Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 95: When death is in progress

Chapter 95 Death in Progress

I didn't dare to speak, and moved slowly against the wall. The sudden darkness made me very uncomfortable, and I took every step very carefully.

About fifteen minutes later, someone suddenly took my hand, "Jiang Fei? Is that you?"

The touch from the fingertips is cold and smooth. This should be a woman's hand.

I was about to lift my phone when the lights in the hall returned to normal.

The dim light shone on my face, I frowned and looked around, Jiang Fei and the two children stood about two meters away from me: "It's not Jiang Fei, could it be Wang Yingnan who is holding my hand?"

There was an ominous premonition in my heart, I turned my head and looked, the door of the rehabilitation treatment room was opened, and a pale and thin woman was holding my hand.

"Patients? When did they run out?!"

I looked at the woman's face, she had short hair, she seemed very nervous at the moment, her lips were trembling, and she kept saying a word over and over again: "It's not me, it's not me..."

"What's wrong with you?"

"It's not me!" The female patient suddenly became excited, her left hand directly dug into the wound on my palm, and her right hand hidden behind her even waved a half-foot-long scalpel!

"Calm down!" I have never dealt with mental patients before. They don't play cards according to the routine, and they do things without rules and logic. It is difficult to judge what will be done in the next second.

I took a step back, and my feet seemed to be in a puddle, and the soles of my shoes felt sticky.

"This is it?" Looking down, I gasped, my feet were covered with blood at some point, and Wang Yingnan was lying in the middle of the pool of blood!

He was spitting blood and wanted to speak, but more blood spilled out of his mouth.

My pupils narrowed a little, and I stared at Wang Yingnan's neck, where there was a deep cut.

I want to lean over to take a closer look, but the hand is still being held by the female patient. She is very strong, and her skinny fingers are like fishhooks.

"It's not me, it's not me!" The woman also saw Wang Yingnan on the ground, and she began to lose control of her emotions, and the range of the scalpel was getting bigger and bigger.

"Don't be impulsive! I know it's not you!" Facing the mental patient, no matter how much I said, it would be pale, and she couldn't listen at all.

In desperation, I had no choice but to grab her wrist holding the knife and pin her to the ground.

"Jiang Fei, come help!" I grabbed the scalpel and controlled the mad woman, and only then did I have time to examine Wang Yingnan's body.

"One knife is fatal, but why does this method of cutting the throat look a bit strange?" I took the scalpel and stroked Wang Yingnan's neck twice.

"Gao Jian, what should I do with this woman?" Jiang Fei pressed the crazy woman's wrist by herself, with a horrified expression on her face, it must be the first time that the young miss of the Jiang family saw a dead person.

"Don't worry, I think she's not the only one in the ward just now, the murderer may not be her." Now is not the time to judge who the murderer is, the first task is to escape.

There is no way around, and some passages are locked with chains, and the keys in my hand will not open at all.

"Can you understand what I'm saying?" I turned the crazy woman's face to me, and she became irritable and yelled, but she didn't answer my question.

"Jiang Fei, you are holding a scalpel for self-defense. I'm afraid we are already being targeted." There is nowhere to escape, and I feel like retreating. It is only a few hours before dawn, and we can find a safe place , lock the door and wait until dawn, or hope that the police will arrive sooner.

This time the live broadcast is different from the previous ones, it's not ghosts and ghosts, but someone playing tricks!

Different from ghosts who only act on obsession, people are more complicated and have more things to consider.

"The safest way now is to kill all suspects, but in this way, what is the difference between us and those abusers?" After the short-haired crazy woman calmed down, I boldly entered the rehabilitation physical therapy room , Those few patients were still standing in the room stupidly.

"What are you doing?" I was suddenly stared at by a few cold eyes, and I soaked my forehead in cold sweat.

"Get treatment."

"No, we are atoning."

To my surprise, someone in the room answered my question. I finally found someone who can communicate with me normally!

"Who was talking just now?"

"It's me."

"No, it's me."

There were four people standing in the room, an old man over half a century old, a foolish pregnant woman, a middle-aged man with dark eyes, and a frail young man in his twenties.

It was the young man who spoke before, and he had several scars on his face from being burned by cigarette butts.

"I said so."

"No, I said it."

The young man tore his face, he was talking to himself, his expression was tangled and painful.

I watched it for a long time: "Could this be schizophrenia?"

"I'm not sick!"

"I'm not sick!"

Even if it means the same thing, he will say it twice, and then fall into the contradictions he has woven.

"I'm not sick, you are the one who is sick!"

"No, we were locked in because of you!"

Although it was difficult to communicate, I gained a lot of valuable information from the dialogue between these two different personalities of young people.

Henshan Psychiatric Hospital is a privately run psychiatric experimental institution. Their director is said to be a returnee with a doctorate in psychology. To the outside world, this psychiatric hospital is still operating normally, but they generally do not accept ordinary mental patients.

Usually, mental hospitals are divided into first-level wards and second-level wards. Patients who have just been admitted to the hospital will be observed in the first-level wards, with a limited range of activities. Only when they perform well will they be allowed to enter the second-level wards.

And some people whose condition keeps getting worse, and those who stay in the first-level ward for several years will be transferred to the isolation ward.

Most of the patients received by the Henshan Mental Hospital came from the isolation ward. They brought helpless patients from other hospitals into their own hospital through abnormal channels, and then conducted various psychological experiments.

Experiment sounds like a gentle and harmless word, but it actually symbolizes an unimaginable cruelty.

For example, local electric shock stimulation, and various dangerous drug attempts. Many times, this mental hospital is not helping the mental patients to recover, but destroying their spirits.

It takes months or even years to turn a crazy person back to normal, but it only takes a few hours to turn a crazy person into a fool.

In the quarrel between the two personalities of the young people, I also learned their names. The old man over half a century old is called Zhang Zhongyou, a homeless man who is taken in by a mental hospital and suffers from dementia.

The pregnant woman is called Beautiful Pig, which is a nickname given to her by the doctor, and she doesn't even remember her real name.

The middle-aged man with dark eyes is called Old G, who suffers from various mental illnesses, including claustrophobia, irritability, paranoid persecution and so on.

The short-haired man outside with a knife is called Strawberry. It is said that she likes strawberries very much.

The young man himself is called Han Le, and he is schizophrenic. He has three personalities, but the main one doesn't like to talk.

After getting a general understanding of the situation of these people, I asked a question that has troubled me for a long time: "You patients are receiving treatment in the recovery room, but why didn't I see the doctor?"

"The doctor just left."

"No, it's been a while."

According to Han Le, there were originally six people in the room, and the one who disappeared was the doctor.

"It seems that the person who killed Wang Yingnan is probably the disappeared doctor." I have seen the wound on Wang Yingnan's neck, the technique is very professional, only someone who often holds a scalpel can cut such a smooth wound.

But at this time, another doubt came to my mind: "No, why can people who treat mental illness use scalpels so skillfully? Does the other party often practice on living people secretly?"

As I was thinking, the lights outside flickered a few times, and then all the lights in the building went out again!

"Broken!"

The deep darkness came over me with fear, and I ran out of the room, but it was still a step too late.

A sharp female voice came from outside, and my heart skipped a beat when I heard this voice.

Stepping on Wang Yingnan's still-dried blood, I struggled forward in the dark corridor. The murderer was hiding somewhere, and a deadly scalpel might stick out from every blind spot of sight.

"Every time the lights go out, someone dies! I should have thought of that!"