Ning Que sat on the bed with his arms folded, looking around, and first found a small camera on the table.
No, I can't be so passive. Although I don't know what the room where the mentally ill patient stays looks like, the presence of cameras will definitely not help me do my job.
Then he suddenly muttered to himself, "Looking for something, looking for something." He first lifted up the bed board, and suddenly found a little red shadow flashing in the wood board, so he quickly covered it back.
He deliberately made loud noises and crawled under the floor, "Hide and seek, catch and seek!"
With the help of the light outside, Ning Que could barely see what the red shadow under the bed was.
The word "Help" was written in red on the rough wooden board. The handwriting was very sloppy and barely recognizable. The last stroke of "Help" was very long, as if someone had written it in a hurry while desperately pulling it.
The red writing had turned somewhat black and seeped into the wood, and there were some tiny red bloodstains next to the words.
Ning Que followed the red bloodstains and found another word on the front right side of the bed. "Escape!" His strokes were intermittent and there were no other words written anywhere else.
It was almost time, and there was definitely something wrong with this place. Ning Que moved his body and prepared to go out.
There was a man standing in the light, wearing straight chiffon trousers and a pair of brown leather shoes. He was spotless and it was obvious that he was a clean person.
He spoke, his voice like the collision of gold and jade, crisp and pleasant, "There shouldn't be anyone!"
The other boy sounded a little older, but he was very charming and alluring. "Why don't you just take out the surveillance camera and take a look?"
"You think it's easy to adjust the surveillance. We can't alert the enemy at the moment. All the participants are in the dark."
"Alright, hurry up and find the information. I finally managed to get that nurse away for a while."
Next came the sound of rummaging through drawers and cabinets. Although it was very soft, it sounded like a knock on Ning Que's heart.
The younger one said, "Huh? There's a surveillance camera here." Then he heard the sound of a machine breaking, probably because it was crushed.
The old one said, "I've dealt with several of them."
Then there was the sound of shuffling papers.
Knock knock knock, there's a knock on the door.
"Senior Ge, the thing you want..." After a pause, a suppressed voice of fear emerged. Ning Que could tell it was the young nurse's voice.
"Director Wen, why are you here too? You can't do this. If we get caught, Dean, oh my god, we'll all be fired."
Ning Que couldn't help but give the young nurse a thumbs up. She was truly a great teammate, at least these two people could be confirmed.
Ning Que couldn't hear clearly what they said to the young nurse, and could only vaguely guess based on some words.
It's like don't tell others, and their responsibilities are quite special, and the more detailed ones are no longer clear.
Soon, they were out.
Ning Que crawled out from under the bed and looked up to see that the table was still pretty much the same as before, except that the positions of some things had shifted slightly, which was impossible to tell without careful observation.
Ning Que pretended to take out a kitchen knife from under the bed, held it in his hand, and searched for the things again.
I opened the bedside table and the first drawer contained some medicines. I could barely recognize the two bottles of haloperidol and risperidone. The rest were in foreign languages. It is true that I only regret not having read enough books when I need them.
There was nothing in the second drawer, but there was an opaque glass bottle in the third drawer. Ning Que took it out and placed it on the table.
In short, the only useful thing Ning Que could find was that his name was Xiao Xiyun, he was 37 years old, and he had a history of mental illness for 3 years. It seemed that the blow was too great, which led to some stress-induced mental disorder.
What remained in the room were some past medical records with various medicine names printed on them. After flipping through a dozen records, Ning Que suddenly noticed that the medicines he was given almost every Saturday included sleeping pills and sedative injections.
According to this list, tonight is Saturday, so there will be something exciting to watch.
She was really grateful for the advancement of technology, otherwise Ning Que really wouldn't be able to understand the doctor's scribbles. However, she still took out a record sheet, folded it and put it into the space.
The bathroom was not as small as he had imagined. There was a small bathtub inside and a full-length mirror opposite the bathtub. Ning Que opened all the bottles of shower gel and looked through them. Finally, he found a pair of rings in the bottom compartment of the toilet tissue box. They were engraved with "XZZ" and "XXY".
This should be a pair of wedding rings, but why is it engraved with my husband's name?
Ning Que inspected the room again as if he were inspecting his territory. Then he ruffled his hair, tore his clothes a little, and smeared some dust on his face, making himself look like he had crawled out of a coal mine.
Hehehehe!
Then, the entire room was filled with clanging sounds, echoing in the corridor outside and mingling with the sounds of patients throwing tantrums in the nearby ward. Ning Que hacked at the entire room, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, refurbishing the entire place in the process.
The head nurse saw that it was almost time, so she had to check on Xiao Xiyun, who came in through the back door, to see if she had taken the medicine. After all, the dean had specifically instructed her to do so. However, when she was still a few meters away from the room, she heard chopping sounds from inside.
"What are you doing!" As the door was pushed open, the fat head nurse stuck her head in, and a kitchen knife was embedded in the door panel less than five centimeters away from her head.
Ning Que watched a round bead of sweat slide across her forehead, opened his eyes wide, pulled out the kitchen knife with force, and performed acrobatics in front of her.
