Santilia One?

An underground madhouse?

1959？

The English letters on the iron sign, which had long been blurred, made Lin Feng a little confused.

An underground madhouse?

What the heck?

Could it be that this underground fortification, which suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, was nothing more than a mental hospital that was built in the last century and later abandoned?

It feels outrageous.

I can't figure it out.

First of all, why was a psychiatric hospital built underground?

What's in there?

Secondly, why is the location of a medical institution in the wilderness where birds don't poop?

Is it true that someone would send a patient to such a dark place?

Also, the year 1959.

Does it have any special implications?

What is the connection between Lin Zedi's stele and this madhouse?

For a while, countless questions were like a blind ball of thread, in Lin Feng's mind, entwined in all directions, and the more they were organized, the more chaotic they became.

No matter how he reasoned, he still couldn't find a suitable breakthrough to solve the logical relationship of these mysterious images!

After muttering for a while, Lin Feng didn't think much about it, stared at the rusty line of English, slowly opened his mouth, and translated the English on the iron sign to the audience in the live broadcast room:

"It's an abandoned psychiatric hospital. ”

"But I don't know what this 'Santilia One' means, maybe it's the name of this madhouse, or maybe it's some kind of code name. ”

"1959, which should represent the founding time of the madhouse, I don't know if you still remember, before we met a stone tablet in the forest, and this year also appeared on it. ”

"For some reason, I always felt that there was some kind of intrinsic connection between the two......"

At the end of the paragraph, he took a breath and changed the conversation:

Perhaps, the key to uncovering these secrets lies in this underground madhouse. Brothers, I decided to go in and have a look, to satisfy my curiosity, and if possible, to gather some more supplies, maybe there will be equipment that will be useful to me. ”

After the words fell, Lin Feng cautiously followed the iron gate and walked into the courtyard surrounded by barbed wire, looking left and right.

The yard was very dilapidated, barren and uneven.

When the evening breeze blows, it rustles, and it is dry and yellow, which is incompatible with the vibrant midsummer scene.

The entrance to the underground madhouse, just in front of it, is a tunnel mouth that resembles a bomb shelter.

Weeds are messy around.

If you don't look closely, it's really hard to spot.

Looking inward along the doorway, the cave is pitch black, with several steps, leading to the depths, and there is no end in sight, and there seems to be no end!

This scene under the camera filled the live broadcast room with a terrifying atmosphere.

Especially this incomprehensible hole.

It's really quirky.

Standing there is as if you are standing on the border of hell, and your whole body will be enveloped in cold moisture.

"Damn, it's terrifying!"

"Abnormal Human Research Center?"

"I'll go, sitting in front of the screen, I can feel the gust of wind, Master Feng, I advise you to be kind!"

"A creepy scene!"

"Don't go down, right?"

"Don't, go down, I want to see!"

“+1”

Soon, the fans had their own opinions, divided into two factions, and quarreled endlessly.

Looking at the barrage, Lin Feng stood at the entrance of the cave and wandered for a while, and suddenly said, "Don't make any noise, everyone." ”

"Now that I've come across it, I've decided to go down and take a look, maybe I'll find useful equipment inside. As it stands, even a piece of rope would help me a lot. ”

"Don't worry, I'm measured. ”

As he spoke, Lin Feng leaned out, followed the steps, and looked down.

In sight, there is darkness.

The air is gloomy and cold.

And it's quite humid.

Immediately afterwards, a foul musty smell broke into the nasal cavity, and just by sniffing it, you will feel dizzy.

Seeing this, he turned back to the drone and explained: "It's very deep inside, the air quality is also very poor, and the smell is very strong. ”

"I can't just go on like this, I have to make a torch for lighting and warning, it's safer. ”

As he spoke, he took a few steps back, untied his backpack, took out the tinder box, and took out the small piece of beeswax stored inside:

"Beeswax is a fatty substance that burns continuously, and it is especially suitable for making torches, which is no less effective than kerosene, and if it is melted into grease, it can easily burn for hours...... OK, let's sir fire. ”

After a day of exposure, the scorching sun makes these weeds growing in the water very dry.

Lin Feng casually cut two handfuls to act as a firestarter, and then cut some branches and an arm-thick oak trunk nearby.

Because of the tinder box, he returned to the courtyard again, and it only took less than half a minute for Lin Feng to obtain a small bonfire.

While waiting for the fire to burn, he has been trimming the trunk with a knife and making it into a torch shape.

"Well, that's pretty much it. ”

As he spoke, he shook the torch blank in front of the camera, "Wait, I'm going to tear my T-shirt into strips of cloth, dip them in beeswax, and then wrap the strips of cloth around them, which will maximize the burning time, which is much better than applying it directly to the wood." ”

Five minutes later, the fire was getting louder and brighter.

