Chapter 163 Black Cross

[When reality and fantasy are no longer distinct, fear is born]

"It's really a rotten ending."

"Wrong guess, this is not the end of the show."

"You haven't read it yet."

Stab it!

The glass window on the iron door shattered, and a pair of blood-stained hands came in.

Sam Neill woke up from the nightmare, his face pale.

Just now, after being awake for less than ten minutes, he fell asleep again, and dreamed of that weird town again:

Churches, wrist touches, monstrosities.

Children running around, evil black dogs, crazy pedestrians, wet and sticky iron gates, whispers that seem to come from the depths of the universe...

Thinking of this, Sam shivered, picked up the black crayon on the floor, listened to "We've Just Begun" from the aisle, and continued to redeem himself.

separated by a door.

Lu Li frowned.

What does this guy want crayons for? Like patient number eight, he imagined some weird creatures and wanted to draw them?

click.

At this time, the nurse pushed open the iron door.

"Doctor Lu, are you sure you don't want to accompany him? This patient has just been admitted to the hospital and his condition is very unstable. I'm worried..."

Having said that, Feng Ziliang raised his head and looked at the expressionless Lu Li.

Unfortunately, Professor Lu ignored his hint and picked up the wooden chair next to him:

"No, I'll call you if necessary."

"By the way, remember to close the door. I don't want to be disturbed when I'm diagnosing patients."

The truth is close at hand.

Without any reason to hesitate, Lu Li walked in quickly.

at the same time.

Looking at Lu Li's back, Feng Ziliang, who was guarding outside alone, suddenly smiled, showing his shark-like sharp teeth.

This ward is in a backlit place, and there is no chandelier installed, so the environment is dim.

And the only light source is a window, which is opened high on the wall and is entwined by a pile of dusty spider webs, with extremely poor light transmission, better than nothing.

rustle...

The sound of rubbing echoed in the ward.

At this moment, the key gentleman in Lu Li's eyes, Sam Neal, was lying on the ground, concentrating on painting.

black cross.

On the cushions used for sleeping, there are densely packed crosses. They are drawn with black crayons. It is obvious at a glance that it takes a lot of time to complete.

It will take about ten days.

From this point of view, this private detective has not been idle since he was admitted to the hospital.

With this in mind, Lu Li wanted to find out the truth even more, so he went straight to the point:

"Sam Neill, is it?"

Unfortunately, the detective was too busy drawing the cross to be distracted.

"Sam Neill?"

Lu Li spoke again, but still did not get an answer.

In desperation, he changed his way, sat on a chair, and whispered his opinion:

"The black cross originated from the crucifixion and resurrection of Christ. Over time, it has become a symbol of human suffering and hope."

"So, what have you been through?"

This time, Sam finally had a reaction. He knelt on the ground, his arms kept rising and falling, obviously speeding up the painting, and he said vaguely:

"Wait a moment."

Hearing this, Lu Li nodded his head, kept silent, and continued to look around——

Four sponge pads are attached to the wall to prevent the patient from hitting the wall and self-harm; one soft pad is used for sleeping; one small wooden barrel with a lid is unknown.

In comparison, the room where the doctor rests is indeed much more luxurious, but it is necessary to ignore those spirit bodies that will appear in the middle of the night and act strangely.

At this moment, Sam turned around, raised his head and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

Black cross!

This guy's face is covered with this kind of pattern, and the front of his clothes is covered with this kind of pattern, and his expression is also very strange, half a smile, which is easy to remind people of children. They are like this when they play house. The face is satisfied.

Really crazy?

Or, is there something unspeakable in my heart?

Looking at the ordinary-looking middle-aged man in front of him, Lu Li suppressed his complicated emotions and replied:

"I'm a new doctor."

"Trying to get you out of this damn place."

As for the method, Lu Li did not say, but it has already been hinted clearly.

He hopes that the other party can trust him, and no matter how bad it is, he can provide some key information

However, what was expected did not happen.

I saw Sam let out a sneer, and pointed to the mattress with a finger holding a crayon: "It took me a long time to decorate this place."

"Go? No, it's better to stay."

Before the dialogue even started, it reached an impasse.

After a moment of silence, Lu Li took out his phone from the inner pocket of his jacket and played a video:

The picture is not clear, but it is vaguely recognizable that this is a man with his hands bound, he is struggling constantly, and a group of nurses surround him, with two or three strokes, he is controlled and taken to a mental hospital.

"Is this you?"

"Resisted, didn't want to enter this insane asylum, and even kicked a nurse in the crotch."

"The person who took the video said that you tried your best to get out of here."

After saying that, Lu Li put the phone back to save the battery that could not be replenished.

The video, provided by investigators lurking nearby, recorded the entire process of Sam Neal's admission to the hospital.

Now, he says he doesn't want to leave.

Could it be that Dr. Bryan will drink ecstasy soup?

"um, I……"

Sam forced a smile, didn't pay attention to the source of this video, just whispered: "Sorry, I changed my mind."

The atmosphere became awkward.

One is eager to find out the truth, and the other is unwilling to cooperate.

click.

Lu Li lit a cigarette, shook his head, "Okay."

On the side, Sam swallowed his throat, stared at the cigarette case, hesitated for a long time, and begged, "Can you give me one?"

"certainly."

"Thanks."

Not long after, the two men smoked in this dimly lit room.

Frankly speaking, Lu Li has only one thought in his mind: let this key gentleman confide the truth.

Otherwise, why smoke this guy?

You know, there are only three cigarettes left in the box, no, there are two, he can't wait to smoke half of it and save the other half to smoke at night.

"These crosses are nicely decorated."

Lu Li flicked the cigarette ash, stared at the floor, not giving up, and said insinuatingly: "After Dr. Brian sees it, you really have to live here forever."

"And you, obviously normal."

Beside him, Sam let out a long breath, and the smoke filled the air.

Those eyes were clearly devoid of any emotion, but against the mysterious black cross on his cheeks and forehead, they suddenly became treacherous.

They stared at each other silently again.

Just when Lu Li decided to change the method and continue to test, Mr. Key said:

"You're waiting for me to say [them], aren't you?"

An inexplicable sentence.

Lu Li regained his energy, looked at Sam's tired face, and asked, "Who are they?"

"My [them]."

As he spoke, Sam turned to the mattress with a cigarette in his mouth, muttering to himself, "All mental patients have [them] in their hearts, no, it should be [them]."

"You want to hear about [them] from me, don't you?"

A smile appeared on his face again.

Seeing this, Lu Li got up, walked to the mattress and sat down, at the same time, passed out the last cigarette.