Chapter 95: The Deceitful (I)
In fact, there seems to be no difference between a psychiatric hospital and an ordinary hospital, at least, from the appearance and layout of the entire hospital, as well as the smell of disinfectant water, are the same.
Wu Pengpeng thinks so.
She is currently in the lobby on the first floor, with a small supermarket on the left and a pharmacy and a toll desk on the other side.
In many hospitals, the first floor of the inpatient building seems to look like this.
However, it may be that because it is a closed management and family members cannot enter the hospital, this toll desk has been abandoned, the window is blocked by iron plates, and the front of the desk is full of dust.
Wu Pengpeng is not from Licheng City, and she didn't know that the Third Hospital was a psychiatric hospital at first, but when she saw a few patients and carefully checked the distribution of departments on each floor, it was naturally clear.
She is a small cadre of the agency, and her main job is network supervision. In her own city, there are also psychiatric hospitals, and when she first issued the requirement of "unified national closed management of psychiatric hospitals", there were still many people who took advantage of this to make trouble, and her duty was to control and delete those dissatisfied comments left on the Internet.
Therefore, she knows that the psychiatric hospital is closed management, and she also knows that many ordinary people do not know.
It's just, it's very vague, it's just, she doesn't believe it.
"What are you kidding, there are patients in a psychiatric hospital who have special functions? It's illegal to spread rumors, don't these brainless netizens know? ”
Wu Pengpeng remembered a comment that he deleted some time ago, and felt a little funny.
Her favorite thing to do is to surf the Internet and vent her emotions to her heart's content.
It's funny to say, her job is to process online speech, but her favorite thing is to carry the keyboard and become a Zuan pianist, proficient in "ten sprays in a second", "old onmyoji without swearing", "lever principle" and other basic operations of keyboard warriors.
When she sees someone commenting on a certain post and it doesn't like her eyes, she will scold, speak rudely, and make the other party an orphan in minutes, as if the other party's horse is either in the crematorium or on the way to the crematorium.
If she feels that what the other party said is wrong, she will go to the bar, others will be reasonable, she will play the emotional card, and others will talk about feelings, and she will be reasonable.
Even if others just share their feelings, or if there is really nothing to spray, she has to leave a word.
If you encounter someone who can't win a scolding, or if her remarks have caused a lot of people to attack, she will occasionally abuse her power and delete the entire post.
The reason is really easy to find, spreading feudal superstitions, false remarks, and the risk of leading minors to bad behavior, etc.
One is looking for it, and one is accurate.
Until, one day, she received a thin script at home. Until, she curiously opened the script, and then inexplicably came to a small room.
When she participated in the first scene, Wu Pengpeng still didn't believe it, thinking that it was a reality show.
Even in the first scene, she saw the horror with her own eyes; Even in the second scene, she saw with her own eyes that the murderer who was voted for was cut in front of them, and blood was spilling out.
Wu Pengpeng still couldn't believe it.
An elite person who claims to be high above will not believe in such vain things.
But, reality slapped her in the face and told her to live.
Because in the second scene, her yin and yang weird tone with her arrogant tone and completely unsociable behavior almost made the other acting members vote that she was the murderer.
Without him, he just wants her to die.
If it weren't for the fact that in that scene, the flaws of the real murderer were too obvious, and the contradictions in the words before and after were too illogical, maybe it would be Wu Pengpeng who would have been voted.
According to the rules, if the murderer is guessed incorrectly, everyone other than the murderer will be punished with death at random.
As soon as she thought of this, Wu Pengpeng changed a lot, at least, she was willing to cooperate with others, at least, she would restrain her temper and not let herself be so high-profile.
But this third scene is also too weird.
Although I think this psychiatric hospital is not much different from an ordinary hospital, there are doctors, there are patients, the sun is shining, and the environment is beautiful.
But Wu Pengpeng always felt stuffy in his chest and uncomfortable.
As she saw more and more patients with dull faces and blank eyes, like walking corpses, she realized that something was wrong with her.
It's lifeless.
There are few voices in the hospital except for the voices of the strangely behaved patients, and the doctors and nurses talk only in the voices they can hear each other, as if deliberately lowering the volume.
The patients in each ward seem to be living in their own world, revealing a trace of eccentricity.
The hospital is closed to the outside, but the interior is completely open.
The door of the ward is open, and patients can walk around any area such as the corridor and the green area at will.
The doctors and nurses were doing what they were supposed to do, and there was no expression on their faces, like robots in white coats.
Wu Pengpeng even found that he couldn't see the duty offices of doctors and nurses at all.
It seems that on every floor of the entire building, there are only patient rooms with wide open doors, like a hotel and a prison.
What's more, Wu Pengpeng feels like a transparent person, and the doctors and nurses will not greet her, as if they can't see her.
Occasionally, a few of the patients would take the initiative to smirk at her, or even look at her with a greedy gaze.
It's just that Wu Pengpeng hopes that these patients really can't see her.
The heels stepped on the floor, making a sound like a stone crashing, crisp and loud.
Wu Pengpeng, who was disgruntled, suddenly turned around and roared angrily: "Hey, how long are you going to follow me, why don't you go to find the three men before, what have you been doing with me as a woman?" ”
Behind her, she was always followed by the man named Liang Hongxin, who was about twenty-five or sixteen years old, with many pus-covered acne on his face, and a piece of red skin covered with small yellow spots one after another, which made people really want to help him.
The man didn't say a word, just followed her submissively, with his head down, like a lost coward.
This made Wu Peng unhappy and full of disdain at the same time.
Although the young man with clear eyebrows didn't take care of himself, the disregarded expression of the people, the confident enough aura, and the main thing is that he is good-looking.
Although, the other two people left with the young man and ignored themselves, but at least it shows that people have opinions and brains.
The rules of this scene are clear from the beginning, this is a game of individual racing, and those who escape from the hospital through the escape route will be punished and locked up in this abnormal third hospital forever.
Five people, only four can leave, who would be willing to cooperate with others and share clues with each other?
Moreover, looking at the three people who left first, it was obvious that they seemed to know each other, which showed that once those three people found the escape exit, the people who would be punished would only appear in her and Liang Hongxin.
Thinking of this, Wu Pengpeng felt even more disgusted with Liang Hongxin in his heart.
She just thinks that this introverted man is just a dick with social phobia.
I didn't even have the courage to face her.
Seeing that the man did not answer, he lowered his head, played with his fingers uneasily, and clubbed in place like a log.
Wu Pengpeng ignored him and turned around to start his own investigation.