It was nearly a hundred years ago that Gaoxiang Mental Hospital was abandoned. Leprosy was still a dreaded infectious disease at the time, and there was no effective treatment. Once diagnosed, the patient would be sent to the leprosy hospital for isolation and death.

Although this disease can cause certain mental damage, many of these patients who are forcibly sent here were normal at first.

They were separated from their families and locked up in cramped, dark wards.

Every day I can only peek at the outside world through the small window on the iron gate, feeling fearful and desperate.

He could only leave the cramped and dark ward occasionally in the name of treatment and fresh air, but was forcibly tied up and fixed in the ** by the attending physician and the nurses to inject drugs. Many normal people would become mentally ill if they were sent to a mental hospital.

Every night, after taking sedatives, patients would normally fall into a deep sleep.

So the first rule in the safety code, "the patient is very cheerful," must be wrong.

Xie Yu put on protective clothing as required by the hospital, stood in front of the door of the first ward, and carefully raised her head to confirm the room number.

It is indeed Ward 201, that’s right.

He didn't rush in. He reached out and knocked on the door, then stopped and waited for a while.

Only after hearing no strange noises coming from inside did he open the door and walk into the ward.

The dim and shabby ward was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant.

Most of the paint on the four walls had been peeled off from the bottom to the top. When shining a flashlight, one could see a lot of brown bloodstains on the mossy and moldy walls, some of which were whole blocks and some were in spots and splashes.

This reminded Xie Yu of the laughter, collisions and crying sounds mentioned in the safety rules.

These bloodstains were most likely left by the doctor "treating" the patient or by the patient self-harming by banging his head against the wall.

There was only one bed in the ward, and a tilted tin bucket that emitted a foul odor.

Mixed with the smell of rotten food on the table, the stench was overwhelming.

There was no light in the room, except for a small rusty iron window on the door, which let in a little fresh air from the corridor.

**There was a person lying there motionless, not even the sound of breathing could be heard, it was so quiet that it seemed as if he was dead.

Xie Yu shone the flashlight at the dark shadow, but did not approach it immediately. Instead, he observed it from a distance.

The purpose of their midnight ward patrol is to check whether the patients are staying in the room well, whether they have calmed down and fallen asleep peacefully after taking the medicine, and to search whether there are any dangerous items hidden in the ward.

The leprosy hospital was built with local funds to isolate patients, and the amount of money allocated each month depended on the number of leprosy patients.

The hospital director and attending physicians would not want to see these patients die.

The patient in Ward 1 was an old man in his 50s or 60s. His leprosy symptoms were not obvious. There were only a few light-colored patches on his orange-peel-like skin. The surface was smooth and without infiltration. According to Xie Yu's research, this was a disease that could be cured on its own.

But Patient No. 1 just lay quietly on the single bed, as thin as a shriveled and dehydrated human body.

It is conceivable that he would spend the rest of his life in loneliness in this mental hospital.

He calmly shone the flashlight under the bed, at the corner of the wall, and inside the tin bucket.

No other abnormalities were found.

Xie Yu held a flashlight and stripped every corner of the ward.

A string of thin and firm handwriting was found at the end of the bed: Sun Xingquan.

Is this the name of Patient No. 1?

While thinking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something sticking out from under Patient No. 1's arched back.

I shone a flashlight on it, but the quilt mostly blocked it, so I couldn't see clearly.

He lowered his footsteps even more quietly, squatted down with some difficulty, and reached his hand into the thin, damp quilt of Patient No. 1.

His body was so cold and lifeless, and his bent back was so brittle that I could feel it tingling even through his hospital gown.

Xie Yu exerted a little force and pulled out a piece of red cloth tied into a knot.

I don't know where this piece of cloth came from, but it was just enough space for my head to fit in.

"I'm sorry, I have to take this piece of cloth." Xie Yuxin said.

If something happens to Patient No. 1 at this time, it may affect the progress of the Rule Ghost Story.

[Ding, got the key clue: red rag. ]

[Changes in key NPC death nodes have been detected, and a new plot has been generated——]

A completely new plot?

Xie Yu stood up with the help of the bed, and the moment she stretched out her other leg, she suddenly felt numb.

The flashlight hit the bedpost with a clang, fell to the ground and rolled under the bed.

He was startled and quickly stuck his head in to pick it up. He waved the flashlight around and shone it on the small note stuck in the gap between the bed boards.

He reached out and took the note down.

At this moment, Xie Yu caught a glimpse of the old man's eyelids beginning to tremble wildly. He no longer hesitated and quickly left the room.

“Bang!!”

As soon as the heavy iron door was closed and locked, a bloody hand with wrinkles suddenly stretched out from the iron window!

The small piece of paper in the interlayer of the bed seemed to have touched some taboo. Patient No. 1 banged his head against the iron door frantically, sometimes making strange and weird laughs, and sometimes sobbing and crying like a normal old man.

Xie Yu looked into the bloodshot eyes and his heart beat like thunder, but he couldn't leave yet. The first rule of the night duty stated that when there were noises of banging, laughing or crying in the ward, he should patiently ask about their demands and satisfy them.

But Rule Seven also mentioned that Patient No. 1 did not like teeth. The two were obviously contradictory. Asking about his demands would inevitably lead to him showing his teeth. Xie Yu lowered his eyes and thought carefully for a while, then took out his mobile phone from his pocket, typed a few words quickly, and then stuck the phone to the iron gate.

Text-to-speech is on.

A sweet mechanical female voice came from the phone: "What can I do for you?"

The volume was just controlled in this small area. The patient in Ward 1 banged on the iron door a few times, but the door was really solid. After a long while, an unwilling voice came from inside. The voice was as hoarse as fingernails scraping tree bark: "I want to... see my daughter."

Daughter? Xie Yu wrote down this key information.

He quickly typed a line of words on his phone and played it to Patient No. 1 again: "Okay, I understand your feelings very well. I have recorded your feedback for you. It will take about one to three working days. Please be patient and wait~"

The rules required him to satisfy them, but what could a little caregiver do?

He can only satisfy the other party