Chapter 59 Mental Hospital 11

Lu Cen's tears soaked a patch on the hooded man's shoulder, leaving a dark and ambiguous stain. He leaned against him, inexplicably appearing somewhat obedient. The hooded man looked at him, then suddenly picked him up and carried him through the crowd to room 603.

Zhang Tian opened his mouth, looked at Xu Xi, and couldn't help but say, "Brother..."

Xu Xi ignored him.

Inside the room, Lu Cen was placed on the bed. He pulled the blanket over himself and huddled at the head of the bed, watching the hooded man warily. The man stood at the foot of the bed, his eyelids lowered, looking over at him.

The cold, pale moonlight formed irregular patterns on the ground. Lu Cen's lips turned blue, both from the cold and from fear. When the hooded man reached out and grabbed him, his terror reached its peak, and he screamed uncontrollably.

The hooded man bit Lu Cen's nape and rubbed it with his teeth. A slight electric current flowed through his body, bringing a strange yet familiar feeling.

Lu Cen trembled. He thought about how the people outside knew what was happening here. He couldn't help but cover his face with his hands, and tears welled up in his dry eyes again. In his helplessness, he heard a voice: "Why are you crying? There's no one here. This kind of thing is very comfortable. Trust me, okay?"

The other person licked away the tears on his face.

Just then, a loud crash echoed down the corridor, accompanied by the sound of shattering windows. Zhang Tian rushed over and knocked on the door: "The person...the person got away!"

A dark glint flashed in the hooded man's eyes. He grabbed Lu Cen's neck, forcing him to look up, as if he would snap his neck at any moment: "Where's Xu Xi?"

"Outside."

"Keep an eye on him," the hooded man said.

Like someone who had survived a disaster, Lu Cen lay sprawled on the bed.

Perhaps Zhang Tian thought Lu Cen's martial arts skills were low, so he didn't tie his hands and feet. Therefore, when He Zhizhou came in covered in blood, Zhang Tian was dumbfounded. A gleaming silver dagger flashed through the air, and a line of blood appeared at Zhang Tian's throat, with blood splattering.

Zhang Tian maintained his original expression, his eyes wide open.

The sound of the body falling to the ground startled Lu Cen, who looked at He Zhizhou in shock.

The other person only asked, "Can you leave?"

Lu Cen paused for a moment, then nodded.

The window near the elevator was smashed, and a lot of the wall was also scattered. The night wind blew by, making a teeth-grinding sound. He Zhizhou carried Lu Cen and jumped down from the third floor. Lu Cen had a very poor sense of direction and only knew that they had turned several corners and arrived at a completely unfamiliar building.

He Zhizhou was cautious, afraid of making any noise, so he moved very quietly. They entered a small, cramped room that could barely accommodate four or five people.

Lu Cen finally had a chance to ask him, "Are you injured?"

"fine."

He didn't look alright, so Lu Cen went over to check on him. It took her a while to find two wounds on his back and chest, still oozing bright red blood.

Having no tools at hand, Lu Cen could only tear off strips of cloth from her own clothes to tie him up: "This is the only way."

Suddenly, He Zhizhou covered his mouth and held up a finger near his lips.

Lu Cen was startled when a faint, unclear voice came from the other side. It seemed as if the other party had opened the door, and something was being dragged on the ground, sharp and piercing.

Blood rushed through his veins, and Lu Cen tensed up. In an instant, he knew it was the hooded man approaching.

He Zhizhou was injured, and it was a pipe dream for him to defeat his opponent. The two of them lowered their breathing to a minimum, trying not to attract each other's attention.

After an unknown amount of time, the hooded man slowly left. Lu Cen, who had been holding his breath for so long, turned red in the face and took a deep breath.

He Zhizhou: "Do you know this person's name?"

This was also what Lu Cen couldn't understand. He had looked at all sixteen men, and none of them matched the hooded man in terms of age or appearance.

"I don't know. It's like he appeared out of thin air. And what is the relationship between Xu Xi and Zhang Tian? Why would they help him? It's too strange."

"I'll go check the archives later."

Under the cover of night, the two cautiously made their way to the archives. As soon as they opened the door, Xu Xi and the others were standing inside.

The hooded man said, "Look, isn't this like catching a turtle in a jar?"

With almost no room for resistance, the two were tied up and taken to the top floor of the ward, only to find it filled with mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Lu Cen saw a blood-red scene before his eyes and smelled a strong stench of blood. He couldn't help but bend over and gag.

Zhang Tian's corpse was among them, his eyes wide open.

Xu Xi said coldly, "There's one more person."

The hooded man: "I'll go find it."

