Chapter 838 Natural Sacrifice Personality
"The selected patients in the auxiliary building are all in the withdrawal ward. They can only go out during the day. I will take you to find them." The old man is extremely insecure now and needs Other patients help themselves share that deep-seated panic.
"You'd better hurry up." The longer you stay in the dark building, the more dangerous it becomes. If you want to leave here, you have to sacrifice the patient, so Han Fei can only rely on the old man as a tour guide to find him as soon as possible. Some real psychopaths, kill them or sacrifice them.
Breaking open the doors of the compartments, Han Fei found that many ward doors had words engraved on them. Some were curses, some were reasoning formulas, some were similar to diaries, and some even confessed their love on the ward doors.
"The cubicles and dormitories in the withdrawal center have no names. The patients hiding here will mark the rooms they are in in order to facilitate identification." The old man broke open several doors, but still couldn't find it. As a patient, he was a little panicked, fearing that Han Fei would run out of patience and kill himself.
When he walked to the seventh door, the old man heard whispers in the house. In line with the idea that a dead Taoist friend would not die a poor Taoist, he quickly reported to Han Fei: "There is someone in this house! He is probably a pervert who is as good as you!" You should be prepared!"
"If you can't speak, just say less." Han Fei also heard the movement in the house. He stared at the moss-covered door and kicked it violently. Kick the door open.
The dirty and messy room exuded a stinky smell. A man wearing a tattered hospital gown stood on one foot, with his hands, face and body pressed against the wall.
The door was violently opened, and the man was frightened. He frantically moved his hands on the wall, as if preparing to climb up the smooth wall.
"There is no smell of corpses or blood. This person should be just an ordinary patient." Han Fei looked a little disappointed.
"Have you ever smelled the smell of corpses and blood?" the old man whispered.
Han Fei didn't bother to explain to the old man. He strode into the room and put his hand on the patient's shoulder: "What's your name? I can take you away with me."
The man was very Looking at Han Fei in fear, he supported his body on one foot and crawled towards the other side of the wall. He seemed to be unable to walk normally without the wall.
"Why have you been lying on the wall?" Han Fei grabbed him and was about to start forced treatment.
Starlight shone into his mind, and the man's soul went blank. His pupils kept rolling, and finally he stuck out his tongue at Han Fei: "Don't kill me, I'm just a gecko."
"Gecko?" The man was a little confused about his own understanding.
"Yes, I know that I look different from other geckos. That's because my tail was cut off by a doctor. When I grow my tail back, you will know that I didn't lie to you." The man is incomparable Looking at Han Fei seriously, he spoke firmly.
"Attention player No. 0000, you have discovered a special patient - Gecko."
Han Fei couldn't imagine that this was a patient he had cured. It seems that the healing personality is not It is omnipotent, especially when facing some simple patients who are not threatening in themselves.
"Then are you willing to leave with me?"
"No, the gecko can't leave the wall."
Han Fei did not kill him. There was still a gap of ten Shen Luo between this patient and the perverted murderer.
"Excuse me." Han Fei closed the door and glared at the old man: "Is this what you call mental illness?"
"Gecko! Isn't that perverted enough?" The old man hurriedly said Then he led Han Fei to the door of another room. The door of this ward was filled with various formulas and theories.
Push the door and enter. Various inferences and conjectures are engraved on the walls of the ward. There are a lot of papers scattered on the floor. An unkempt middle-aged man is sitting on it.
"Attention player No. 0000! You have discovered a special patient with a precognitive personality - the prophet."
"Predictive personality?" Han Fei walked to the middle-aged man, looked down, and saw the man sketching something on the paper. There were all kinds of complicated patterns, and there were also many words that Han Fei couldn't understand: "What are you studying?"
"Prove the existence of ghosts." The middle-aged man didn't even raise his head. Deduced wholeheartedly.
"The disaster has already occurred and there are ghosts everywhere. Do we still need proof?"
"Why does one plus one equal two? Can't A plus A equal B?" The middle-aged man still didn't Head up: "Mathematics is a world constructed by mathematicians. What is the structure of the current world?"
"Do you want to use science to explain ghosts?" Han Fei was a little confused. He was just a butcher who worked part-time as a doctor and teacher.
"Science without religion is lame, religion without science is blind." The middle-aged man tore up the pattern he drew: "Have you heard of Plato's metaphor of the cave? Most people will always live in In the cave of ignorance, all they see is a little projection of us outside the cave. What we usually see are just phenomena, and the truth of the facts is in another world; if we want to know the truth of the facts, we must turn our soul - from phenomena to ideas."
"Um..." Han Fei turned to look. He glanced at the old man and saw that he was about to sneak away without even listening to what the middle-aged man was saying.
“We originally lived in darkness. In order to find our home, we lit candles and chased the light, but we became more and more obsessed with the light and forgot that our home was in the darkness. As a result, We lost ourselves in the light." The middle-aged man said some very basic words. He quoted famous quotes from famous philosophers, but it felt a little crazy.
“Then what is the conclusion of your thinking?”
"Maybe we don't exist, maybe the ghosts are you and me, maybe there is an invisible world hidden here." He lay down on the ground, pillowed on the strange pictures: "I will not leave with you , you are the one who should leave.”
“Then you should continue to think here. "Okay." Han Fei gave up treating the middle-aged man. He was afraid that he would affect the other person's brain: "Is it so difficult to find a few patients who can directly perform blood sacrifices?"
