My House of Horrors

“The nurse should be back when she has the medicine in her hand, and she will definitely look around when she finds her notes missing. But I always thought she was just a little better than the little, pencil fairy, and even if I fought her head-on, I wouldn't lose. ”

Chen Gong grabbed the broken skull hammer and went deep into the hallway. In the same situation, another person came over. He was probably already scared. There was no such thing as a mind.

Pushing open the door of a ward, Chen Gong went all the way to the bathroom door on the third floor.

“The door was opened from downstairs and the bathroom on the third floor should not be the room where the 'door' is located.” He could feel the anxiety of the white cat on his shoulder. Chen Song tried to push open the bathroom door, it was pitch black, and there was no light.

A row of low compartments looks a little scary, unlike the toilets in psychiatric hospitals and schools, and may be concerned about an accident in the toilets, all of which do not have door panels.

There was no abnormality in the circle, and Chen Song ended up parked in front of the mirror in the sink, where the mirror design was interesting.

There is a cloth curtain at the top of the frame, like a curtain, which you can easily cover by pulling your hand.

This little arrangement in the bathroom in ward three reminds him of his horror house: “It looks like the mirror here isn't clean either. ”

Chen Goo pulled open the cloth curtain on the mirror, and there were many stains on the mirror, like being touched with dirty hands constantly. Even the people in the mirror looked less clear.

“The door's not here.” Clarified the interior of the bathroom in the third ward, Chen Gong also had a bottom in his heart. After coming out of the bathroom, he went straight down the stairs on the other side to the second floor.

The closer you get to the bottom floor, the stronger the smell in the air, and even more surprisingly, something strange starts to appear on the walls and the ground of the second floor corridor.

Some parts of the wall on the second floor will somehow bulge outward due to years of deformation of the building or other reasons, and the bulging areas will become reddish, as if the skin of the body had been severely hit because of the rupture of the subcutaneous vessels causing redness on the surface of the skin.

The cracked floor also retained something as if it were blood stains, as if blood had flowed out of the cracks, but then dried up.

The second and third floors are completely different and the terror index almost doubles directly.

If the third floor is creepy, the second floor has reached a dangerous point where people want to escape at all times.

“These things aren't really blood, are they?” Chen Gong grabbed some chunks from the ground and crushed them in his hand: “Smells like no blood, should be just plain red dirt. ”

The bedding on the corridor is a bit of an obstacle, and Chen Song lifted a few things as he passed by them.

The closer he finds to the bottom, the more realistic these fake people do, not the visual realism, but the sense they give him of being alive.

“When I enter the ground floor, will the fake man in the mattress climb up on his own?” He's not kidding, he's thinking very seriously.

After crossing the corridor and passing a room, Chen Gong saw several special rooms near the corner of the corridor.

Windows are installed on the doors of the wards to allow doctors to see what's going on in the wards, while the doors of these rooms are somewhat different.

“Dean's office?” Chen Gong ran almost all over the three wards of the Rehabilitation Center, the first time he saw a marked door.

Once inside, the room was large and seemed to have been converted through three wards.

The house is lined with several basins of dead plants against the wall, next to empty bookshelves and desks for office use.

There is also a suite, only half the size outside, with a single bed and an exaggerated wardrobe.

The door was closed backwards, and Chen Gong walked in, and there were plenty of case sheets scattered across the ground, but unlike the case sheets in the nurse's notebook, they had not been altered, in other words, the owners of the case sheets were still alive.

In the more than a decade of operation of the Third Rehabilitation Centre for Mental Illness, the number of patients treated was very high, a figure far higher than had been previously speculated.

Psychiatric patients represent only a small proportion of the population of Jiujiang millions. However, there are only two formal public psychiatric treatment centers throughout Jiujiang, which can only accommodate less than a thousand people at full capacity, combined with a very high rate of recurrence of psychiatric illnesses, and hospitals are not available at all, which is why there are many private wards similar to the third rehabilitation center.

Under the public banner, but in fact in private wards, their treatment is monolithic, their internal management is disruptive and a wide variety of accidents often occur. And because of the special nature of the mentally ill, all the things end up gone. Wang Heiming's forcible confinement to a rehabilitation center is a good example.

After picking up a few cases and looking at them, Chen Song quickly lost interest. The diagnosis given by doctors to most patients was similar, even the treatment plan was the same.

“That's what Doctor Gao calls saving lives, and they're just stifling the mind and soul, turning the patient into a puppet who loses his self. ”

Keep looking, the bookshelves and desk drawers are all empty, Chen Song enters the room again, he lifts the bedplate, rips off the duvet cover and pillows, nothing.

Finally, he looked at the big, somewhat exaggerated wardrobe, the only place in the dean's office he hadn't looked.

“There are more than two adults stuffed in this closet. Is it possible that the missing Dean is hiding in it?” Chen Gong sweeps the wardrobe with a broken hammer.

There is a police seal on the cabinet door, which should not have been torn off since it was affixed, and the corners are intact.

“Why did the police seal this closet? Did you find the body in there? ”

There are still many strange places, with police seals on the cabinet door, surrounded by adhesive tape, strange words on the corner of the cabinet door, and red nails with half palms.

“There's always something important in this locker.” Chen Guo held the white cat to the door, and he ripped off the police seal and opened the door with a tool hammer.

There was no imaginary bloody scene, no clothes and other strange things, only a blank piece of paper full of text and a few letters that could not be sent out in time.

Pick up the top piece of paper with your bare hands and let Chen Song's heart beat.

“The kid in room three is starting to go crazy again. He was the first person to see the door, and I suspect the door was related to him. ”

Isn't room three empty? Where did this kid come from?

Chen Gong continued to look down, and this information sealed in the wardrobe clearly documented how a 'door’ destroyed the entire hospital.