Blood trickled down, wetting Xu Xi's shoes, but he didn't care at all, his relaxed expression making him look even more terrifying, like a demon crawling up from hell.

"Why...why did you kill so many people?"

"Why? I thought you knew the truth." Xu Xi sneered, "What, you've forgotten about something that happened more than ten years ago so quickly?"

“Back then, my sister was pushed into the river and drowned. No one saved her. You all saw it and chose to stand by and do nothing. She was not even seven years old at the time!” Xu Xi’s body trembled, and he was somewhat out of control. He took a deep breath and became the indifferent doctor again: “If I am indifferent, you are a thousand times, ten thousand times more indifferent than me.”

Lu Cen's face turned pale: "That doesn't justify killing so many people."

Xu Xi lifted Lu Cen up, his eyes filled with chilling coldness: "It's not your place to tell me what to do. This way, I'll make your death more comfortable."

"Otherwise," Xu Xi stomped on He Zhizhou's chest, grinding it forcefully. He Zhizhou coughed up blood violently from the force. "I'll treat you the same way I treated him, understand?"

Lu Cen: "Was it for your sister? You killed so many people, many of them innocent. You were just venting your emotions!!"

Xu Xi looked down at them, her expression growing even colder: "Innocent? You call them innocent by standing by and doing nothing? Do you know how much effort I put into gathering everyone from back then here? You say I wasn't doing this for my sister? How laughable!"

Seeing his frenzied state, Lu Cen was speechless. After a long while, she finally said, "You're doing this for your sister, but what about them? What are they asking for?"

Xu Xi let go of his hand, allowing him to sit on the dirty ground, her expression unreadable: "Them? You're so smart, do I need to tell you?"

Lu Cen did not speak again.

After a long time, the hooded man still hadn't returned, and Xu Xi became visibly anxious, wondering what had happened over there.

The night air was cool, and Lu Cen shivered, trying to curl up into a ball to reduce the surface area exposed to the wind.

He Zhizhou leaned against the wall and struggled to take off his blood-stained coat: "Wear mine."

Lu Cen did not refuse.

He was so cold; He Zhizhou had lost too much blood, and his lips were white.

The sky changed from deep blue to light blue, then to grayish blue, and tiny glimmers of light rose from the horizon; dawn was breaking.

The hooded man came up the stairs carrying a person in his hand. It was Zhou Yang, who was half-dead and thrown on the ground: "Everyone's here."

"Let's get started," Xu Xi said calmly.

Without hesitation, the hooded man lifted Zhou Yang to the edge of the rooftop. With a forceful pull, Zhou Yang's neck slumped down like broken porcelain.

He walked toward He Zhizhou, death drawing ever closer. He Zhizhou showed no sign of panic, but instead whispered to Lu Cen, "This person isn't on that list of sixteen. He can't be invisible; he must have an identity in this hospital. The only possibility is that Xu Xi hid his file."

“I’ll try to stall him. Think about it carefully; Xu Xi might have hidden his file there.”

Before Lu Cen could speak, Xu Xi appeared to have used a special prop. His pale face gradually turned rosy, and he slowly stood up.

The hooded man was a little surprised: "Oh, you still have strength?"

The two started fighting on the rooftop. Lu Cen took the opportunity to slip down the stairs. Xu Xi saw this but did not make a move. Instead, she chose to control He Zhizhou.

Lu Cen rushed to Xu Xi's office on the third floor. This was a private office, and he quickly searched through drawers, cabinets, and everything else he could find.

Finally, he found it in an inconspicuous folder. When he opened it, the one-inch photo inside was clearly the face of the hooded man, and the name in the name column was Xu Li.

Lu Cen was overjoyed and ran back to the rooftop, only to find He Zhizhou's body carelessly thrown in a corner, blood flowing continuously from his body. He stood there stunned, his fingers gripping the file folder tightly until his fingertips turned white.

A hand suddenly grabbed the file folder in his hand: "So you were looking for this? What, are you thinking of calling the police?"

Lu Cen was shocked and took a few steps back, while calling to his assistant to fill in the murderer's name.

"Player Lu Cen, please fill in the name of the murderer in this murder case."

A light screen appeared not far away. Before Lu Cen could raise his hand, Xu Xi pressed down on his shoulder, her eyes flashing: "Afraid of me?"

No...no.

Xu Xi used a little force: "Lying!"

Xu Xi was expressionless, a stark contrast to the cold and gentle person she had been before, as if that person had never existed.

Lu Cen was terrified, his chest heaving, his eyes blurry with tears. He felt a deep sense of separation from Xu Xi, and he was both afraid and dared not resist.