Leave the room where the prophet is. , Han Fei scanned all the wards in the withdrawal center, and one ward caught his attention.
There were bloody handprints on the wooden door, the access glass was smashed, and a very cruel dormitory name was written crookedly on the center of the door panel - Chang Wei and the thirteen members of the Qi family.
"Are we finally going to meet the murderer?" Han Fei let the bloody paper man protect him behind him. He held the coin and kicked open the door of the ward.
The door panel hit the wall, and the wires were torn off. This was a single hospital room. There was no hospital bed in the room, only a coffin-like forced treatment device filled with restraints and a chair used for electrocution.
"Not polite." The broken electric chair turned slowly, and sitting on it was an abnormal person who could tell just from his appearance.
He wore a huge knitted melon cap on his head, a calculator hanging on his chest, and two flashlights hidden on his waist. All the "electronic devices" that the patient could access were hidden on his body.
I don’t know if it is because he often receives electric shock treatment, but he has a lot of hideous wounds on his head, and his body muscles are also different from ordinary people.
"Generally speaking, only those who have strong self-injury or suicide attempts; those who are extremely excited and agitated and hurt others; those who are ineffective in psychotropic drug treatment or cannot tolerate drug treatment will need electric shock treatment. It seems that I Found the right person for the first time.”
Han Fei put the widow down, tossed a coin, and entered the house: "What's your name? Why are you locked up here?"
The looming black mist escaped from the abyss, Han Fei's face He showed the warm smile of a doctor caring for his patients.
"I, a top student majoring in calculator at a prestigious university, started my own business in my sophomore year and came to Xinhu No. 3 Mental Hospital to work as the director of the Internet addiction withdrawal ward." The patient with the melon skin hat is proud and speaks very arrogantly. There is a kind of rebelliousness that is difficult for ordinary people to understand: "Don't care what my name is. Everyone in the entire Internet addiction recovery center who sees this knitted melon-skin hat will bow their head and call me melon."
"I feel like you are a little special." The smile on Han Fei's face became gentler. After he got closer, he continued to ask: "Master Gua, have you ever killed anyone? That kind of innocent person who has never done anything. What's wrong, someone who just makes you happy? "
The old man at the door was stunned. How could a doctor ask a patient such a question, who of the two in the room is more seriously ill?
"A lot." The patient's expression became terrifying, with uncontrollable excitement in his eyes: "I kill every night! Sometimes I kill dozens, sometimes I kill hundreds! If I don't kill, I feel uncomfortable all over!"
The more he spoke, the more excited he became. Black blood vessels bulged on his forehead. He reached out and pulled off the hat on his head, revealing the horrific scars left by electric shocks all over his head.
"Kill a few hundred people?" Han Fei did feel the murderous intention in Guapimao, but to be honest, he couldn't detect it unless he felt carefully.
"What about you?" Guapi Mao originally looked pretty handsome, but after receiving treatment here, he became a little scary: "How many have you killed?"
"I am the most There are only a dozen, right?" Han Fei had already reached Guapimao and stretched out his hand.
After Guapimao heard Han Fei's answer, not only was he not afraid, but his eyes were even more excited: "Okay! Then you can come with me from now on! No! I can't bear it anymore!"
He pulled it off. The calculator hanging on the chest: "Here comes a hero, let you see my coffin Wan'er."
Before he finished speaking, he jumped onto the coffin-like compulsory withdrawal device, and then clicked his fingers wildly, calculating The sound of returning to zero kept coming from the device.
Considering that this is an Internet addiction recovery center, Han Fei frowned slightly: "You said killing hundreds of people in the game?"
Guapimao didn't react at all, but he said this But the old man at the door was frightened and asked tremblingly: "Could it be that you are not talking about a game?"
"I also killed him in the game." Han Fei glanced back at the old man with a smile, then tossed a coin and held down Guapi's head.
"Attention, player number 0000! You have discovered a patient with chaotic personality - the sacrifice selected by the dean."
"Chaotic personality: disorder, imbalance, the rare personality that ghosts like most . ”
The starlight of humanity shone into his mind, and Han Fei discovered that Guapimao had very few negative emotions in his heart. He seemed to be a person close to ghosts.
"Attention player number 0000! You have cured five patients with personality defects and completed the random task of the shrine - Healing Personality. You will receive a large amount of experience rewards, your healing personality will be strengthened, and you will get a chance to open the inventory. .”
"Attention player No. 0000! You have triggered the hidden mission of the shrine - healing the reason for existence."
"Task requirement: cure one hundred patients with personality defects. After completing the task, you will receive the hidden reward of the shrine. , there is a probability of helping you bring out the healed souls and ghosts in the shrine.”
The system’s prompts gave Han Fei a lot of help. He has been looking for suitable sacrifices, and now they are “placed” for him. What is in front of you is the sacrifice selected by the dean himself.
"It's too late. I'll lend you your bones and blood first. I will definitely treat you well in the future." Han Fei used the opportunity he just got to open the inventory and took out the death butcher knife: "Daughter, I What to do next?”
The hoarse voice of the female head nurse sounded in Han Fei’s mind: “Use the blood of the sacrifice to guide the way and run in the direction of the blood mist!”
"Okay." Han Fei stared at the melon-skinned man's veins and raised the knife in his hand. (End of this chapter)