Disaster Shelter

Wen Wen sighed, and stopped paying attention to the meowing sound.

If he wants to hear it, Hu Youling is willing to call it out for him.

Taking everyone around the main building, everyone left Wen Wen's side one after another, including the siblings Liu Jiao who had been chattering.

They are here for fun, not for real adventure, so they are not interested in wandering around with Wen Wen all the time.

When Wen Wen began to observe the wards of mental patients one by one, Zhu Haiyang was the only one following him.

Everyone knows that the scariest thing here is the wards here. Wouldn't it be useless not to visit here?

Wen Wen glanced at Zhu Haiyang with a smile, and then continued to investigate.

Zhu Haiyang shuddered, and rubbed his arms with his hands. For some reason, the place seemed to be colder than before.

So he closely followed Wen Wen's footsteps, not daring to leave too far, a 'big detective' always gives people a sense of security.

The different wards, like the cages where devils were imprisoned, made Zhu Haiyang instinctively feel uneasy.

So far, Wen Wen hasn't found anything abnormal, but he is more interested in this place instead.

Just from some layouts in the ward, Wen Wen can synthesize the appearance of this patient in his mind.

Every ward here has different characteristics, some are full of weird symbols, and some are full of filth.

The wards on the first and second floors were okay, but on the third floor, the atmosphere obviously became depressing, and Wen Wen also smiled.

He stood at the door of the first ward, and after seeing the appearance inside, he sighed: I thought there was nothing left here, and they were all things to fool people. I didn't expect this ward to remain the same as it was half a year ago. .”

Zhu Haiyang looked at Wen Wen in surprise: How do you know that?

Wen Wen pointed to the ward in front of him and said, If you're not a real mental patient, you can't draw such a pattern.

Zhu Haiyang looked at the ward full of various oil paints strangely, took a flashlight to shine around, scratched his head and said, There is nothing strange here.

You don't find it strange because you only see part of it.

Wen Wen took Zhu Haiyang's flashlight and placed it vertically in the middle of the ward. The bright light shone on the ceiling, illuminating the entire room brightly.

Zhu Haiyang walked into the ward, looked around again, and was about to tell Wen Wen that there was still nothing strange, when he suddenly felt a nausea.

He seems to be in a completely asymmetrical world, those strange oil paints are like distorted symbols, dancing like a kaleidoscope before his eyes.

hey-hey……

Wen Wen turned off the flashlight, and Zhu Haiyang, who was holding on to him, felt better. He looked at Wen Wen in shock and said, What's going on!

It’s okay to only look at a part of the pattern, but once you take the entire cell into your eyes, you will find that there is nothing symmetrical here, and those oil paints distort everything in the cell.

And that sense of distortion made him feel frightened from the bottom of his heart.

You don't know, how do I know, except for that patient, probably no one understands the distance of this ward.

Wen Wen threw the flashlight to Zhu Haiyang, and was about to go to the next ward. When he walked out of the door of the ward, he said to Zhu Haiyang: Actually, I still suggest you go back now, or you may have an accident in a while. There are many things here that you shouldn't do. watch.

Zhu Haiyang gritted his teeth, and still followed Wen Wen, refusing to leave even one step, but his eyes narrowed a lot.

When he left the hospital, Wen Wen had a deep memory of the cell full of patterns, and there seemed to be some kind of power in the distorted paintings.

I didn't know what was going on at the beginning, but now it's clear at a glance.

Those paintings have some superpowers!

The properties of the meager super power are very strange, it is different from the power of a super user, and it is not very imaginable from the general containment, as if it is completely dependent on that painting.

Zhu Haiyang followed Wen Wen, somewhat puzzled how Wen Wen found out that the ward was abnormal. You must know that Wen Wen never used a flashlight from the beginning to the end!

There is thin moonlight shining in from the outside in the ward, which keeps the place from being completely dark, but it is somewhat difficult to see clearly.

But this time he didn't ask Wen Wen any questions, he just followed Wen Wen and observed Wen Wen.

Next, they saw several strange wards, some covered with bloody handprints of different sizes, and some with clear imprints.

Every ward here puts enormous pressure on Zhu Haiyang, as if the devil once lived here.

The patients who can live here are not ordinary mental illnesses. Some of them are rational and some are crazy, but they all have unexplainable phenomena.

Did you know that there used to be a guy who called himself an observer living here. He claimed to be able to see the fate of anyone, but he never had an accurate word about the fate of another person. Wen Wen said, pointing to a neat and tidy ward that is rarely seen here. .

Zhu Haiyang frowned and said, It's just paranoia.

I used to think so too, but then I changed my mind a little bit.

Wen Wen didn't continue talking, and Zhu Haiyang didn't press on.

Wen Wen was very satisfied with his reaction, and continued to look at the cells.

While these people are deeply flawed in some ways, it seems to me that they are closer to something than any ordinary human being.

It's also closer than a power user...

Of course, Wen Wen didn't say anything later.

Starting from the previous ward, Zhu Haiyang stopped talking, because Wen Wen had to explain every new ward that appeared, and he seemed to be very familiar with this place.

Familiar as a patient who was once locked here!

Well, he did live here for a while...

The eloquent Wen Wen made Zhu Haiyang feel chills from the bottom of his heart. It would be fine if Wen Wen just explained to him, but the scary thing is that with his explanation, this place became even more eerie.

He had explored here more than once, but every time he didn't feel this way, could it be because of the detective in front of him?

Also, how did he know so much information about this mental hospital?

In his doubts, the third floor soon came to an end, and the stairs leading to the fourth floor were locked by an iron door.

It seems that the exploration of this hospital is over here, let's go back and meet up with other people. After seeing the chain, Zhu Haiyang almost breathed a sigh of relief.

Tsk, when I signed up to join the group, no one told me that there are places here that I can't enter.

Wen Wen looked at Zhu Haiyang with a half-smile, opened his mouth and said with a smile, Isn't it, Mr. Helper.