When the doctor was kicked down by Cui Zuojing, his calf hit the operating table. He limped out of the operating room and shouted, "Catch him!"
The male nurse ran two steps, the anesthetic quickly worked, he gradually slowed down, and was soon left behind.
The doctor's shout attracted the attention of other staff in the corridor. Cui Zuojing ran downstairs with a very clear direction. Now just after meal time, a large number of patients are still in the restaurant. Just a little fuse can trigger a difficult situation. The confusion of imagination, when the time comes, it is convenient to get out.
"stop!"
"Don't run!"
More nurses joined in trying to catch Cui Zuojing, but Cui Zuojing dodged all the way. A male nurse opened his arms and blocked him in front of him. The young man sneered, and he rushed straight over. When the other party reached out his hand to grab him, The side of the body swept past him, and the knife was slashed at the back of his neck.
Cui Zuojing rushed down the stairs, and behind him, the male nurse lost consciousness and fell heavily to the ground.
He ran into the restaurant without a hitch, and before the meal time was over, Cui Zuojing rushed in and followed a group of nurses. No doubt, a little spark fell into the oil barrel, which immediately detonated the restaurant.
Young Ying jumped onto the long table and ran on the plates amid the screams of the patients on both sides. Others quickly joined him, throwing the bowls in their hands and crawling onto the table, shouting and jumping, those who were relatively stable. When the patient saw the nurses pouring in, he understood that the situation was not good, quickly left his seat, and hid in the corner in horror to prevent harm to innocent people.
A patient dancing on the table stepped on another person's hand, and the two quickly scuffled, and the patient tried to attack the nurse while the chaos was taking advantage of the chaos, and the entire restaurant turned into a pot of porridge.
Cui Zuojing had already been hiding under the table. He stared coldly at this series of chaos and snorted triumphantly. Countless legs and feet were intertwined around him. He climbed out from the other end of the table, and just got up, his hand was caught. Living.
The young man turned around and was about to attack the man. One second before his fist landed on the opponent's face, he could see the man's face clearly.
A chubby middle-aged man with brown eyes so calm that he doesn't look like a mental patient at all, but just half an hour ago, this man was lying at the table, babbling on the radio about the explosion of the sun.
Cui Zuojing stopped his hand, and his fist was only five centimeters away from the man's face.
"Come with me." Mingming was almost beaten, but the man had no fear on his face, and said in a low voice, he held Cui Zuojing's hand without letting go, and passed through the crazy crowd, taking advantage of the Ran walked into the small door leading to the back kitchen in the corner of the dining room.
A nurse saw Cui Zuojing's passing back from a distance and shouted loudly, but couldn't make it in a while.
He took Cui Zuojing along a very tortuous road. The structure of the insane asylum is much more complicated than Cui Zuojing imagined, so the intention is self-evident.
They hid in the toilet, the man stood on the windowsill, removed the filter of the ventilation duct, and climbed in first.
The pipe was not too dirty, it was obviously cleaned specially. As for the person who cleaned it, it was the gentleman in front.
Cui Zuojing followed the man all the way up, and when he finally jumped out of the pipe, he found that he had fallen into a ward.
The room is very small, there is only one bed and one table, and there is a cabinet against the wall. Due to the cost, only a few patients in the madhouse can live in a single room. Cui Zuojing thought that the disease was uncontrollable and violent. of patients will be living in isolation, and now it seems that those people are likely to be locked in a basement confinement room or have a prefrontal lobectomy, losing the danger and needing to live alone.
For example, the autistic boy I saw in the lounge before, the scar on his forehead is obviously the scar left by the operation.
The man patted the dust on his clothes and sat on the bed. Cui Zuojing stood vigilantly, leaning his back against the table, keeping a relatively safe distance from him.
He looked at the man, and the man looked at him probingly.
Neither of them spoke for a while, but Cui Zuojing finally broke the deadlock.
"Why are you helping me?"
The man suddenly said, "A man sits on a chair, and who is the chair sitting on?"
Cui Zuojing: "..."
Is he pretending to be crazy
"It's fine if you don't sit on me anyway." Cui Zuojing didn't waste time with him, "My name is Cui Zuojing, how about you?"
"Rudolph," the man replied, his move was just a temptation. It may be difficult for two mentally ill people to understand each other's thoughts, but it is much easier for two normal people.
"The reason for helping you is very simple, just because I thought."
Cui Zuojing raised his eyebrows: "Is it because I'm not sick like you?"
Rudolph seemed to have heard something funny, and murmured, "How can anyone in a lunatic asylum not be sick?"
Cui Zuojing nodded in agreement: "Indeed, even in this place, good people can get sick. What? Want me to help you get out of here and return to your original rich life?"
Rudolph looked surprised: "How do you..."
"You don't have calluses on your palms, so you obviously don't work very much, because you rarely have the chance to go out in the sun here. The color of the small piece of skin that once wore the ring on your hand is still slightly different from the surrounding area. And you just looked down subconsciously. Eyes and wrists, it seems that there should be a watch there, and your time here should not be short, you haven't changed your watch-watching habit for so long, it's obviously deeply ingrained." Cui Zuojing roughly stated his inference, "I guess your identity must be unusual."