Seeing this, Lin Feng hurriedly unbuttoned his undershirt, took off the white T inside, tore it into strips of cloth, and spread it on the ground.

Then from the fire, take a stick with a flame on it, and put it under the beeswax to roast.

When exposed to fire, the hard wax instantly softens, and is soon melted into a liquid, falling drop by drop on the strip of cloth.

After a while, all the beeswax in his hand was burned.

At this time, the strip of cloth was also soaked in yellow grease.

After waiting for a while, Lin Feng touched it with his hand and felt that it was almost there, so he wrapped the strip of cloth around the top of the torch.

"Alright, let's check it out. ”

After the words fell, he hurriedly put on his undershirt and put on his backpack.

With a jungle axe in one hand and a torch in the other, he plunged into the fire.

"Boom~!"

With a "boom", the flames on the cloth strip burned at the top of the torch in an instant.

Then, he gestured OK to the camera, then stepped up into the cave and walked down the stairs!

After walking for a while, Lin Feng finally saw the situation inside clearly by the light of the fire.

The tunnel is deep and large, with dilapidated concrete steps, wet, that can accommodate two people walking side by side.

However, except for the light of the torches, there was almost darkness ahead, except for the faint sound of water droplets, occasionally heard in the silence.

"Tick!"

"Tick!"

"Tick!"

Hearing the sound, Lin Feng raised the torch and shone it on the top of his head.

In addition to the condensed water droplets on the ceiling, there are rows of white emergency lights and intricate electrical wires.

Seeing this, Lin Feng explained:

"See? There's emergency lights and wires, and if we can find a generator, we might be able to light it up again. ”

"666, generate electricity with love!"

"No, it's been so many years, can it still be used?"

"Hand generator, it should work!"

", it's so scary here~!"

Different from the bustle of the live broadcast room, except for the sound of water droplets and Lin Feng's panting, no other movement was heard in the tunnel.

The light of the torches was erratic, but it seemed that there was no intention of extinguishing it.

Seeing this, Lin Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed his vigilance a little, and at the same time accelerated his pace.

However, the smell in the air is really a bit unpleasant.

The dampness of the earth mixed with the disgusting musty smell was particularly pungent.

After about five minutes of walking, the stairs finally came to an end.

At that time, a rusty fire door appeared in front of Lin Feng.

Inside the fire, there is a dark corridor, there is no light, but faintly, you can see the rooms on both sides.

Look down again.

The ground is covered with white tiles that stretch into the distance.

They are hidden in the darkness, and they can't see why.

Lin Feng walked down the steps slowly, looked around with a torch, and then decisively pushed open the half-covered fire door and strode in.

But before he could go far, he saw a guide map of the B1 floor of the madhouse on the wall.

There are some important facilities such as the main passages, entrances, lobbies, service desks, examination rooms, outpatient clinics, ward A, ward B, ward C, waiting halls, social services departments, etc.

In addition, in the upper right corner, the floor information is also marked: B1.

Seeing this, Lin Feng hurriedly panned the camera, turned on the night shooting mode, and then immediately explained:

"This is the underground madhouse, the floor plan of the B1 floor, where most of the basic services are provided, there are wards, waiting halls and emergency clinics. ”

"Look here. ”

As he spoke, he pointed to a staircase pattern at the easternmost end of the plan:

"There are stairs here. ”

In other words, the hospital is not just on the B1 floor, there is space underneath. ”

"This map is very helpful to me, I have to take it off, and with it, I won't be scurrying around like a headless fly. ”

As he spoke, Lin Feng took out a knife, smashed the framed frame in just one click, took off the drawing, stuffed it into his trouser pocket, and then continued to walk deeper into the corridor.

The scale of this underground madhouse was completely beyond his imagination, it was comparable to a super laboratory, with all kinds of facilities and wards, covering an area of at least a thousand square meters!

In the darkness, he walked forward for a while, and suddenly, the road forked in three ways, separated by a column.

On the columns, there are pointing arrows and necessary callouts.

On the left-hand side, is Ward A?

On the right-hand side, is Ward B?

As for the front, it seems to be the waiting hall, the service desk and the back office?

Because the handwriting on the sign was really blurry, Lin Feng could only look at it roughly.

Standing in front of the pillar, he half-looked and half-guessed for a while, and tried a lot of effort, but in the end, he didn't come to a correct conclusion.

