Hot Spring Mental Hospital

Because the house designer here is the same, probably a Virgo. For the overall harmony and beauty of the hospital, each building where patients live has seven floors. Generally, the same type of patients live on one or two floors. They have unique names for their wards. For example, Lou Tiannan and the others call their wards Tianlao (…), their building is the first building, and there are two other buildings where patients live, and people living in the second building have Interstellar version, their interstellar version drawings are also available here, Quanlu found that the second and third floors of the two buildings are marked with supply cabin 2 and supply cabin 2... Only the second and third floors of the seven floors are colored, and the others The floors are all gray, that is to say, the blueprint in hand is for people on the second and third floors who think they are on a starship.

If you are looking for two buildings with four floors and five floors, you need to change another drawing, because there are different types of patients. Although it is complicated, my type is all in color, and the other types of floors are all gray. Find your own room , In fact, you only need to use your own one.

Quan Lu and Wang Hongmian cut out all the colored parts on the drawings and put them together. There are three wards in this hospital. They are Building 1. Buildings 2 and 3 have been assembled. The first to seventh floors are all colored. It was full of people, and compared with my own building, the contrast was obvious.

The seventh floor of Building 1 is gray.

"Could it be that you missed one?" Quan Lu was puzzled.

"I looked for Lou Tiannan's and the others'. Our seventh floor is indeed not printed on the blueprint."

Quan Lu said "ah", "What does this mean? Maybe there is no one living on the seventh floor."

Wang Hongmian shook her head: "No, that's what I thought at the beginning. The stairs leading to the seventh floor were guarded before, and no one went up. Today I found out that the gatekeeper was not there, so I went upstairs to have a look secretly, and found There is a locked iron door leading to the seventh floor, which cannot be entered or exited, which means that the entire seventh floor is closed, but I stood on the stairs and clearly heard someone's voice on the seventh floor! "

Quan Lu let out another "ah".

"No one has ever been to the seventh floor," Wang Hongmian said bitterly, "There must be some secrets on the seventh floor, and there must be some special people locked there."

Quan Lu thought for a while, and asked: "Could it be a lunatic? It's the kind that is very crazy and will violently hurt people anytime and anywhere, or it is a serious mental illness-has hurt people, even killed people. The extraordinary kind?"

Hearing this, Wang Hongmian showed a little smile: "It's possible, after all, I have checked the first building for so long, only the seventh floor has not been checked, and there used to be two nurses guarding the sixth floor, so it is impossible to go upstairs. , Today happened to be that the two nurses were not here, so I had the opportunity to investigate, and it became even more suspicious after the investigation, if there is no secret, why do you have to send someone to guard it?"

Because if you don't guard it, you are afraid that the lunatic upstairs will come out and hurt people...

Quan Lu complained silently in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it, he was afraid that Wang Hongmian would beat him if he said it.

After Wang Hongmian said so much, he even took pains to cut out all the maps and compare them with his own building. Quan Lu felt that this was all useless work...

Since this is a mental hospital, wouldn't it be normal for aggressive patients to be isolated?

Quan Lu deeply felt that Wang Hongmian's urgency to hunt down the prisoner had made him a little lost.

"Have you ever thought that the people locked there are ordinary manic patients?" Quan Lu asked cautiously.

Wang Hongmian immediately vetoed this idea: "How is it possible, do you think things will be so simple?"

Maybe it's that simple...

Quan Lu decided to change the topic, "By the way, I went to see Dr. Mo at his house today."

Hearing this name, Wang Hongmian was obviously taken aback: "Doctor Mo? You mean Mo Wenfeng? What did you go to his house for? You have already said that he cannot be a suspect. Do you still suspect him?"

Quan Lu shook his head: "No, I just want to exchange information with you..."

Wang Hongmian remained expressionless: "I refuse to share such useless information."

Quan Lu: "..."

Quan Lu's crystal boy heart was shattered into scum under Wang Hongmian's contempt.

"We don't have time to talk about Dr. Mo and Dr. Wang. Our task now is—" Wang Hongmian pointed to the gray seventh floor, "Find out who is locked up here."

Quan Lu could only nod.

"My plan is like this," Wang Hongmian said. "On the 10th, there will be an entertainment performance, and all the medical staff will participate. At that time, we will sneak into the seventh floor to see what is there."

Quan Lu was a little worried: "Didn't you say it's locked? And we're going to perform on the 10th."

Seemingly aware of Quan Lu's doubts, Wang Hongmian shook her finger, "The order of the performances is based on the floor, we are in the front, once the performance is over, we will come right away, and they must watch the whole show before they can come." back."

"Then unlock..."

Speaking of this, Wang Hongmian smiled "hehe", "Do you know what I used to do in the police force?"

The corner of Quan Lu's mouth twitched: "Quickly unlock..."

Wang Hongmian: "..."

