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Hearing the scream, Yanai and Chitanda stood up in shock, while Duanmu Huai sighed silently, then turned off the hot pot and stretched.

"Okay, let's go."

The three of them came to the West Building again, pushed open the door and walked into the hall, and the scene in front of them was clear at a glance.

A patient was lying on the ground with his eyes wide open. A big cut was made on his neck, and blood was gushing out like a fountain. There was a knife next to him, covered with blood. It can be seen that it should be the murder weapon.

In short, this is the murder scene.

But there is no atmosphere of a murder scene here.

The reason for saying this is also very simple, because other people seem to be deaf and blind to the dead. They are still sitting in front of the table, either playing chess, reading books, or mumbling alone, immersed in their own world. They seem to have no reaction to everything that happened here.

This is a mental hospital, and these people are mentally ill.

So this is normal.

But the scene in front of them still made Yanami and Chitanda's hair stand on end.

Just now, Duanmu Huai asked them what normal was.

On the other hand, there is no more abnormal situation than now.

A dead person was lying on the ground, and it looked like he had just been killed, but the others were not terrified, nor did they gather in a circle to watch the excitement out of curiosity. They just sat in their seats and did their own things, as if nothing had happened in front of them.

"Hey........."

Duanmu Huai sighed again.

"You wait here."

Throwing down this sentence, Duanmu Huai walked to the dead, squatted down, and observed the other party carefully. Yanami was holding Chitanda, who was about to collapse and almost collapsed on the ground. That is, they were far away and couldn't see clearly, so they could barely keep calm. But...

Xiao Ai seemed really calm.

Yanami looked at Duanmu Huai curiously, she didn't dare to look at the body, and Chitanda hid directly behind Yanami. Although Yanaijian had never seen a corpse in her life and was not sure how she would react, she felt that she would not be as calm as Duanmu Huai.

She watched Duanmu Huai squat down, stare at him, then stand up, walk around and look around. His expression was calm and his eyes were indifferent. Yanaijian suddenly felt that this scene was a bit weird. She had watched TV dramas in which the detectives or police who found the victims all looked serious and serious, and some even had grief, regretting and suffering because of the loss of a life, and vowed to find the criminal and redress the victim.

But Duanmu Huai was not like this. He stared at him, but Yanaijian could not see any emotion, grief, sadness, seriousness... None. The way he looked at the victim was somewhat similar to those mental patients.

Indifferent, indifferent, as if there was only an object in front of him.

Yanaijian looked at this scene, and suddenly felt that the other side seemed to be getting farther and farther away from her. In her eyes, it was as if Duanmu Huai had also put on the clothes of those mental patients and stood there blankly, while she was getting farther and farther away, as if she was watching the performance on the TV screen...

"Gurgle...!"

The gurgling sound of her stomach interrupted Yanaijian's thoughts. She came to her senses and found that Duanmu Huai had returned to her again, looking at her curiously.

"Are you not full yet?"

"That was just an appetizer!"

"Then do you still have an appetite now?"

"Why not?"

Yanajian tilted her head in confusion and looked at Duanmu Huai, who patted her shoulder.

"Well, you are worthy of it."

"???"

"Okay, let's go."

"???"

Although she didn't know what Duanmu Huai was talking about, Yanaijian still followed Chitanda and left the room obediently.

The weird feeling just now had long been thrown behind Yanaijian.

"What did Xiao Ai see?"

After leaving the West Building and returning to the deserted reception room, Yanaijian couldn't wait to ask. It's strange to say that such a big thing happened, but the medical staff were nowhere to be seen. Yanaijian felt that he and others had heard the screams, and the medical staff should have heard it too.

Where did they go?

"Oh, it's indeed a bit interesting, the kind that is suitable for writing into a mystery novel."

Duanmu Huai stretched out two fingers.

"First, we have seen the victim."

"Huh?"

"It's the patient who said before that he was the director of the hospital."

"He..."

Yanajian also remembered.

"Second, the other party is suspected of suicide."

"Suspected?"

"Well, at least that's what I see. He seems to have grabbed the knife with his right hand and inserted it into his neck, and then..."

Duanmu Huai stretched out his finger, compared it to his neck, and then pulled it.

Seeing this, Chitanda's face turned a little livid.

"Can this... person do this?"

"Ordinary people certainly can't do it."

"Then?"

"But it's hard to say about mental patients."

"Ah........."

Hearing this, Yanai was also stunned. Indeed, all this was ridiculous, but considering that this was a mental hospital and the other party was a mental patient, it was normal.

After all, mental patients are originally "abnormal".

"However, maybe someone attacked him from behind, who knows?"

Duanmu locked his shoulders.

"So many people should see it?"

"Do you believe in the testimony of mental patients? What if they said it was dried mushrooms?"

"……………………"

"Please, Excuse me ..."

At this time, Qianqian Tian also asked uneasily.

"Where did those doctors and nurses go?"

Just now Qianzhitian did not dare to watch the scene, but dared to turn around to look around, and then she found that the medical staff who were still with the patient there didn't know where to go.

"Who knows, maybe they go to the prisoners, maybe they are prisoners."

"Woo ... but I feel a little strange."

"Um?"

"Why do they change chairs?"

"What's the meaning?"

When I heard Qiansian's doubt, Duanmuhuai glanced at her curiously, while Qianzhitian said.

"Actually, I noticed that the color of the chair that was originally in that hall changed."

"Change?"

"Yes, the patients were sitting in yellow and blue chairs, but when we went in again, it became white and green."

"?? Is there such a thing?"

