Chapter 12: Mental hospital (1/2)
Ten o'clock.
Zong Jiu stared at the dial that seemed to be frozen, thoughtfully.
The clocks in this hospital are very interesting. There are only clocks hanging on the walls of the dining room and the stairs between the floors, but they don't have a second hand, only hour and minute hands. The minute hand only moves one step every five minutes.
This causes the minute hand to freeze for five minutes at that moment after each step, and will not move again until the next five minutes. After twelve divisions are completed, it is the time for the hour hand to advance.
The pupils of the white-haired youth were slightly sinking.
This reminded Zong Jiu of something not big or small.
Last night, he walked from the reading room on the first floor to the toilet on the first floor, preparing to experience the danger and challenge of the death of the original owner according to the original plot.
As he turned the corner of the stairs, Zong Jiu paid special attention to the time on the clock.
If I remember correctly, the clock at that time was also pointing at ten o'clock.
It's just that everyone left the restaurant at half past eight last night. After reading the materials in the reading room for a while, it was almost ten o'clock, so the time in the stairwell last night did not attract much attention from Zong Jiu.
But today is different.
They finished breakfast at exactly eight o'clock. Even if there was a delay in the operating room on the first floor, the probability of it being delayed until ten o'clock was not high.
Coupled with this inexplicable two more stairs...
Zong Jiu didn't believe there was such a coincidence in this world, especially in this copy of the personal show.
The appearance of two ten o'clock must mean something, and there is a message that Zong Jiu didn't know.
He is now standing at the end of this staircase. Behind his left hand is a dark winding staircase leading to the second floor. Opposite the corridor on the first floor, the stairwell behind him was extinguished in the light. There was an unspeakable sense of violation all around.
Although the psychiatric hospital is usually so quiet, the quiet today is obviously not unusual.
What's more interesting is that the iron gate on the negative first floor has changed.
The original rusty door is now as new as ever, and even the glass windows inlaid on each door panel are wiped clean, as if they had just been replaced, shining with cold light.
Not only Zong Jiu, but the viewers who were watching his live broadcast also found something wrong.
[Mom, I'm just a flash god, why the front door suddenly changed new, sluggish. jpg]
[Wait, what's the situation? Is this being pulled into a different dimension? After all, this copy has used such a **** method to tell us that its upper limit is very high...]
[Usually this happens in horror movie copies, and it’s always a cool rhythm. Let me just say, why did you break up with the son, so big a golden thigh, don’t hold it, and have to die by yourself, speechless, really is a newcomer who is not afraid of tigers, and has such a good-looking face. I didn’t expect it to be a vase]
The white-haired youth did not act rashly.
He didn't even move forward, but squatted down on the spot, grinding on the ground with his slender fingers.
After Zong Jiu raised his hand, his hand was already stained with a thin layer of ashes, like the precipitation of something after a long time.
In addition, Zong Jiu also found some unknown existence on the ground. For example, the scattered crystals after broken glass, and the blank pages that no one cares about are scattered on the wall.
This is strange, because these things shouldn't appear here, they should appear in buildings that have been abandoned for many years.
When he accurately determined that there was a problem, even the lights in the stairwell became dim.
Zong Jiu untied another hair loop wrapped around his arm and held the Shun Lai ballpoint pen in his hand as a temporary weapon.
The lights in the corridor on the first floor were completely extinguished, and at this moment, only a cloud of darkness covered by a thick fog could be seen.
He pressed his back against the wall, and under the stunned people of the barrage, not only did he not turn his head to the stairwell with lights, but slowly moved towards the depths of the corridor on the first floor.
[Damn, he's going to die? It's all this time, running without turning around, and walking towards the dull place? 】
[My God, what is Ah Jiu doing, there is not a light in the corridor, so dark, what should I do in case of an accident]
[An E-level rookie, who doesn't even have special items, dare to be so reckless? ? ? 】
[Damn, don’t you bring someone like that if you’re looking for death...]
Obviously, after Zong Jiu and the old people had a hard meal, the audience in the live broadcast room was generally not optimistic about his prospects.
With such a clear level of difficulty, what is it that you give up your advantage and place your order instead of shooting yourself in the foot?
Seeing a dark patch in the distance on the screen, everyone squeezed sweat for him.
Zong Jiu didn't know the thoughts of these bystanders, of course, even if he knew it, he wouldn't care much.