Rudolph smiled bitterly and said, "You think right, my father was a wealthy businessman in Belgium, and my half-brother, in order to compete with me for the family property, joined my wife to declare to the outside world that I was crazy and sent me to England. Locked up here, I've been here...for three years."
Cui Zuojing was not very surprised. He had seen similar scenes in some literary works, and said, "Do you want to escape?"
"Definitely." Rudolph said, "In the past three years, I have been thinking about how to get out of here every moment. I pretended to be a lunatic as they hoped, and found out the structure of the entire lunatic asylum. Everything is waiting for the right day to come.”
"You probably need a helper."
Rudolph smiled: "Yes, my brother must have sent someone to watch me. Even if I escaped from the insane asylum, I will find the person my mother left for me. I need someone to help me cover."
"Then you may be disappointed. What I have to do may conflict with yours." Cui Zuojing saw Rudolph frowning and said, "Are you sure you can really go back?"
Rudolph: "I don't know, but it's better to try than to stay here forever. If I don't go, I'll really go crazy."
Cui Zuojing nodded: "Well, I will try to help you as much as I can, but you have to be mentally prepared that I will leave at any time."
Rudolph did not agree: "What are you going to do?"
"I don't know yet." Cui Zuojing folded his arms around his chest. He stared at Rudolph's serious eyes for a few seconds, and suddenly asked, "If everything in this world is an illusion, what would you do?"
"What do you mean?" Rudolph didn't understand. He knew from a long time that Cui Zuojing was a very aggressive patient. He always felt that he was seriously ill, but today's brief contact in the lounge made Rudolph aware that the other party might be Just like him, he's pretending to be crazy.
That's why he found Cui Zuojing. The other party's thinking was very clear and normal, but at this time he said something he didn't understand.
"It's nothing." Cui Zuojing didn't say much, "Let's talk about your plan."
"You know why those doctors and nurses forbid us from leaving the ward at the beginning of the month at night?"
Cui Zuojing shook his head, he didn't know about it at all, but he had to take into account the identity of the mentally ill person, so he said, "Have you found it out?"
"Yes, many nights I was busy surveying and mapping the structure of the madhouse, and wondering why patients were not allowed to go out, I deliberately paid attention to the movement outside. Sometimes I would hear the sound of someone walking down the corridor, as if there was something dragging Thing, every time I hear this kind of movement, there will be patients missing the next day, and the nurses will claim that those patients were picked up by their family members." Rudolph looked at Cui Zuojing, "Do you believe this statement?"
"Of course I don't believe it." Cui Zuojing said, "What do they do with the missing patients? Organ trafficking? Human experiments?"
"They killed the patients and sold their corpses to the medical school as materials for autopsy," Rudolph said. "The law strictly prohibits the use of stolen corpses for autopsy experiments, and they are also arresting corpse robbers, which are packed in cemeteries. With the anti-theft iron railings and iron coffins, the corpse robbers couldn't get fresh corpses, so they set their sights on the lunatic asylum. They colluded with the doctor and took away one or two corpses on a regular basis. They have not been found for a long time. Where are the lunatics?"
Cui Zuojing suddenly realized that the profession of corpse robbers has a long history. In the early 19th century, when modern medicine began to develop, the United Kingdom promulgated a law to reduce the number of death row prisoners. Therefore, the medical school did not have enough corpses. Spend money to buy corpses.
They stole freshly buried corpses from cemeteries and sold them to anatomists for huge profits, while the most notorious corpse thieves, William Booker and William Hale, used their hotels to kill people who came to stay. The guests sold the bodies, and the victims were as many as 17 people.
When it came to light, Hale fled, Booker was hanged, his body was publicly dissected after his death, the skeleton was kept in the museum of the Royal College of Physicians in Edinburgh, and the skin was turned into a purse.
Unexpectedly, it has been nearly a hundred years since that era, and there will still be such a thing, Cui Zuojing quickly accepted this setting and said: "So you want to take advantage of the patients to leave the room at night, the corpse robbers come over, the doctors and nurses Running away when neglected?"
"Yes, that was the safest time. Since the madhouse has reached an agreement with the corpse thief, it means that no matter what happened that night, it will not be suspected. The patients' rooms will be locked by the nurse, and there will be no People can disturb us, just go out through the ventilation duct."
Cui Zuojing thought about it and thought it was feasible, "Okay, when will the corpse robber come next time?"
"Just today." Rudolph narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile, "You haven't been here for a short time, right? Why don't you even remember such a special day?"
He sounded like he was joking, but Cui Zuojing understood what he meant and didn't care about being suspected by Rudolph, he said, "You don't need to test me, I don't deny that there are many suspicious things about me, but this has nothing to do with tonight's plan. influences."
Rudolph fully showed his courage as the son of a wealthy businessman. He smiled slightly, opened the bed, took out the map that took two years of surveying and mapping from the tube at the foot of the bed, and spread it flat on the bed, saying:
"I wish you were worthy of my trust."