255: Chapter 234: Flying Over the Asylum (Part 3) 255: Chapter 234: Flying Over the Asylum (Part 3) What’s this, a hazing for the newbie?
Is this Elizabeth or so college frat house?
Li Cheng watched as all the blood handprints gradually faded, not that he didn’t want to run,
but in the last half minute, his body was stiff and cold, his limbs numb and unable to move.
Especially in the brain area, it felt like it was soaking in icy water, sending waves of stabbing pain.
As the blood handprints disappeared, all the pain receded like the tide.
“Thousands of handprints in various shapes, sizes, and types of hands, so even missing fingers.
Maybe the system forced to stand here and watch a whole CG clip to remind that these hands co from the victims in the hospital?
Hmm…
At least one thing is certain, this script task indeed involves supernatural elents.”
Li Cheng pondered for a while, then stopped thinking about it, as if he had ingested a mad half-smile herb, hopping closer to the outer corridor to observe the windows.
The windows themselves used relatively thick laminated glass, which was soundproof.
With the help of the corridor lights, one could vaguely see the main building of the hospital was U-shaped, made of reinforced concrete, four stories above ground.
Except for the first and second floors which were lit, the third and fourth floors were pitch dark with no sign of human activity.
There were no stars in the night sky either.
In the middle of the U-shaped main building, there was a colorful flower bed.
“Arican stonecress, carnations, sunflowers, trumpet vines…
Judging by the types of flowers and the flowering season, the current ti should be in the autumn-winter season, which corresponds exactly with December ntioned in the newspapers.
Additionally, the well-maintained garden indirectly shows that this hospital is indeed wealthy.”
Even though the player panel was sealed, Li Cheng, who maintained the Multi-threaded Brain Domain thod for a long ti, instinctively started multi-thread thinking.
Collecting information, analyzing clues, thinking of strategies, while his thoughts drifted randomly.
The hills behind the school in the real world, full of ornantal plants.
This plant is good for everything – cold-resistant, drought-resistant, and poverty-tolerant, always verdant and able to absorb dust, but the scent when it blooms is really unbearable,
especially in the sumr under the boys’ dormitory, when all flowers bloom, the sll of the flowers directly hits the brain, seriously overwhelming.
Clang.
Li Cheng tried to smash the glass window with his elbow, but it didn’t break, and a system prompt imdiately popped up in front of him, [The window remains intact, unable to open]
Quite a classic setup.
With a scoff, Li Cheng stopped the elbow strike, adopting the principle of saving energy, he hopped along the wall, exploring the first floor of the hospital.
Thank the coarse fabric of the straitjacket, it prevented slipping on the tile floor.
Most of the doors, including the main entrance of the hospital, were all closed, attempting to smash them would prompt a standard notification [The main door remains intact, unable to open].
Only three places were different.
One was the pharmacy, which required a pharmacy key.
Second was the elevator hall.
It could be freely entered, and the elevator could take one directly to other floors.
Since he was worried that there might still be clues on this floor unexplored, and after going up by elevator might not be able to co down, Li Cheng didn’t enter the elevator car for the ti being.
Third, was the dical records room.
“The dical records room is used to store patient data, including diagnostic certificates, admission records, test reports, hospitalization records, etc.
It might contain the data of the character I am playing.”
Li Cheng, through the straitjacket, gently turned the doorknob with his elbow.
Click.
The wooden door opened in response, and Li Cheng’s heart sank.
According to the conventions of horror gas, a room that appears at first glance to be hiding crucial clues, and can also be opened easily, is likely to contain a scare scene, or even deadly traps.
Sure enough, the mont he opened the door, he felt a stream of air on the back of his neck, as if sothing was breathing towards his neck.
Li Cheng didn’t turn his head, but instead stared at the reflection on the tal doorknob to look behind him.
It wasn’t an illusion; there really was an upside-down humanoid shadow on the ceiling right behind his head, breathing towards his collar.
As if it noticed Li Cheng had discovered it, the shadow let out a “giggle giggle” bell-like laugh, running along the ceiling against gravity, disappearing around the corridor corner.
“Like the blood handprint earlier, mainly for scaring?
But it could also be a real death trap, if I had turned my head to look, my neck might have been instantly twisted.”
Li Cheng silently twisted the doorknob, popping out the latch, preventing the door from closing.
Then, he hopped all the way to the corridor corner, not seeing the shadow.
Only then did he return the sa way, pushing open the door to the dical records room.
The light in the dical records room was on, and it was much larger than the solitary confinent room, lined with nurous tal filing cabinets.
All cabinet doors were locked.
On the room’s wall, there was a brand-new photo hanging, showing a group photo of all staff mbers of Saint Elizabeth ntal Hospital, with over two hundred people.
Most of the faces were blurred and indistinguishable, only three faces were clear, and corresponding nas were written behind the photo.
They were the attending physician Dawson—an elderly Caucasian male with a tall figure and a sunny smile.
The female headmaster Pella—a Caucasian female with a pleasant face.
The head nurse Rachid—a Caucasian female with a dignified deanor, cold eyes, and a robust build.
“A whole group photo, and only these three people’s faces are clear, clearly telling players that these three are important, either key NPCs or final bosses.”
While Li Cheng was pondering, crawling noises started coming from the ventilation ducts in the dical records room.
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