The head nurse looked at the woman in front of her with disheveled hair, dancing with a kitchen knife vigorously, her eyes full of fear. She immediately closed the door again, took out the cell phone from her pants tremblingly, and quickly called the dean to tell him that something happened here.
For some reason, there was a busy tone on the other end. She comforted herself, saying, "It's okay, it's okay. I've been through a lot, it's just a mental illness."
The phone was stuck to her face because of sweat. The busy tone inside the phone made her heart even more confused. The door behind her was still banging. "Tsk, why don't you answer the phone?"
Perhaps it was the woman's sixth sense that made her slowly raise her head, and she found a woman's face pressed against the only small piece of glass on the door, with bright red blood flowing from her eyes, bloodstains on her face, and saliva from her mouth leaving a mark on the glass.
She screamed, her legs went limp, her vision went dark, and she fainted.
"This is too scary!" Ning Que pouted and pulled the red lipstick off his body. He ran to the bathroom to look at the lipstick marks on his face and made faces in the mirror. "How can it be scary?"
Ning Que lay on the only intact bed, listening to the loud noises outside. Perhaps because of the intense exercise she had just done, she felt a little sleepy and yawned.
After the noise outside gradually died down, a very authoritative voice rang out, "What are you doing! Something happened in the hospital, and you don't know what to do? You've read too much!"
After knocking on the door twice and seeing that the person inside didn't respond, he turned the doorknob down twice and someone came in.
The old man with half white hair had bright eyes and a very sharp look. His back was straight. He was wearing a white coat and his shoes were spotless. It seemed that he was the dean.
Ning Que huddled in a corner, trembling and hugging himself, looking frightened.
The dean didn't seem surprised at all when he saw her like this. He slowly walked over. When he was almost close to Ning Que, he stopped and said, "Xiao Xiyun, what are you doing?"
Ning Que held his head in his hands, making a sound that sounded like laughing and crying.
The dean put his hands behind his back and said, "I'll pick you up at 8 o'clock this evening. Think about your son, you know what to do!"
The door slammed shut, and the air conditioner was still hissing in the room.
Tsk tsk tsk, most of the sons and grandsons are not his.
"Why?" Yiping's voice suddenly rang in Ning Que's mind, startling her.
"Are you back?" Ning Que asked.
"Well, now that you're back, tell me why first."
Ning Que said, "I guessed."
Ning Que had been catching up on his sleep in the afternoon until the hour hand of the alarm clock hanging on the wall ticked to the number 8 and the door of the room opened.
"MB, this woman is sick!" A man stood there, all wet. When he touched the light switch, he felt a thin, cold thread.
While he was still wondering what this thing was and where the switch was, he suddenly felt numbness in his fingertips, and then he felt an electric current drilling into his bones and wreaking havoc everywhere, and his eyes were full of sparks and lightning.
Ning Que pinched his nose and used a plastic chair to separate himself from the piece of wire he was pinching. A pool of liquid appeared on the wooden floor.
This man looked very strange. He had a pair of horns on his head and no shoes on his feet. Because his feet could not be called feet, it would be more appropriate to call them hooves.
After a while, the cow man woke up slowly and saw the woman who was usually transported like cargo standing in front of him and looking at him.
"Hurry up and take a shower, we should get going." Ning Que kicked his arm with his toes, and he immediately jumped up from the ground.
Ning Que pointed to a set of hospital gowns he had found in the cabinet on the table next to him and said, "Just make do with it. Hurry up."
After just a few minutes, Niu Ren came out slowly, seeming a little shy, but when he saw the obvious impatience on Ning Que's face, he hurriedly took a few quick steps.
"Please, sister!" Niu Ren invited Ning Que into an iron cage that was as tall as a person and covered with bedding.
"Oh, that's quite thoughtful!" Ning Que's teasing words made Niu Ren's face twitch.
Ning Que walked in as if he was walking on the red carpet, and heard a click, and the iron cage was locked.
The big shot outside put his hands on his hips and laughed heartily, his tone very arrogant, "Hahaha, I just tried to curry favor with you, a stupid woman, and you fell for it, hahaha, and you even contacted me, CNM."
Ning Que also smiled, his face pressed against the iron bar, "Look back!"
The cow man looked back and saw a red rope hanging in the air. It was immediately put around his neck and strangled him tightly.
Ning Que rolled his eyes as he watched Niu Ren tighten his grip. After letting Hong Hong loosen up a bit, he immediately knelt in front of her, tears and snot streaming down the floor. "Sister, I was wrong, I was wrong!"
Ning Que changed to a more comfortable position, "Let's go!"
The iron cage moved steadily in the hospital corridor, but it seemed that no one noticed it.
The song Ning Que sang echoed in the corridor, "Wu La La La train whistle, following the galloping horses, the little sister plays the harmonica, the silhouette is beautiful in the sunset, I write my diary with bullets..."
Ning Que said to the bull pulling the cart in front, "Do you know the name of this song?"
He was silent for a moment before answering, "I don't know."
"Hahahaha, that's called a busy cowboy!"
Talent:...I don’t know whether you are busy or not, but I am really busy now.
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