Chapter 226: One Flew Over the Madhouse (2)
Haha.
Li Sheng did not have the strength to be angry, but instead grinned.
In China, if the hospital qualification evaluation indicators are based on hospital scale, scientific research direction, talent and technical strength, medical hardware equipment and other conditions, many levels can be divided into many levels.
From the first-level primary hospitals in the community, to the second-level regional hospitals across communities, to the third-level hospitals across regions, provinces, and cities, providing medical and health services to the whole country.
Elizabeth Mental Hospital is a "top" hospital on another track.
It is located in Washington, DC, and was founded in 1855. It is the first federally operated mental hospital in the United States.
At first, it mainly treated soldiers with mental illness in the army. However, with the outbreak of the Civil War, a large number of soldiers were sent to St. Elizabeth, causing the hospital's financial constraints.
The hospital, which was short of money, quickly discovered a new way to make money by treating people who were not sick.
Whether they are drunkards causing trouble or illegal immigrants reported by the public, everyone is welcome. Anyway, the federal government distributes financial subsidies based on the number of beds. The more patients there are, the more money the hospital makes.
Later, the hospital, which could not satisfy its hunger, also cooperated with the police, FBI, CIA, and celebrities to imprison journalists who exposed corporate scandals, anti-government figures, left-wingers, wealthy widows, etc., in mental hospitals in the name of mental illness.
Through drugs, bloodletting, electrotherapy, hydrotherapy (soaking people in hot water for several hours, soaking the skin) and other methods, the patients were tortured to the point of becoming dehumanized. Countless patients died, and even those who survived were injured. Even if you go to the hospital, you will be useless.
Compared with St. Elizabeth, Gotham's Arkham Asylum has to be set back slightly. This is the old timer.
"The system will not target without aim. There is a high probability that St. Elizabeth in this New England town is related to St. Elizabeth in the real world."
Li Sheng groaned and tried to open the player panel. , "The inventory and skill slots are sealed, but the emergency escape card is still on and can be used at any time.
It seems that the priority of the emergency escape card is a little higher than the system limit. "
He paused and murmured in his heart: "According to the player forum, the probability of the full role-playing mode is very low.
Whenever the game is fully played, the killing field will determine the mission trend based on the characteristics displayed by the player.
For example, giving puzzle-solving players a reasoning task, and giving war-crazy players a killing task. Very little goes wrong.
To avoid the funny situation of 'the dignified Lv40 God of War starved to death in the secret room because he could not open the password lock'.
To put it this way, it is true that my IQ is too high and cannot be concealed like a rotten apple in a trash can, causing the system to identify me as a reasoning player. "
If the inventory is available and Huiyu is here, she will specifically complain, "Why do you use the description of a rotten apple in a trash can to praise yourself? "
"In short, stand up first and then talk. ”
Because he was wearing a restraint suit, Li Sheng was like a caterpillar, crawling back and forth on the ground.
Relying on the friction between the restraint suit and the wall, it took him a while to finally lean against the wall. Stand up straight.
"Huh, it's quite tiring."
As expected of the full role-playing mode, Li Sheng panted heavily from exhaustion and thought to himself, "The character I played is a little shorter than I am in the real world, and my body is also smaller." There are no signs of exercise, which is not good.”
In horror games, the protagonist is often in a state of running for his life. It would be great if he could run as fast as the Hong Kong reporter.
I'm afraid that like the protagonists of some horror games, not only can't run fast, but I also have a stamina gauge, and my lungs will explode before I can take even two steps.
“Umm, ummm.”
His mouth squirmed, his upper and lower lips rubbed repeatedly, and he broke away from the tape. With a "poof" sound, he spat the tape into the white mask.
Spitting out the tape, his breathing became much easier. Li Sheng looked around, trying to find sharp objects such as knives and nails in the room to see if he could cut through the restraints and regain his mobility. Unfortunately, there were no sharp weapon marks on the walls, floors, or even underneath the upholstered mattress that served as a makeshift bed.
"No matter how cruel you are, the worst I can do is just jump around to complete the task."
With his hands and feet restrained, Li Sheng gave the system a middle finger with his phantom limb. Jumping to the door of the solitary room.
The door itself is also wrapped in white soft packaging material, and there is no window for delivering food (the side proves that this confinement room is only a temporary place to hold patients).
There is a seven-person figure embedded above the door handle inside the door. Several wheel-type English combination locks.
There is a door handle inside the confinement room, which seems strange at first glance, but it makes sense when you think of the background of a mental hospital - if a medical staff is accidentally locked in, they can at least be locked out through the password.
Above the combination lock, there is a narrow and long note, with a line of words written in beautiful English fonts.
“whatmancannotliveinahouse?”
Who cannot live in the house.
Li Sheng raised his eyebrows, what are you doing with this brain teaser?
He used his nose to turn the combination lock through the white mask, and after entering the spoof answers postman, walkman, and ironman one after another, he entered the correct answer snowman.
Click.
The door of the confinement room opened with a sound, revealing the hospital corridor.
There was no fright from the jumping faces as expected, the hospital corridor looked normal.
The floor is paved with ceramic tiles, the walls are painted with white paint, and there are light tubes hanging from the ceiling. The air is filled with the smell of disinfectant.
Li Sheng leaned against the door frame and looked around. There was no one in the corridor, and there were no doctors, nurses or patients in sight.
Judging from the 1F sign hanging at the end of the corridor, this is the first floor of the hospital.
Li Sheng thought for a moment, held the mask in his mouth, took away the English note, and turned it over.
The note was obviously torn from a newspaper, with a news item on the reverse.
[The new female president of Conn Group is considering selling the US business]
The news time was December 24, Christmas Eve. There was no year marked, and I don’t know what the special meaning is.
"Put it away first. The handwriting on this note is very beautiful, and it also has a citrus scent. It is probably a reminder left by a woman."
Li Sheng held the note in his mouth. Jumping to the corridor, "The time in the script world should be night, it is dark outside the window, and there is the sound of rain"
Before he finished speaking, a sudden change occurred.
The sound of rustling rain suddenly became louder and became more dense and noisy.
On the glass outside the corridor, bloody handprints appeared out of thin air, as if countless patients were struggling before death.
All the windows were trembling, as if the next second, those palms would shatter the windows and rush into the hospital.
The "sound of rain" goes as quickly as it comes. Half a minute later, the blood-stained handprints stopped increasing and gradually dissipated as the rain washed them away.
(End of this chapter)