Joker Game (Fei Gua) Chapter 149: Number 3
"Wall?" Dr. Zhang put on a confused expression...
He recalled the situation in the surveillance video where the patient suddenly raised his head, and felt inexplicable...
"What is he doing staring at the wall?"
The wall is bare, not graffitied, white painted, empty. For a moment, Dr. Zhang seemed to feel that there was an indescribable weirdness about the wall.
Then, he looked at the camera on the door frame...
Stand up, adjust your direction towards the camera, and walk to the wall along the path of the patient in the video...
Because the camera is directly above the door frame, he is already out of the scope of the surveillance screen at his current position.
Speaking of which, that person just raised his head inexplicably, glanced at the wall, and then walked to where he was standing now... a minute later... went crazy?
"What's the matter?" He murmured to himself aloud, remembering the scene of the patient sleepwalking against the wall in the empty room at that time, a trace of pain appeared in his heart for no reason. Panic...
"Did he see something? That's why he came here? Could it be that there is something in this room that I can't see...?"
Dr. Zhang shook his head, letting himself stop those weird thoughts.
Then...he started knocking on the wall,
"Bang... bang"
The wall made a dull sound, without any empty sound, the wall is undoubtedly solid...
Of course he knows this.
Because there are many patients with neurasthenia in the mental hospital, all the wards here are made of solid materials with strong sound insulation effect. In other words, there is no way to hide anything in this wall, and it is impossible for the patient to hear outside sounds while lying on the wall.
He scratched his head in doubt... After that, he came to the door of the ward again.
After opening the door, in front of you is the horizontal corridor from when you came here, and the opposite is the wall. On the side where you are, there is a whole row of single wards that are far apart. There are no patients on both sides...
Both ends of the corridor extend to the corner of the building. The overhead light shines on the tiles on the ground, reflecting the outline of the light tube. window.
Because the hospital has a strict schedule, the patients have already returned to the ward at night, and the corridor must be empty. Dr. Zhang has worked in this mental hospital for a long time and knows the structure of this building well, so He also just casually glanced at both ends of the corridor, then looked away.
He came to the opposite wall where he was standing in the ward just now, knocked first, then carefully looked at the tiles under his feet, then the ceiling above his head, and the opposite wall
Immediately afterwards, he discovered... There was nothing suspicious on this side of the corridor.
Could it be...that patient really just had a sudden relapse and aggravation of mania without any trigger?
He couldn't help thinking about it, but as soon as the idea came up, Dr. Zhang laughed at himself. He knew it was impossible, because it didn't conform to the development of the disease at all.
"I'm sure there's something I haven't discovered yet..." He muttered disbelievingly. In his heart, there was a voice that kept reminding him that all of this was caused by the new patient. .....
Therefore, Dr. Zhang returned to the ward....... Standing by the wall, stretched his hands on the wall, groping as if he was going to sweep the wall.
This wall is not big, so it is easy to touch all over it.
Suddenly, his hand stopped, and he felt a strange touch between his fingertips and the wall
...He looked over, and there was a small strange spot on the white wall paint, which looked like a scratch made with a fingernail, but the mark on the wall paint was not very sharp, but inward It's sunken in, so you can't see it unless you look carefully.
Doctor Zhang frowned and stared there, and he was also surprised to find that near the scratch, there were several similar scratches not far apart
Could it be the patient who scratched it?
But why did he scratch?
Dr. Zhang thought about it,
Suddenly, his eyes widened, as if he had thought of something.
Yes, he finally thought about what the vague feeling of weirdness was when he saw the wall just now.
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People have a problem, that is, they often see a picture, but their brains choose not to remember it... It's like a pair of shoes that have been worn for many years, but few people know how many shoes are on them. A hole for shoelaces...
Like this wall, Dr. Zhang visits these wards almost every day to check on patients, and on the wall of each ward, there is a timetable to remind patients to get up at what time , the kind of form for things like taking medicine at what time.
But until now... he didn't realize that the watch was missing in this room!
Almost in the next second, Dr. Zhang concluded that the watch was definitely torn off by the patient who suddenly went crazy,
And he is also a doctor after all, he is not too stupid, he knows that this must be a message from the patient!
Seeing a flash of inspiration in Dr. Zhang's eyes, he rushed out of the ward quickly and took out the keys in his pocket at the same time.
The on-duty doctor in the mental hospital will have a key that can open all the wards in the current ward, which is also designed to prevent some patients from locking themselves in the ward. So, he came to another ward on the side and opened it directly with the "master key".
After that, without even turning on the light, with the help of the light from the corridor, the "schedule" on the wall was removed! Immediately afterwards, he ran back to the ward just now, hurriedly pressed his hand to the wall again, and groped for the places where the scratches were on the top.
Finally, he touched a strange place again. It felt very special and sticky, a feeling that could only be left after the tape was torn off. And using this place as the starting point, I found three other sticky "tape marks" around, which happened to be the four corners of an A4 paper.
Doctor Zhang knew that he guessed right, so he couldn't wait to pick up the "schedule" in his hand and aim it at the four corners, and pasted the paper on it again.
...In this way, the wall returned to its "original shape".
He looked at the wall that was much pleasing to the eye, and took a deep breath.
"Let me see what you want to tell me..." He said affectionately and seriously, and slowly stroked the "timetable", feeling the few pages under the paper. Scratches...
"Wake up...wash up...radio gymnastics..." Dr. Zhang said to himself.
"8 o'clock in the morning!"
Suddenly, he stopped, and the first scratch appeared on the table at 8 o'clock.