He leaned against the wall and walked steadily to the left of the negative first floor step by step.
On the right side of the negative first floor is the confinement room, and at the end of the left side is the toilet. There is only one side of the corridor with a ward, and the other side is full of pale walls. This also facilitates Zong Jiu's movement.
The end of his straight walk is exactly where the toilet is.
The youth is very cautious, and will stop after every few steps, just like a patient, agile and sensitive cheetah on the African savannah, listening to the movement in the dark with ears erected, patiently looking for their hunting opportunities.
The audience in the live broadcast room was alarmed by the short journey.
Zong Jiu is now completely dark in all directions, and he can only tell where he is by leaning on the wall behind him, and he can see nothing in his field of vision.
But for the live broadcast effect, the images that the audience sees from the live broadcast room are the result of intelligent processing by the main system.
The audience is from the perspective of God, and the main system also lights up for them intimately, so the barrage can clearly see whether there are any ”good friends” suddenly appearing next to the white-haired youth, even worse than Zong Jiu's vision. The host reacted quickly, so he added a bit of excitement, for fear that something shouldn't come out in the next moment.
[Why...I thought I would not be afraid of watching the live broadcast, but now I find that this is obviously more terrifying than my own copy! ! 】
[Ah oh oh oh, this is an S-level copy. I don't want him to die with such a beautiful face! Why is Ah Jiu so heartbroken, Wang cried out with a cry]
[No, no, I have to quit the live broadcast room to save my life. If the newcomer is not dead in half an hour, then I will be back. Please remember to kick me.]
[Everyone send more barrage, I am not afraid of barrage at critical moments to save my life 55555555]
When his shoulder touched another hard wall, the barrage let out a collective sigh of relief.
For a short stretch of road, Zong Jiu walked for almost ten minutes before finishing it.
But fortunately, the road was calm, and nothing happened.
However, the movements of the white-haired youth did not stop.
He touched the wall at the end of the corridor with one hand, holding the pen in the other hand, and began to move longitudinally along the right-angled edge between the two walls.
Until his left hand felt empty.
The first one on the right at the end of the corridor on the left is the toilet.
finally reached.
Zong Jiu was not in a hurry to walk in, he clung to the wall, always paying attention to the surrounding movements.
The darkness is still extremely quiet.
From the angle where he is standing now, he can only see the faint light spots projected by the oil lamp at the corner of the corridor stairwell in the distance, and the rows of silent iron doors.
It was a big mental hospital, and it was terribly silent.
The barrage was confused by his behavior.
[No, wait, I thought he wanted to go back to the ward to hide, but he originally wanted to go to the toilet, I really felt confused]
[Are there any mistakes? What happened to this toilet last night, did he forget (panic face.jpg)]
[...I see now that I finally understand, in fact, he just wants to die.]
Even so, if Zong Jiu opens his personal homepage at this moment, he will find that the number of his live room has begun to skyrocket again.
It's good to be as steady as an ordinary trainee, and follow the team action, but it lacks the appreciation and fun of writing. Everyone likes to watch excitement. Zong Jiu showed enough excitement. What he played was heartbeat, which naturally attracted a large number of fans.
Finally, after confirming that there was nothing turbulent around him, Zong Jiu turned and walked into the bathroom.
Unlike usual, the pungent smell of disinfectant in the bathroom disappeared. Instead, there was a nauseating smell of blood.
Zong Jiu roughly estimated the position in his heart, and backhand took out a small wooden box from the pocket of the hospital gown.
Fortunately, the doctor only cut his shirt. If he cut his trousers as well, this thing would definitely be confiscated as a prohibited item. That Zong Jiu couldn't wait to explore in the dark now, but should enjoy the electric chair service.
His fingers flexibly drew a match from the wooden box and lighted it.
The barrage exclaimed.
[Fuck, what the **** is this box of matches? The mental hospital still gives patients this kind of stuff? 】
【? ? ? Does anyone tell me where did he get this box of matches? Mao Mao Doubt. jpg]
[Impossible, I have been following his live broadcast room, why didn't I find that he got a match! 】
The rising flames dispersed the surrounding darkness, gradually revealing the true features of the bathroom.
The shining range of a small cluster of firelight is really limited, but fortunately, Zong Jiu didn't experience the thrilling routine of a female ghost hanging upside down in front of him when he hit a match.
...Well, but it's not much better.