending.
Later, the situation was broken, and Sam Neill may have escaped his original fate.
Thinking of this, Lu Li decided not to waste his time on this and asked, "Can you tell me about the Holy Light Werewolf Cult?"
"Can't."
Neil shook his head: "Because I only know, I don't know anything."
? ? ?
Is this freelance insurance investigator not breaking free by now?
It’s hard not to think of this nagging word that I’ve heard once before.
"Doctor, here's a tip for you. It's too dangerous outside. Be careful of your colleagues."
"If there is no way out, you can move next door. It's vacant and it's absolutely safe."
After saying that, Sam Neill closed his eyes completely, like a completely rotted salted fish, or a tool to convey some kind of will.
The change that happened to him was greater than Runtu's transformation from a round purple face and a small felt hat to a puppet with sallow skin and many wrinkles.
Come with good fortune and return with bad luck.
As nurse Feng said, Neil was calm, so calm that all the staff were satisfied.
Also, live next door?
If Lu Li remembered correctly, there were two couples living in the two wards at the back...
"I remember a young man named Kong lived here, and next door was his girlfriend."
"That's right, but they were discharged from the hospital a long time ago. It says so on the paper."
Following the shark-faced caregiver's kind reminder, Lu Li opened the roster in his hand.
This happened more than two months ago. To be more precise, it was the fourth day after he left Cloverfield Mental Hospital. After being examined and confirmed by Dr. Bryan, they were finally able to leave.
Have you notified your relatives in advance to pick you up?
have no idea.
How to cross the icy no man's land?
have no idea.
There was only a date written on it, and Dr. Brian's signature. There was too much room for maneuver, but Lu Li didn't want to prejudge it and disrupt his ability to make a correct judgment.
"I want to go in and have a look."
"Please."
The sound of the iron door closing sounded behind him.
A wooden bed, a toilet bucket, an empty small wardrobe, and a neatly folded single bed.
Lu Li felt that this scene was very similar to when a prisoner was released from prison. For the sake of a sense of ceremony, he carefully collected his personal belongings and tidied up the bed where he had slept for a long time before leaving.
Out of habit and experience, he opened the bed, the only place where something could be hidden.
As expected, a note came into view.
Lu Li didn't hesitate at all and couldn't wait to read through it. After all, only by actively responding to his own situation would he be able to discover the key points in time.
[I don’t know the year and month, Yin]
A scrawled text written in crayon appeared, and the room became extremely quiet, leaving only the sound of turning pages.
The content of the diary is unreliable. This theorem requires a few qualifiers in front: big shots, public figures, and so on.
After all, they are used to hiding themselves.
For people who are in danger and have little to rely on, they will choose to write down the most true situation, firstly to show that they have existed, and secondly to leave something for future generations.
His thoughts changed rapidly, and Lu Li began to receive the messages left by the previous owner of the house.
[Go out for a walk with Yuexuan.
Her condition has become more serious, but the guys wearing human skin and white coats say that she is becoming more and more stable. 】
[I don’t know the year and month, Yin]
[When we went out for fun, she asked me to eat her and not leave it to those guys. My last bit of rationality helped me overcome my fear and comfort her.
During this period, I saw a doctor who looked very young and very conspicuous. Unfortunately, no matter how beautiful things are, once they enter this living coffin, they will be quickly corrupted and become one of them]
Although he was praised for his appearance in the diary, Lu Li, who had become numb in this aspect, only felt sorry.
Judging from the fact that the man feels sorry for him, he can be regarded as a person with conscience.
As a result, I have been alive and well, but the other person has taken a step ahead and disappeared without a trace.
[I don’t know the year, I don’t know the weather]
[The monsters roared from outside the iron door, and mucus flowed in along the cracks. They seemed to be angered by something. They had never seen such a scene before. What happened? 】
It has something to do with my own escape...
Subconsciously, an answer came to Lu Li's mind. He originally thought that with such a huge battle at the time, how could everything be calm afterwards——
All employees suffered from collective amnesia and short-circuited brains, and did not ask why they disappeared for three months or what happened in the middle.
[I don’t know the year, I don’t know the weather]
[I don’t know how long it has been, but those monsters didn’t come to deliver food, and I didn’t feel hungry. I just kept worrying about her, but this kind of emotion is obviously useless]
[I don’t know the year, I don’t know the weather]
[I don’t know how long it’s been, but I feel like it’s been a long time since I last wrote in my diary. Today I heard a familiar sound of music.
The Carpenters.
"We're just getting started."
"White Lace and Promise."
"Give you a blessing kiss..."
The loudspeaker installed in the aisle finally started to work. The song that I was so disgusted with before actually symbolized good news. The monsters ended their collective madness, put on human skin again, and started to work...]
[I don’t know the year, but Brian pronounced in the name of the attending doctor that Yuexuan and I were in controllable condition and must be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible to make room for new patients.
Controllable range?
I have always been rational, calm, and restrained, but she was different. When we hugged each other for the last time, she was about to be assimilated into the living coffin. We hadn't seen each other for a long time. What happened?
I'm going to meet her next door.
New resident, I hope you can restrain yourself and maintain your last bit of sanity and hope. 】
The writing stops here.
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(End of chapter)