In this way, the secret operation on the 10th was settled inexplicably. Wang Hongmian also named this activity, "Secret Agent 777 Operation".

Quan Lu's reaction to this is ==.

This incident caused him a huge psychological shadow, because every time he saw Wang Hongmian, the other party would make a gesture of the number 7 with his hands, no matter where he was...

Even if they met in the bathroom, Wang Hongmian would suddenly reach out and make a gesture.

Quan Lu deeply felt that Wang Hongmian was obsessed with this operation. Several times when Quan Lu got up to go to the toilet in a daze at night, he felt someone lying outside the window stretching out his hand to sign a number 7, which scared him in his 20s. Almost wet the bed.

are you crazy!Can it be better? ! !

This is not the only thing that bothers him, there is another thing that makes him very entangled, and that is the program on the 10th.

Up to now, Quan Lu's group has not decided what program to perform.

After lunch that day, Quan Lu and Lou Tiannan stayed in the cafeteria.

"Your Highness..." Lou Tiannan asked in a low voice, "The performance is less than a week away, what are we going to perform, those people in the harem upstairs are proficient in everything, and they can even dance!"

That's not right, they are all concubines, and they don't know how to compete for favor with a little skill.

"What will happen if you don't perform?" Quan Lu asked.

Lou Tiannan held his face and thought about it seriously, then he couldn't help shaking his shoulders as if he didn't know what terrible thing he had thought of: "I will be sent to Dali Temple by the regent, woo woo woo, I will be sent to Dali Temple." If you play badly, Your Highness, we must perform, although I can sacrifice my life for the country, but it’s better not to donate.”

This is useless...

"Yes," Quan Lu slapped the table, "Xiaolou, you can sing Peking Opera, you can sing two sections."

How could Lou Tiannan enjoy the brain-piercing magic sound by himself?

He cannot be deaf alone.

Lou Tiannan, a lover of Peking opera, was very moved when he heard that His Highness asked him to sing Peking Opera on stage: "Your Highness, are you doing this for me? I will definitely sing well, woo woo woo, so touched."

Quan Lu: "...hehe."

"Korean Won goes up and dances to the master," Quan Lu said, "I'm in charge of keeping time for you."

Han Yuan considers himself a teacher of the country and a noble figure in the country. Quan Lu talks about the great dancer in front of him every day, and he can't stand it anymore. Is that the great dancer?Can that be called the Great Dancer?Can a noble national teacher like him compare with a witch in the countryside who pretends to be a witch?

"Your Highness," Han Yuan felt that he should express his dissatisfaction, "That's not a dance master."

"Oh, what is that?" Quan Lu pretended to be very curious and asked.

This kind of knowledge-seeking eyes greatly satisfied Han Yuan's nature of being a good teacher. He patiently explained: "Your Highness, I am offering sacrifices and catching demons."

Quan Lu: "..."

He thought that Han Yuan could say such high-quality things, but it turned out to be a sacrifice and an invitation to the gods. Have you ever seen a priest holding a mahogany sword and saying Mary Beibei Hong in his mouth!Have you ever seen a yellow cloth strip (torn from the curtain) in your hand when catching a demon, and singing "Look at me 72"! ! !

Thinking of the last time Han Yuan waved the cloth strips torn from two curtains in the corridor and sang loudly: "Women's college is going to change eighteen, watch me change 72~"

At that time, Quan Lu's whole body collapsed.

He thought Won was dancing girl at the time and just sang the wrong lyrics.

For this reason, he asked Han Yuan why he sang the old-fashioned antique song "Look at My 72 Changes". Han Yuan explained: "72 Changes is a Taoist magic. Crack the wall..."

Quan Lu stopped Han Yuan in time, and broke down: "Sure enough, it is invisible to pretend to be aggressive. The most deadly thing is to lose."

Now Quan Lu feels that he wants to make use of things, no, he wants to make use of people.

"Han Yuan," Quan Lu patted him on the shoulder, "Whether it's a dance god or a monster-hunting priest, you can go on stage and show off your housekeeping skills, okay?"

Seeing that Han Yuan was about to explain again, Quan Lu quickly stretched out a finger and quickly tapped Han Yuan's mouth.

"Shh, promise me, you didn't say anything."

Won nodded.

Lou Tiannan's voice came in from one side: "Okay, Your Highness, you beat me, I have learned a new song "Farewell My Concubine", Your Highness, let me perform it for you~"

Damn, even wanting to perform, this is murder.

Quan Lu smiled slightly, with a very sincere and moving expression: "No, no need, you can just perform for Han Yuan, really."

Lou Tiannan believed it was true, and cast his eyes on Han Yuan, but his tone seemed to be changed: "Heh, let's enjoy my lord's natural voice."

Not to be outdone, Han Yuan said, "Heh, let me show you my lord's magnificent dancing skills."

Quan Lu: "..."