He thought for a few seconds, and found that he still couldn't understand what the patient meant, so he didn't struggle and continued to explore.
The next few scratches appeared in the time periods of "13 o'clock", "16 o'clock" and "20 o'clock".
At this time, as long as you think about it for a while, you will know that what the patient wants to tell the doctor should be these sets of numbers!
Dr. Zhang took out a pen from his jacket pocket, and wrote it down directly in the space next to the "schedule".
"8, 13, 16, 20."
He frowned, looked at the numbers in front of him, and felt clueless...According to his understanding, the patient should have left scratches on the words, and then pieced together A complete sentence or a name, location and other information is right. What is the matter with leaving four numbers? Could it be that the neuropathy foresaw the next Shuangseqiu number? Or, is there a safe that requires a password to open and hasn't been found yet?
Um, compared with these nonsense conjectures, it seems that the most plausible possibility is that these are just a few meaningless "clicks" on the wall by a psychopath!
"Ah... Is it because I've been figuring it out on my own all this time!"
Dr. Zhang sighed and felt for a moment that he was being played. The original energy of "chasing the truth" was gone.
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In the dead of night, people are always full of inspiration~
Just when he was about to scold himself, telling himself to give up this unrealistic delusion...
He froze for a moment
"Phone number!!!"
Dr. Zhang didn't say it silently in his heart, but shouted it out directly!
In this era of popular mobile phones, he can't remember the last time he called the "landline number", but at this moment, he is very sure that this is the meaning of this group of numbers.
So he quickly pulled out his mobile phone and directly entered this phone number
"8131620"
A mental patient who suddenly went crazy, before going crazy, the phone left behind, what could it be on the other end?
As he was thinking, his fingers began to hang tremblingly above the "Dial" key...
After a few seconds, he seemed to have finally made up his mind, "Fight it!", and pressed it!
"beep"
A burst of busy tone
Doctor Zhang felt a little flustered.
Suddenly, the phone was connected, and then a sharp voice rang
"Hey Hey"
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At this moment, Dr. Zhang's heart suddenly jumped into his throat, he was very scared, but he didn't know why, it seemed that this laughter aroused some kind of fear deep in his heart.
At the next moment, Dr. Zhang suddenly opened his eyes.
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In front of me, there is a moldy wall, which looks like it was built with large blocks of bricks in the last century. After nearly a hundred years of erosion, it has become bald. From the left and right sides of the line of sight, you can see the edge of this wall, which is connected to the other two similar walls at right angles.
As can be seen from this view, this is a small room, and it has definitely not been visited in decades.
But as a person who just opened his eyes, Dr. Zhang found himself in an unfamiliar environment, so he didn't have the heart to care about it.
"Fuck!"
Like all the people who wake up in a nightmare, he cursed like a conditioned reflex, and then quickly looked down at himself, and then he found that he was sitting on a wooden chair.
Immediately, his first thought was to sit up quickly, but the moment he stood up, a huge force suddenly pulled him back to the seat.
At this time, he realized that there was a belt around his waist, which bound him like a seat belt on a passenger car.
"What the hell!!" He yelled in horror, and found that his hands were not bound, so he wanted to untie the belt in a panic...
Suddenly!
"You're awake..."
A male voice suddenly came from his left side.
"Fuck!"
Dr. Zhang was taken aback again, and cursed reflexively. At the same time, he turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound.
In the open space next to him, stood a man, less than 30 years old, with eyes, wearing a hospital gown, he could tell that he was not tall, not very strong, and his hair was a little long. At this moment, this man He was staring at himself intently.
At this time, Dr. Zhang had also untied the belt around his waist, and stood up quickly. He tried his best to recover from the "serial shock" just now, and pulled away from the other party cautiously. some distance.
"Who are you?"
He asked a question that he would definitely ask when he met a stranger.
The other party obviously knew that the other party had just woken up and would be in such a flustered state, so the man raised his hands tentatively, pressed down dumb, and responded
"Calm down, I just woke up a few minutes earlier than you... My name is Liu Yi!"
Dr. Zhang also regained his composure now. He looked up and down the stranger opposite him, and found that the stranger was thin and thin. He looked like a standard nerd, even if he was hostile~IndoMTL.com~ It might not be the case I was able to beat myself, so I relaxed a little and began to observe the surrounding environment.
This is a small and musty space, less than 20 square meters, surrounded by bald walls, surrounded by black and red bricks, and on the wall behind, there is an old wooden door that is half open , due to the angle, I can't see what's outside clearly, but some faint light shines in, otherwise it might be invisible here.
The ground is a broken and rotten floor, and it is very painful to step on. The ceiling is very low, and you can touch it by jumping up. There is a small round hole in the middle, which seems to be used to connect the wires of the electric lights. Of course, the wires have long since rotted...
Looking at it this way, this place should be a building that was decades or even a hundred years ago. There are no decorations or furniture around it, just bare walls, and in the middle of the room are two chairs.
And these two chairs will definitely not be included in the furniture, because they look like a kind of eerie feeling, as if they were refitted with that kind of "electric execution chair". There is a restraint belt at the position...and at the top of the back of the chair, which is where the "head" is, five thick iron wires protrude, one on the top of the head and two on each side, which crudely outlines the shape of a head. The shape, but it is obviously several times larger than the head, and it cannot touch the head. On the top of the wire, there are three nondescript round iron pieces. In short, this design makes the two chairs look extraordinarily weird.
Dr. Zhang frowned and couldn't help asking
"What the **** is this?"