Chapter 162: A Crazy Work

Elegance never goes out of style.

The thin old man in front of him danced to the music, with an unabated smile on his face, with an extraordinary elegance.

Unfortunately, with the roster in hand, who wants to stare at a sick demon?

As for why the other party relaxed his vigilance so easily, Lu Li attributed it to: It should be taken for granted. After all, he has not revealed his identity and is now a doctor in the Cloverfield Asylum.

[Ward One: Ken Thompson]

[Ward Two: Jessica Edwin]

...

The sound of turning pages sounded, and the sight moved rapidly.

After a few breaths, Lu Li found his first target.

[Ward Nine: Sam Neal]

This private investigator, who has just been admitted to the hospital for ten days, may become a breakthrough in the investigation.

next...

【Ward No. 11: An Yuexuan】

After seeing the girl's name, Lu Xin heaved a sigh of relief.

Two important goals live close together, which can save a lot of time.

Almost forgot!

【Ward No. 10: Kong Liangyu】

Another oriental name, combined with what he saw when he first arrived yesterday, Lu Li can almost conclude that this kid is An Yuexuan's boyfriend, and he still has some reason.

The wards of the three were connected together.

Is it a coincidence?

Unlikely.

Unless the other party can predict the future, or, can see through people's hearts.

If this is the case, then you can only accept your fate, it is better to go straight to the topic.

Therefore, Lu Li suppressed his distracting thoughts, and whispered to the old Brian who was beside him with a devoted look and twisted his limbs: "Sir, I'm going to start from the first floor and examine the patients one by one."

"Remember to change into your clothes. Our hospital has corresponding rules, which must be followed."

Brian took the time to reply, and pointed behind him, "There is a new set over there, and nurse Feng prepared it in advance yesterday."

After the words fell, this weird old man continued to devote himself to the old disco.

A few minutes later.

Lu Li in a white coat walked towards the aisle.

The pace is steady and calm, and there is an indescribable momentum.

Not far away, several nurses subconsciously wanted to stop them when they saw the faces entering the restricted area.

【Doctor on duty】

Lu Li calmed down and pointed to the work card hanging on his chest.

"Hi doctor."

"Hi doctor."

The nurses bowed their heads and said hello.

Apparently, this is the right way for Cloverfield Asylum to unfold.

To put it bluntly, at this moment, Lu Li is standing at the top of the pyramid, the kind who has a head, a face and a face.

cough cough...

At least on the surface, it does.

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 to help.

Lu Li, with his hands behind his back, walked slowly, looking like a boss, until he saw an acquaintance.

Feng Ziliang!

The work sign posted on the wall indicated that this guy was the person in charge of wards nine to sixteen!

At the side, Feng Ziliang had noticed this place a long time ago, and seeing his eyes falling on him, he smiled even more, 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 Jarger, is it?"

Hearing this, the person in charge of the district immediately came over and replied, "That's right."

"Open it."

Lu Li restrained his expression 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 swung open.

There was a disgusting smell of urine, Lu Li frowned and stepped in.

On the wall whitewashed with white lime, there is a piece of dark brown dirt with an inexplicable shape, 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 it at all.

Immediately afterwards, a group of doodles attracted Lu Li's attention, which was very interesting:

A strange giant standing upright with two legs, with spines on the back, gills on the face, fins on both sides of the neck, and giant arms covered with fish scales;

A deformed octopus monster with a head like an octopus with many tentacles, a bloated body, and a pair of long and narrow wings behind it;

In addition, there are a few unfinished paintings, such as: a catfish man with a big head and a small body, a black ball full of dots...

"Mick Jarger."

"Have you seen these things?"

After admiring the paintings on the wall, Lu Li turned around and walked towards the hospital bed. His hopeless heart suddenly rose to anticipation.

On the wooden bed, a middle-aged man with a stooped figure and wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown was rolling on the spot, looking like a madman.

Perhaps because he sensed that someone was looking for him, the man became much quieter. He opened his skinny arms and held them high in front of his chest, his lips were trembling, and his eyes were wide open.

Seeing this, Professor Lu froze in place.

What kind of disease is this?

What do you want to express?

What medicine can be cured?

He is good at killing people, but he is not good at curing diseases.

After a few seconds of stalemate, the guy suddenly opened his mouth wide and straightened his body up, trying to hug Lu Li who was close to him. In the end, he just made a forward posture and fell down.

Bodily functions cannot keep up with consciousness.

If you are so weak, send it directly to the crematorium, it is hopeless...

Dr. Lu has a heart to cure diseases and save lives, but he has no skills at all.

"Lie down and have a good rest, I hope to see you again tomorrow... and new paintings..."

The door closes.

Seeing Lu Li's disappearing back, the man smiled silently, with saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth.

This kind of smile is very weird and elusive.

Gentle, cunning, ferocious, any kind of expression that belongs to human beings, can't touch it. If you have to describe it, it's like... like... craving!

It seems that Lu Li is regarded as a kind of food.

Lu Li didn't see this scene because of the iron gate and concrete wall. He found Mick Jarger's name on the list, drew a circle casually, and stood there for a while.

Frankly speaking, there was no point in doing this for Lu Li, it was just to put on a show, to prove that he had been here, and to leave room for the nurses to make up their minds.

"White lace and promises."

"Give you a blessing kiss, we are on the way."

Carpenter's classic songs still echo in the aisle.

Lu Li reckoned that time was enough, so he put down his pen, looked at the person standing behind him, and asked casually, "Brother Feng, does Sam Neal live in this ward?"

"That's right."

"Then, open it and have a look."

"Okay, if you need anything, come to me anytime."

Click.

There was the sound of the key entering the lock cylinder, and it began to turn.

Taking advantage of this gap, Lu Li lowered his head, glanced at the information in his hand, and asked:

"The documents show that this patient has only been in for ten days. During this period, did he make any demands?"

Feng Ziliang's smile froze, his hand turning the key slowed down, "There is only... one."

"A black crayon is leaving."