Wen Wen sighed, no longer focusing on the meowing sound.

If he wants to hear it, Hu Youling is willing to call him specifically.

took everyone to visit the main building, and everyone broke away from Wen Wen's side, including the Liu Jiao brothers and sisters who had been chattering.

They're here to play, not to really explore, so they're not interested in following Wen Wen all the time.

When Wen Wen began to observe the wards of the mentally ill one by one, Zhu Haiyang was the only one behind him.

"Everyone knows that the scariest thing here is the ward, and it would be for nothing not to come here for a walk."

Wen Wen glanced at Zhu Haiyang with a smile, and then continued to investigate.

Zhu Haiyang shivered, rubbed his arm with his hand, and for some reason it seemed to be even colder than before.

So he followed in the footsteps of Wen Wen and didn't dare to go too far, a 'great detective' can always give people a sense of security.

The different wards were like cages where the devil had been imprisoned, which made Zhu Haiyang instinctively feel uneasy.

So far, Wen Wen hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary, but he was more interested in it.

Just from the layout of the ward, Wen Wen could synthesize the patient's appearance in his mind.

Each ward here has a different character, some are painted with strange symbols, and some are full of filth.

The wards on the first and second floors were okay, but on the third floor, the atmosphere was obviously depressing, and Wen Wen also smiled.

He stood at the door of the first ward, and after looking inside, he sighed: "I thought there was nothing left here, it was all some foolish things, but I didn't expect this ward to remain the same as it was half a year ago." ”

Zhu Haiyang looked at Wen Wen in surprise: "How do you know." ”

Wen Wen pointed to the ward in front of him and said, "If you are not a real mental patient, you can't draw such a pattern." ”

Zhu Haiyang looked at the ward covered with various colors of oil paint strangely, took a flashlight to shine around, scratched his head and said, "There is nothing strange here." ”

"You don't think it's strange because you've only seen part of it."

Wen Wen took Zhu Haiyang's flashlight and placed it vertically in the middle of this ward, and the bright light shone on the ceiling, illuminating the entire room transparently.

Zhu Haiyang walked into the ward, looked around in a circle again, and was about to say to Wen Wen that there was still nothing strange, when he suddenly felt a disgusting feeling hit him.

He seemed to be in a completely asymmetrical world, and the strange oil paints were like distorted symbols, dancing like a kaleidoscope before his eyes.

"Hey......

Wen Wen turned off the flashlight, grabbed Zhu Haiyang, who kept swinging him, felt better, looked at Wen Wen in shock and said, "What's going on!" ”

There is nothing in the pattern when you look at only a part of it, but once you take the whole cell into your eyes, you find that there is nothing symmetrical here, and those oil paints distort everything in the cell.

And that sense of distortion made him feel scared from the bottom of his heart.

"You don't know, how do I know, except for the patient, I guess no one can understand the distance of this ward."

Wen Wen threw the flashlight to Zhu Haiyang, and then prepared to go to see the next ward, when he walked out of the door of the ward, he said to Zhu Haiyang: "Actually, I still suggest that you go back now, otherwise you may have an accident in a while, and there are many things here that you shouldn't see." ”

Zhu Haiyang gritted his teeth, still following behind Wen Wen, refusing to leave a single step, but his eyes converged a lot.

When he first left the hospital, Wen Wen had a deep memory of the cell full of patterns, and there seemed to be some kind of power in the distorted paintings.

I didn't know what was going on at first, but now it's clear at a glance.

Those paintings have some supernatural powers!

The meager superpower attribute is very strange, different from the power of the superpower, and it is not very imaginary with ordinary containment, as if it is completely dependent on the painting.

Zhu Haiyang followed behind Wen Wen, a little puzzled how Wen Wen found out that the ward was abnormal, you must know that Wen Wen had never used a flashlight from beginning to end!

The room was filled with a thin amount of moonlight from the outside, keeping it from pitch black, but it was a little difficult to see what it was.

But he didn't ask Wen Wen a question this time, just followed Wen Wen and observed Wen Wen.

Next, they saw several strange wards, some covered with bloody handprints of various sizes, others with clear imprints.

Every ward here put tremendous pressure on Zhu Haiyang, as if there was once a devil living here.

"The patients who can live here are not ordinary mental illnesses, some of them are sane and some are crazy, but they all have inexplicable phenomena."

"Did you know that there used to be a guy who called himself an observer who claimed to be able to see anyone's fate, but he never had the exact words about the fate of another?" Wen Wen pointed to a rare neat ward here.

Zhu Haiyang frowned and said, "It's just paranoia." ”

"I used to think so, but then I changed my mind a little bit."

Wen Wen didn't continue, and Zhu Haiyang didn't ask.

Wen Wen was satisfied with his reaction and continued to look at the cells.

"While these people are very flawed in some ways, it seems to me that they are closer to something than any ordinary person."

Also closer than the superpowers......

Of course, Wen Wen didn't say it later.

Since the previous ward, Zhu Haiyang didn't speak, because Wen Wen had to explain every new ward, and he seemed to be very familiar with this place.

Familiar like a patient who was once locked up here!

Well, he did live here for a while......

The eloquent Wen Wen made Zhu Haiyang chill from the bottom of his heart, if Wen Wen just explained to him, it would be nothing, the horror was that with his explanation, it became more eerie and terrifying.

He had explored here more than once, but every time he didn't feel like this, was it because of the detective in front of him?

Also, how did he know so much about this mental hospital?

In his confusion, the third floor soon came to an end, and the staircase to the fourth floor was locked by an iron door.

"It seems that the exploration of this hospital is over here, let's go back and meet the others." After seeing the chain, Zhu Haiyang almost breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tsk, when I signed up for the group, no one told me that there was no place to enter."

Wen Wen looked at Zhu Haiyang with a smile, opened his mouth and said with a smile: "Isn't it, Mr. Helper." ”