I Was Once a Legend

When the doctor was kicked by Cui Zuojing, his calf hit the operating table. He limped out of the operating room and shouted, "Catch him!"

The male nurse ran two steps, and the anesthetic soon worked. He gradually slowed down and was quickly left behind.

The doctor’s call attracted the attention of other staff in the corridor. Cui Zuojing ran downstairs very clearly. Now, just after the meal time, a large number of patients are still in the restaurant, and only a little fuse can cause difficulties. The confusion of imagination makes it easy to get out by then.

"stop!"

"Don't run!"

More nurses joined to try to catch Cui Zuojing. Cui Zuojing dodged all the way. There was a male nurse on the road with his arms spread out in front of him. The teenager sneered, and he rushed straight to him, when the other party reached out to grab him, The side of the body passed past him, and the knife was chopped on his neck.

Cui Zuojing rushed down the stairs. Behind him, the male nurse lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

He ran into the restaurant in shock and danger. The meal time was not over. Cui Zuojing rushed in and followed by a group of nurses. Undoubtedly, the ignition star fell into the oil barrel and immediately detonated the restaurant.

Young Young Ying jumped to the long table, stepped on the plate in the screams of the patients on both sides, and someone quickly joined him, threw the bowl in his hand and climbed to the table to shout and jump, those with relatively stable conditions The patient saw the influx of nurses, realized that the situation was not good, and quickly left the seat, hiding in a corner in horror to prevent injury to innocent people.

A patient dancing on the table stepped on the other person's hand, the two quickly wrestled, and even more patients tried to attack the nurse while the whole restaurant suddenly became a pot of porridge.

Cui Zuojing was already hiding under the table. He sneered at the series of confusion with cold eyes. He snorted proudly. The countless legs and feet around him staggered. He crawled out of the other side of the table. He got up and grabbed his hand. Living.

The teenager was about to attack the man when he turned around. One second before the fist fell on the other person's face, he saw the man's appearance clearly.

The fat middle-aged man, with brown eyes calmed down completely unlike a mental patient, but just half an hour ago, this man was still lying on the table, talking to the radio and talking about the explosion of the sun.

Cui Zuojing stopped his hand, and his fist was only five centimeters away from the man's face.

"Come with me." He was almost beaten, but the man had no fear on his face, and said in a low voice, he grabbed Cui Zuojing's hand without letting go, passing through the mad crowd, taking advantage of Ran into the corner of the restaurant leading to the back door of the kitchen.

A nurse saw Cui Zuojing's flashing back from afar, and shouted loudly, but he couldn't catch up after a while.

He took Cui Zuojing on a very tortuous road. The structure of the lunatic asylum was much more complicated than Cui Zuojing imagined, so the intention is self-evident.

They hid in the toilet, and the man stood on the window sill, removed the filter of the ventilation duct, and climbed in first.

The pipe is not too dirty, it was obviously cleaned specifically, and the person who cleaned it was the gentleman in front.

Cui Zuojing followed him all the way up and finally jumped out of the pipe and found that he fell into a ward.

The room is very small, with only a bed and a table, and cabinets are placed near the wall. For cost reasons, only a few patients in the madhouse can live in a single room. Cui Zuojing thought that the condition was uncontrollable and violent. The patients will be kept in isolation, and now it seems that those people are likely to be confined to the basement confinement room or have a prefrontal resection operation. They have lost the risk and do not need to live alone.

Just like the autistic boy I saw in the rest room before, the scar on his forehead is obviously a trace left by the operation.

The man patted the dust on his clothes and sat on the bed. Cui Zuojing stood cautiously, leaning his back on the table, keeping a relatively safe distance from him.

He looked at the man, and the man looked at him inquiringly.

The two did not speak for a while, and eventually Cui Zuojing broke the deadlock.

"Why are you helping me?"

The man suddenly said, "Who is sitting on the chair, and who is sitting on the chair?"

Cui Zuojing: "..."

Is he pretending to be crazy and selling silly?

"It doesn't matter if you sit on me anyway." Cui Zuojing didn't waste time with him. "My name is Cui Zuojing, how about you?"

"Rudolph." The man replied. He was only a temptation. Maybe two mental patients had difficulty understanding each other's ideas, but it was much easier for two normal people.

"The reason for helping you is simple, just because I want to."

Cui Zuojing raised an eyebrow: "Because I am as sick as you are?"

Rudolph seemed to hear something funny, and he said, "In a lunatic asylum, how could anyone not be sick?"

Cui Zuojing nodded in agreement: "Indeed, in this place, good people can also get rid of the disease. Why? Want me to help you get out of here and return to your original rich life?"

Rudolph looked surprised: "How are you..."

"You don't have cocoons on your palms, obviously you rarely work, because there are few opportunities to go out in the sun, and the color of the small piece of skin with a ring on your hand is still slightly different from the surrounding. And you just looked down subconsciously just now Eyes and wrists, it seems that there should be a watch there, and your time here should not be short. It hasn’t changed your habit of watching watches for such a long time. It is obviously deeply rooted." Cui Zuojing probably said his own inference. "I guess your identity must be unusual."

