My House of Horrors Chapter 157: Victim
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There is a slight smell in the air. The closer it seems to Third Sick Hall, the stronger the smell.
The corridor between Second Sick Hall and Third Sick Hall is locked, and an iron door separates two sick halls.
Through the gap of the iron door, you can vaguely see the scenario in the Third Sick Hall. The tables and chairs are tossing down, and a lot of bedding is thrown in the corridor. What is even stranger is that there are bulging under the bedding, as if something is covered.
Chen Ge stood next to the rusty iron door and stared at the keyhole on the iron door. He had been on the third floor of Second Sick Hall for some time.
"Double-sided lock cylinder?"
Most of the access doors of psychiatric hospitals are double-sided lock cores. In an emergency, you can lock the iron door regardless of which side it is on, prohibiting internal and external passages, and blocking a certain area.
Originally, this was only an obscure point, but it attracted Chen Ge's attention.
He took the key left by Wang Haiming from his pocket and tried it in the keyhole.
It may be because the keyhole has not been maintained for a long time, the keyhole has been rusted, and the key cannot be inserted at all.
"It seems that I think too much, this key is not the access door key." Compared with the tooth height and pitch of the keyhole and the key, Chen Ge once again collected Wang Haiming's key.
When he entered the rehabilitation center, he noticed that most of the ward doors are single-sided lock cylinders, and the keyhole is very small, so that the key cannot be inserted at all.
"The key was brought by Wang Haiming from Third Sick Hall, and the door corresponding to the key may be in Third Sick Hall. Let's boldly guess that there are only nine patients in Third Sick Hall. Will the disappeared Room 3 patient be Wang Haiming? "
Chen Ge cannot be sure of his guess. If it is Wang Haiming, the hospital should keep a discharge record, but Dr. Gao has searched all the information and has no information about Ward No. 3.
"Only one Wang Haiming should not be worthy of the hospital ’s destruction of all materials and records."
The water in this sick building is a bit deep. Chen Ge is not too interested in what happened here five years ago. He just wants to find the clues left by his parents and how to close "Door".
Entering the corridor on the third floor, Chen Ge took a flashlight and walked carefully in front of a ward.
"Will the person you saw in the middle of the gallery just hide in a certain room?"
Come to the end of the promenade on the third floor, Chen Ge stopped at the door of an unknown room.
There is a strong musty smell in this room, and the door is not the same as other hospital rooms, with a brand new big lock.
"There is no rust on the lock. This lock is the same as the lock on the First Sick Hall gate. They are newly installed." Chen Ge tried Wang Haiming's key and tried it, but it still couldn't be opened.
He glanced back at the dark corridor, and after confirming that no one was nearby, he lifted the tool hammer to pry the lock straight away from the door panel.
"Fortunately, it is a wooden door. If it is replaced with an iron door, I may not be able to enter."
Pushing the door of the room, the thick musty smell came, and the house was piled with hill-like sick clothes and bed linen.
"This should be Second Sick Hall's laundry room." Chen Ge stood up straight, and the camera on his chest recorded everything, including those he said.
In a dangerous situation, he did not dare to relax and communicate with his friends. He just stood at his own point and said what he thought and saw, just like he was doing a real horror documentary.
The musty smell in the laundry room diminishes the odor of the sick building itself, and the air in the room becomes sticky and uncomfortable.
Churning into discomfort, Chen Ge entered it.
The room is very large. There are several washing machines and special disinfection equipment near the wall. In addition, there are only a pile of dirty clothes and moldy and smelly sheets and bedding.
"This house doesn't look too much, why should it be locked?" Chen Ge focused his attention on the pile of dirty clothes. He resisted the unpleasant smell and used the tool hammer to pull out the outside bedding.
"I always feel there is something hidden in it." Chen Ge speeded up his movement, and when he lifted a coat full of stains, the tool hammer hit the iron bar and made a crisp sound.
"Iron cage?" He moved a quilt on top of it, and the picture in front of him thrilled him.
An iron cage is hidden under the bedding, and a young woman with a shaved head is in the cage!
My mouth was stuffed with a moldy pillowcase, and my hands were tied to the iron cage. The woman ’s mental state was not very stable. I watched Chen Ge shaking his head desperately, waving his hands, and kicking the cage with his feet out.
Chen Ge did not respond for a while. He did not expect to find a living person under a pile of dirty clothes.
At the moment, the live broadcast room also exploded, and the barrage screen was swiped. Even because there were too many speakers, even the live broadcast had a slight pause.
After Chen Ge quietly retreated, he was still very cautious, first closed the door, and then pushed the washing machine by the wall behind the door.
He was afraid of being attacked from behind and blocked the door before he dared to approach the cage.
"Can you understand what I said?" As soon as Chen Ge approached, the woman in the cage began to resist desperately, unable to communicate at all.
"There are no wounds on the body and no oil stains on the lips. This woman was not transferred from the First Sick Hall iron cage. There may be other people around."
Chen Ge ripped off the bedding next to him, and there were three iron cages hidden in this odor.
The three iron cages are placed like finished products, just like the three sick buildings in the rehabilitation center.
The woman is in the middle. On her left is an old man with uneven hair. She looks sixty or seventy years old, skinny, with oily stains on her mouth and fingers. On the right of the woman is a pale skin, which seems to have not seen sunlight for a long time Middle-aged man, who saw Chen Ge coming in, his eyes were very strange, intertwined with excitement, disgust and fear.
"Three people?"
Things exceeded Chen Ge's expectations. His face was uncertain and thoughts came out of his mind.
Tighten the tool hammer, Chen Ge and the three iron cages keep a certain distance.
In a dangerous environment, when encountering three strangers, the safest way is not to believe what they say, nor to take the risk of approaching them, because the murderer may be hidden in them.
Chen Ge walked around them in a circle. The cage was not big. It was not prepared for anyone. The living people got into it and could not even turn around.
"Three iron cages, only women's hands and feet are restricted, and their mouths are also blocked." There are more and more doubtful places. If all three are victims, why is it that the restricted movement is strength? The youngest woman?
The old man on the left and the middle-aged man on the right, a dumb and dull, a facial expression is very rich, neither of their hands and feet are restrained, but no one asks for help, so it shrinks in the iron cage and looks at Chen song.
Compared with the live broadcast room of the barrage, Chen Ge was extremely calm. He held a tool hammer and stood in front of the three iron cages: "How long have you been locked here?"