Wang Jingyi's mind was messed up again. He didn't dare to look at Qin Fuli or Yang Qin, his eyes couldn't stop trembling, as if he was engaged in a fierce psychological struggle.

"Mr. Wang," Shi Yuan suddenly whispered, "don't hesitate, do as I say." It's up to you whether you can succeed today. ”

"Just look at me?"

Wang Jingyi didn't quite understand.

There are obviously seven other people here, why do you seem to be so critical to me? Why is that?

Shi Yuan seemed to see through his thoughts, and said, "I will tell you about the detailed analysis process when I go back." Now, concentrate on voting. Remember, write the one I said. ”

Wang Jingyi nodded in a panic.

The voice said, "Okay, now now, one-minute countdown, go!" ”

Shi Yuan and the others did not hesitate and directly wrote down Yang Qin's name.

Wang Jingyi was still very frightened, hesitated for more than ten seconds, and finally, trembling, finished writing his name.

A minute passes.

"The results of the vote have been counted."

When the voice said that, it fell silent.

Did it work? But why don't you speak?

Shi Yuan and the others also became uneasy in their hearts.

Didn't Wang Jingyi write Yang Qin's name?

Shi Yuan, Wen Yuzhe and others all looked at Wang Jingyi.

Wang Jingyi was stunned, he wanted to wave his hand and say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Shi Yuan looked at Yang Qin and did not hide his gaze.

Yang Qin's face still looked pale, but the expression of fear had disappeared.

It took a full three minutes for the voice to sound again.

"One of the voters who wrote the wrong name will die."

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Running back to the abandoned mental hospital on the hill, Gatson was still a little frightened.

He didn't expect that the person just now would suddenly undergo an extremely strange change.

Sitting on the iron bed, Gatson stared at the ground steadily.

Suddenly, he saw what seemed to be something on the ground.

He leaned over and took a closer look.

It's a lock of hair.

How can there be such long hair? There shouldn't be anyone else here but me, right?

Gatson was a little puzzled, and crouched down to take a closer look.

That's right, it's a lock of long hair, and there seems to be blood on the top.

Has anyone been here?

Gatson became alert and turned his head around.

There seemed to be a voice in the hallway.

This room was once an ordinary ward. Since it is a psychiatric hospital, all the beds are made of this kind of iron bed, and there are two belts with buttonholes in each of the upper, middle and lower parts.

He picked up the machete from the ground and walked out.

The lights in the hallway flickered on and off, and the old lights made a sizzling sound.

There are no figures to be seen at the left or right ends.

Gatson walked in a random direction.

As he passed by a room, he clearly heard the sound of glass breaking from inside.

He immediately turned to open the door and rushed inside.

A half-decomposed corpse was lying prone on the ground, surrounded by a large mass of liquid, what appeared to be formalin. The large glassware next to the corpse shattered, and the broken glass was scattered to the ground.

In addition to the broken vessels, there are seven identical glassware in this room, but there are no bodies inside.

Where did this body come from?

Gatson walked over and flipped the body over.

The face was no longer distinguishable, and it could only be seen that it was also a foreigner. There were marks of stitching on the chest and abdomen of the corpse.

Gatson was well aware of his father, Niederhog Monroe's experiments on "immortality". Of course, he didn't plan to continue the experiment, he just wanted to use this abandoned mental hospital as a base to kidnap and torture the villagers down the mountain, or simply kill them down the mountain and bring the corpses back.

From a very young age, Gatson (formerly known as Desmond Monroe) was an out-and-out psychopath, more psychologically twisted than his father.

He had thought that in such a remote village, his plan could be implemented smoothly.

Unexpectedly, when he killed the village chief, he ran into trouble.

At that time, he had just slashed He Jinrong a few times, when he heard an extremely strange voice behind him. He looked back, only to see a woman in a black dress suspended in the air, the lower part of her calf as if melted, and there were no feet underneath, only drops of black liquid dripping downward.

Gatson's heart sank, and he instinctively sensed that this wasn't human. However, due to the difference between Eastern and Western cultures, he did not immediately think that it was a ghost.

However, he did not stay where he was, but ran away at a brisk pace.

Later, he hid behind a tree and saw the woman in black float up to He Jinrong's body and began to eat.

He immediately rushed back to the mental hospital, recalling the scene just now, and felt a little dizzy.

That didn't change his plans, though.

Most of the villagers were shut down, creating a slight obstacle to his plans, but he never thought of giving up, let alone leaving the village.

There was his father's mental hospital, which he considered his home.

Looking closely at the half-decomposed corpse in front of him, Gatson began to imagine his father's experiments.

It was the first old corpse he had seen here. He couldn't help but wonder, where did all those corpses go?

And, father, where did you go?

The flickering light shone through the door, reflecting the corpses on the ground flickering and dimming, and the faces looked extremely eerie.

Gatson walked over to the broken glassware, looked closely, and finally saw a very old label in an inconspicuous corner below.

The label reads "Lambert Mason" and is written in his native language.

Gatson recognized the handwriting, which was written by his father's own hand.

Lambert Mason? This name seems to have some impressions.

Gatson stood up, and a memory came flooding back.

Well, I remember, it was the uncle next door, who once asked his father to participate in a psychology experiment conducted by his son Lambert Jr., and gave him a sum of money.

However, Gatson had now remembered that the memory was fake, a story that his father had told him repeatedly before leaving.

So, who is the real Lambert? How could his body be here?

Gatson turned and walked out of the room, trying to find a room with a bed to lie down.

For some reason, he felt very tired.

The opposite room was curtained and dark. The light in the hallway wasn't bright enough to dispel the darkness.

Gatson didn't care about this, and walked straight inside, slumping on a bed.

Somewhat comfortable, he was drowsy.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes suddenly.

Aren't all the beds here iron? Why is this one so comfortable? It's very soft, and it looks like there's a futon.

Could it be that this is not a ward, but an office?

He opened his eyes, sat up, and turned his head to look around.

"It's ......"

Suspecting that he was dreaming, he closed his eyes and opened them again.

It hasn't changed, it's still the same as when I first opened my eyes.