Duanmu Huai looked at Bayana in doubt, and the latter frowned and thought about it.

"Woo, I seem to have seen it ... but I can't remember it anymore."

"You still remember so clearly."

"As long as I have seen what I have seen, I can remember clearly."

"Oh ......... it turns out."

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Duanmuhuai can understand why Qianshen Tian does not like reasoning and terrorist novels. Others may forget it after reading it, but if Qianshen Tian has really never forgets this talent, then she will remember if she has seen it. ——- No wonder she doesn't like it.

Because she can't forget.

"What about the material?"

"It should be plastic."

It's not surprising.

Duanmuhuai thought for a moment and stood up.

"Let's go again."

As he said, Duanmu Huai took the two to the gate of the west building again, and then Duanmu located the door and opened the door.

What appeared in the room was the corpse, and the mental patient who turned a blind eye.

They sat on the chair and did their own things.

"What about now?"

Duanmuhuai looked at Qianqian Tian again and asked. The latter glanced around, and then stopped his eyes on an old man on the left, and the latter curled up into a ball, sitting on a chair and shaking his body.

"The tea cup in front of him ... was originally white, and now it has become dark green."

"Can you see it? What do I look like?"

Seeing the tea cup when Bayani saw curiosity, he looked carefully.

"oh."

Duanmuhuai closed the door and then opened again.

"This time is the lampshade of the chandelier ..."

Close the door and open.

"The cover of that book has changed from Japanese to English ..."

Duanmuhuai kept opening the door and closing the door. Gradually, Qianqian Tian not only noticed the abnormalities, but even Barina found that it was wrong. For example, the original white wall became earthy, and the floor of the floor brick was originally turned into a wooden floor.

"What's going on?"

"Verify something a little."

Later, the speed of Duanmuhuai opened the door faster and faster, and gradually, not only did there be problems in it, but the corridors where the three stood began to tremble.

Duanmu Huai stared at the door in front of him, his expression was dignified.

Speaking of which, if it wasn't for the reminder of Qianqian Tian, ​​Duanmu Huai really forgot.

The situation in this world is a bit different from other places.

Starting from the symptoms of the thoughts of the thoughts, to the strange conversations in the back, everything follows a basic purpose.

Psychological influence reality.

Then the question comes. Will such a place that are mental illness follow the same principles?

It seems the same now!

However, the changes in reality and spiritual bearing are limited.

It's like playing computer games, and the map refresh the map will eventually cause stuck!

It's now —————!

"Oh!"

I don't know how many times Duan Muhuai closed the door to open the door. Finally, when he opened the door again, everything in front of him changed!

The ruthless flame sprayed out of the door. The scared Bayana and Qianqian Tian retreated behind, while Duan Muhuai stood still in place, letting the flame fluttering on him.

But the flame passed through Duanmu Huai's body without a entity. Later, in front of everyone, the thriller happened.

The doctor and the patient called, roared, and attacked each other. They picked up everything they could take and smashed all the people around them. Don't care who the other party is, as long as the person around him will be attacked. They attacked everyone without differences, and the entire hall fell into extremely chaos.

"This, what's going on?"

Baya looked at this scene in surprise, and couldn't understand. She had seen the Internet that the patient was resisting the doctor on the Internet, but now it seems that it is not the case at all. Not only will the patient attack the doctor, but even the doctor will attack the doctor. Everyone seems to have deep hatred with each other.

Duanmu Huai just stood there, watching this scene, and then closed the door again.

"Bang!"

The scene in front of them suddenly became dim and dim. When Yanai and Chitanda came to their senses, they found that they were standing in a dilapidated corridor. There was dust everywhere, spider webs and entangled vines, which showed that this place had been abandoned for a long time. You can even see food bags and beverage bottles thrown randomly on the floor.

"So that's it, that's what's going on... "

Duanmu Huai stared at the closed door in front of him, whispered to himself, and then turned and walked towards the door.

"Okay, we can leave now, there's nothing for us to do here anymore."

"Hey? Are we back to the original world? What's going on?"

At this moment, Yanai and Chitanda also hurriedly followed Duanmu Huai and asked their own questions at the same time.

"Actually, you saw it, it's very simple."

"Simple?"

"Yes, doctors, nurses, patients, everyone went crazy, so they started fighting."

"What about arson?"

"No one set the fire, in such a chaotic situation, it might be an accidental fire somewhere. If it were an ordinary person, they might escape, but you know, they are not ordinary people."

Duanmu Huai said casually, but the fact is not so.

He already knew the truth.

It is obvious that this place lost its balance due to the twisted mental superposition, and finally opened the road to the subspace. At the moment when the subspace was connected, all the people here were strongly stimulated by the subspace, and eventually went crazy. This is not surprising. Most people will have a mental breakdown just by sensing the subspace, and places like this are naturally more sensitive.

After that, the consciousness of those who were involved in the death of the subspace gradually settled down, just like leaves floating in the water, slowly sinking to the bottom of the water, and piling up one by one. And what Duanmu Huai and his friends touched was the top leaf. What made Duanmu Huai aware of this was Chitanda's question.

Even if it is a collective memory, everyone has a different focus, and every time Duanmu Huai opens the door, it is equivalent to changing a perspective and refreshing the memory. That is why he opens and closes the door back and forth, in order to turn up all the leaves that originally sank "below" so as to catch the crack in the subspace covered by them.

Fortunately, he finally found it.

There is only one thing to do next.

Duanmu Huai returned to the car, picked up the phone, and called his assistant.

"I'll give you an address, you go find out who owns this place now, and then buy it."

Then, Duanmu Huai quickly gave an order.