Rudolph smiled bitterly and said, "You think well, my father is a wealthy businessman in Belgium, and my half-brother wants to compete with me for my family property, and my wife declares that I am crazy to the outside world and sends me to the UK. Closed here, I have been here...for three years."

Cui Zuojing was not surprised. He has seen similar bridge sections in some literary works and said, "Do you want to escape?"

"It must be." Rudolph said. "I have been thinking about how to get out of here for the past three years. I pretended to be a lunatic as they wished, and I figured out the structure of the entire lunatic asylum. Everything, just wait for the right day to come."

"You probably need a helper."

Rudolph smiled: "Yes, my brother must have someone to stare at me. Even if I escaped from the lunatic asylum, I still find someone whose mother left me. I need someone to cover me."

"Then you may be disappointed. What I am doing may conflict with yours." Cui Zuojing frowned when he saw Rudolph. "Are you sure you can really go back?"

Rudolph: "I don't know, but it's better to try it here than to spend a lifetime here. If I don't leave, I will be crazy."

Cui Zuojing nodded: "That line, I will try my best to help you as far as I can, but you have to be prepared for the psychological preparation that I will leave at any time."

Rudolph did not agree: "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know yet." Cui Zuojing embraced his chest with both hands. He stared at Rudolph's serious eyes for a few seconds, and suddenly asked, "If everything in this world is an illusion, what would you do?"

"What do you mean?" Rudolph didn't understand. He knew early on that Cui Zuojing, a very aggressive patient, had always felt that he was not sick, but today's brief contact in the lounge made Rudolf aware that the other party might be Like him, he is pretending to be crazy.

So he found Cui Zuojing. The other party's thinking was very clear and normal, but at this time he said something he didn't understand.

"Nothing." Cui Zuojing didn't say much, "Come talk about your plan."

"Do you know why those doctors and nurses forbid us to leave the ward at the beginning of every month?"

Cui Zuojing shook his head. He didn't know about it at all, but he also had to take into account that the identity of the mental patient could not be ooc, and he said: "Are you found out?"

"Yes, I was busy mapping the structure of the lunatic asylum for many nights, and I wanted to know why the patient was not allowed to go out, so I paid attention to the movement outside. Sometimes I heard the sound of someone walking through the corridor, it seemed that I was still dragging. Things, every time you hear this kind of movement, there will be patients missing the next day, and the nurses will claim that those patients were taken away by the family." Rudolph looked at Cui Zuojing, "Do you believe this?"

"Of course not." Cui Zuojing said, "What do they do with the missing patients? Organ trafficking? Human experiment?"

"They killed those patients and sold their bodies to the medical school as anatomical materials." Rudolph said, "The law strictly prohibits the use of stolen bodies for anatomical experiments. They also arrest those robbers. With the anti-theft iron railings and iron coffins, the robbers could not get fresh corpses, so they stared at the lunatic asylum. They colluded with the doctor of the dean and took away one or two corpses regularly. They have not been found for a long time. Where are the lunatics?"

Cui Zuojing suddenly realized that the profession of robbers had a long history. At the beginning of the 19th century, when modern medicine began to develop, the United Kingdom enacted laws to reduce the number of death row prisoners. Therefore, the medical school did not have sufficient supplies of corpses. Spend money on corpses.

They stole fresh burial bodies from the cemetery and sold them to anatomists for profiteering, while the most notorious thieves, William Booker and William Hale, used their hotel to kill and come to stay. Of the guests sold the bodies, with up to 17 victims.

After the incident was revealed, Hale fled and Booker was sentenced to hang. After his death, his body was dissected in public. The skeleton was collected in the museum of the Royal Medical College in Edinburgh and his skin was made into a wallet.

Unexpectedly, it has been nearly a hundred years since that time, and there will still be such a thing. Cui Zuojing quickly accepted this setting, saying: "So you want to take advantage of the sick people not to leave the room at night, the robbers come, doctors and nurses Run away when neglected?"

"Yes, it was the most insured at that time. Since the lunatic asylum reached an agreement with the robber, it means that no matter what happens that night, it will not be suspected, and the patient's room will be locked by the nurse, and there will be no People can disturb us, as long as they just get out of the ventilation duct."

Cui Zuojing thought it was feasible, "Well, when will the thief come next time?"

"Just today." Rudolph narrowed his eyes and smiled, "You are not short here, why can't you even remember such a special day?"

His tone seemed to be joking, but Cui Zuojing understood what he meant, and didn't care about being suspected by Rudolph, saying: "You don't have to test me, I don't deny that there are many suspicious places on my body, but this has no plans for tonight influences."

Rudolph fully showed the courage of his identity as a son of a wealthy businessman. He smiled slightly, lifted the bed board, took out a map that took two years of mapping from the tube at the foot of the bed, and spread it flat on the bed.

"I hope you deserve me to believe."