"..." Xia Hongbo's answer made some sense. Although it was indeed a bit unruly to do so, we couldn't say anything. After all, this is the rule in a mental hospital.

Jiang Bing called the Xiling City Police Department and asked someone to transport Yuan Zicheng's body back. Jiang Bing followed the police car to go back to the police station to investigate the financial situation of the four deceased during their lifetime.

Zhao Jiyou and I stayed in the mental hospital.

Logically speaking, Yuan Zicheng is already dead, and it is useless for me to stay in the mental hospital, but I still want to go to the ward where Yuan Zicheng was in his lifetime.

Xia Hongbo did not refuse my request and took us to the ward where Yuan Zicheng was in his lifetime.

The somewhat gloomy passage made us feel a little unnatural. I asked Xia Hongbo in confusion why he locked these first-level key patients in this basement.

Xia Hongbo answered us helplessly: "There are not many patients who can be called first-level key patients in a mental hospital. Our mental hospitals cannot serve only such patients. In the end, there are some mental patients who can be regarded as first-level key patients. How many mental patients are terminally ill patients. How easy is it to recover from their previous appearance? Not to mention before recovery, it is very complicated to control the other conditions. In order not to remember other patients, we had to isolate these patients.

And the other thing is…the reason why they were locked in the basement was because they were afraid that they would run away.”

"Escape?" Zhao Jiyou looked around with interest and smiled: "In such an environment, they will definitely not be able to escape."

"That's hard to say." Xia Hongbo shook his head and said, "I remember I told you last night that some first-level key patients escaped from a mental hospital, and they may not have found any clues about them yet. Also, these patients have been staying in mental hospitals for a long time, and they are psychologically rejecting mental illness, so some patients are determined to escape from the mental hospital."

I nodded quietly and continued to walk forward.

Walking in this dimly lit walkway, we can hear heart-wrenching and roars at any time.

"You are sick! I am a doctor. Let me go out. If you don't treat me, you will die!"

"You are the devil...you are the god of death... don't come here..."

"I want to turn this place into hell. This is my world. I am the master. You all want me to be the only one."

The continuous roar made me feel a little tired, but Xia Hongbo and Zhao Jiyou were safe and sound.

It is normal for Xia Hongbo to have such concentration when dealing with patients for a long time. I am more curious about why Zhao Jiyou can also have such concentration.

Zhao Jiyou seemed to see my regret and replied faintly: "My heart is quiet, and the ears are quiet. All sounds actually come from the heart. Just try not to listen to the sound in your heart."

I completely think Zhao Jiyou is nonsense. He can't joke about anything except catching ghosts and warding off evil spirits.

Soon we walked to the end of the underground passage, which was in front of Yuan Zicheng's ward.

The ward is still like that, but there is a lot of blood.

Not only on the ground and on the wall, but also on a lot of blood.

Yuan Zicheng died unexpectedly, and Xia Hongbo was no longer afraid and helped us open the door inside the ward. Zhao Jiyou and I walked into the ward together.
Chapter completed!