Helplessly, he muttered:

"Brothers, there are almost no complete letters in English on the signage, so I can only guess, the waiting room, the service desk and the logistics room are likely to be in front of it? The waiting room and the service desk are nothing, but the logistics room is really important, and there should be the equipment I need. ”

"If you're lucky, you might find ropes, fire axes, cut-resistant gloves or something, let's go there first. ”

"Let's go. ”

After the words fell, Lin Feng followed the guide map and the arrow indication, bypassed the column, and prepared to continue forward.

However, just as he was walking away, a photograph on the pillar immediately caught his attention.

The photograph was framed in a large frame, covered with cobwebs and dust.

Because of the heavy moisture, the framed photo has been wrinkled and slightly yellowed.

However, fortunately, there is the protection of the mirror, so you can still see the image in the photo.

The content of the photograph is a portrait.

Whites.

Probably forty or fifty years old.

He wears a white lab coat, a stethoscope around his neck, and a thick beard on his mouth.

It's like laughing.

Shallow, gentle, and a little imperceptible.

At the bottom of the photo, there are two rows of dense English, which have long been blurred due to the influence of moisture.

However, Lin Feng still took advantage of the firelight to bring his face closer and looked at it word by word:

Ben Benjamin (1903-), a famous American psychologist***** psychoanalytic ******** program...... Head. ”

This is the first row in English.

The content is the life of the character.

After reading through it carefully, Lin Feng looked at the camera and explained to the audience in a low voice: "The English meaning of this paragraph is probably that the bearded man in the photo, whose name is Benjamin, was born in 1903 and died in an unknown year, which says that he is a psychologist and psychoanalyst. ”

The handwriting behind is really unclear, but if you look at the context, you can analyze a little meaning. ”

As he spoke, Lin Feng pointed to the letters P and N behind "psychoanalysis":

"Look here, everybody. ”

“p…… n is a broken word, of course, this is not the point, the point is behind it, but there is a complete word: it means the person in charge. So according to the context, I analyze, the letter between p and n, should be la, that is, the meaning of plan. ”

Therefore, the meaning of the whole sentence should be that this Benjamin's doctor is the person in charge of a 'project' or 'medical project' of this madhouse, and it is very likely that he is the director or the attending doctor or something, otherwise it would not be possible to hang such an exaggerated portrait here. ”

As he spoke, he continued to look down.

The second paragraph in English is not much better.

The ink is very disordered.

"Attending Doctor, Santilia ******* No. 1****** 1959***** Fish **** Experiment ****** Surviving *******"

The amount of information given in this passage is too little.

All words are preambles and not afterwords.

Lin Feng thought about it for a long time, but he didn't have a clue.

Seeing this, he could only say softly: "The following handwriting is no longer clear, and only a few words can still be recognized...... But the content should be a biography of the character and a brief introduction to this medical project. ”

"As I guessed, the bearded man was indeed the attending physician of a medical program, and the name of the program seemed to be 'Santilia'......? Not so sure. ”

"There are so few words that I can see. ”

The latter words are mostly about the description of this medical project. ”

"I've guessed based on the context, and it's not necessarily true, but just listen to it: in 1959, they found a fish that could develop a new cure for mental illness, and who survived, and maybe that's what it means......"

"Damn, 666!"

"Kaede Translation!"

"This translation is not only embarrassing, but also embarrassing, and that embarrassing is too embarrassing......"

"Honey Translation!"

"Laughing pee~!"

"It's so scary to look at here, the baby is so scared!"

"Come to a yellow pee, you won't be afraid when you wake up"

Leaving the pillar, Lin Feng held the torch in his hand and continued to walk forward slowly.

Soon, he crossed the corridor and came to a hall.

In the hall, the facilities are outdated and crooked.

A bar, rows of rotten wooden chairs, broken lights, rusty drip racks, and countless disorganized hospital beds with rotten quilts.

By the light of the fire, Lin Feng's eyes widened and he looked around.

Finally, in the corner of the bar, a wooden door was found, and the door number read in English: Back Office.

Seeing this, he hurriedly said:

"Guys, it seems that I guessed correctly, the logistics room is really here, there may be equipment we need there, let's go there first. ”

As the words fell, he stepped forward and walked towards the wooden door of the logistics room.

At this time, there was a sudden and surprisingly quiet in all directions.

At some point, the water droplets on the ceiling seemed to stop dripping.

In the entire hall, only his footsteps could be heard softly!

But in the next second, a crisp metal collision sound broke the peaceful situation at once.

"Clank!"

Hearing this, Lin Feng's nerves suddenly tensed.

When I went up and down, I was crispy and numb.

Seeing this, he hurriedly turned his head and looked in the direction from which the voice came!

At the end of the corridor, there was no light, and it was frighteningly dark.

But in this darkness, faintly, he seemed to see a vague figure......

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