Chapter 15

There was no sound coming through the loudspeaker.

"drop--"

With the red light flashing, the iron door made a clanging sound as it slowly closed behind several people.

The group of people continued to walk forward.

Su Cheng lowered his voice and asked, "So, what do you want to do?"

Wen Jianyan pushed the cart, slowly shook his head and replied:

"To be honest, I'm sure."

He currently has too little information in his head. He is like a firefly in the vast night, enough to see the whole world clearly. The only thing he can do is to follow the clues in his head and search downwards.

Already.

Each ward is far apart and separated from each other by iron doors. It is more like a high-security prison than part of a sanatorium.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the cold forest, giving people a strange sense of security.

After a long time, they finally arrived at Ward 01.

Although the area of ​​the underground ward is equally narrow, the walls are exactly the same as those of the prison. The thick and strong iron railings are welded shut, the cell door is locked, and on the side is a small push-pull door for delivering meals.

The lights in the ward are dim.

The entire Ward No. 01 was shrouded in darkness, and it was difficult to see what was inside.

Luce squatted down, took out a plastic dinner plate from the cart, and scooped out a portion of lentil soup. He placed everything on the push-pull opening and pushed it inward.

The sound of metal scraping echoed in the dark space.

It was still dead silent inside.

The few of them looked at each other and without stopping too much, they pushed the cart towards the next ward.

Behind the crowd, the dinner plate was lying quietly on the spot, seemingly with no intention of being taken away.

Ward No. 02 was also pitch black, as cold and dead as a cave.

The second dinner tray was placed on the push-pull tray and pushed deeper into the ward.

Unexpectedly, this is also the case in Ward 03.

After leaving Ward 03, everyone had a look of confusion on their faces.

Originally, when they entered the second underground floor to deliver meals, they were mentally prepared to encounter all kinds of scary and high-risk patients. However, they had already passed through a total of five wards, and nothing happened, not even a human being was seen.

Half...

This is somewhat strange.

At this time, Luce recalled the question Wen Jianyan started asking and frowned slightly:

"Did that doctor do something?"

Wen Jianyan lowered his eyes and pushed the cart forward.

Since entering the lower second floor, he has been extremely quiet and has not spoken to anyone.

Huang Mao scratched his head and said cautiously: "But, if nothing unexpected happened on this trip, is it considered a bad thing?"

"..."

Several people looked at each other.

Quite true.

Soon, the second iron gate was in sight.

After the harsh "beep" sound, the iron door opened again, and the passage to Ward No. 04 was opened.

Several people took a deep breath, cheered up, and moved forward.

Unexpectedly, the lights in ward No. 04 were on, and the pale and cold light illuminated the large cell. Everyone finally saw clearly for the first time the internal layout of the ward on the second floor underground.

There was a bed that was nailed to the original subway bed, and there was a narrow sink and toilet at the end far away from the bed. However, amidst the simplicity, this ward seemed particularly neat, clean and orderly.

The walls are covered with large and small drawing papers, but without exception, all the drawing papers have been turned over, exposing the gray and white back sides.

A slender man was sitting at the table, his head lowered, holding a charcoal pencil between his fingers and smearing on a piece of paper.

He has a very handsome face, with deep contours, high brow bones, and deep-set eye sockets. The eyes are very light gray. His expression is cold and melancholy, with a kind of classical nobility, which seems to be in tune with this world full of madness and blood.

.

Hearing the footsteps, he raised his eyes and looked this way.

"Good day."

The man politely bowed his head to the crowd and put down his medium-sized charcoal pencil.

It's a pity that everyone here is a senior anchor who "touches" in the dungeon, and no one will be deceived by the guy's seemingly harmless appearance.

Anyone locked up on the second underground floor is an absolutely high-risk mental patient, and they may be ordinary people.

The moment I looked at No. 04, the task list was refreshed with new tasks.

[Elementary task has been released: look at??? paintings]

[Advanced task has been released: get???’s real name]

Several people looked at each other warily and made no reply.

Su Cheng leaned down and opened the door of the metal trolley cabinet. However, before he could take out the plates inside, No. 04 spoke again:

"Excuse me, can I designate a meal delivery nurse?"

Everyone looked over.

No. 04 is sitting there, with toner on his slender fingers, and his long, smooth, soft gray hair is tied back. If he is wearing the same hospital clothes as everyone else, it almost makes people suspect that he is in a towering ancient city.

In the castle, he was received with high courtesy by the owner of Moushentan.

Su Cheng reflexively became wary: "Yes."

No. 04, made another request, but lowered his eyes and continued to scribble on the paper.

"..."

Luce frowned slightly. He pressed Su Cheng's shoulder, stopping his next move. Then, he raised his eyes to No. 04 and asked inquiringly:

"Who do you want to bring you food?"

The sound of charcoal rubbing against the paper stopped.

No. 04 raised his eyes, his light gray eyes moved slightly, and fell on Wen Jianyan at the back of the team. His voice was low and delicate, Judas Fiddle:

"Can I trouble you?"

Following No. 04's line of sight, everyone turned their heads and looked at Wen Jianyan.

"Let me?"

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes slightly and asked.

The head of a man with gray eyes speaks with a sense of good education and restraint:

"I'll force it if you want."

"How could I be willing? This is just my job," Wen Jianyan suddenly smiled: "Yes, as a reward, can you answer a question for me?"

"certainly."

No. 04 smiles: " quid pro quo" (Latin: price exchange)

Wen Jianyan took the plastic dinner plate from Su Chengzhong, asked Luce to put the lentil soup on the plate, and then walked forward slowly.

No. 04 also stood up at the same time and walked step by step towards the small door passing things from east to west.

Wen Jianyan placed the food on the metal plate that was pulled out. He did not immediately push the metal plate to the other side of the iron door. Instead, he raised his eyes and looked into the gray eyes of the man who was very close.

The other person was not strong in stature, and even looked extra slender due to his slenderness. However, after closing the distance, Wen Jianyan realized that the other person was still half a head taller than him.

"..."

Damn the racial gap.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and asked slowly:

"What does Dr. Reese want from you?"

"What? Do you care about him?" No. 04 lowered his eyes, looked at the young man who was only one layer away from him through the iron gate, and asked softly.

Wen Jianyan did not answer this question, but looked at the other party calmly.

"All right."

Chi Wen briefly prepared to provide him with any information, but the other party easily gave in and politely asked again, "Doctor Reese is just conducting a physical examination on us."

"..."
To be continued...