As Lu Zhi was quietly sorting out the clues, the cold voice of the game system rang in the minds of every player:
[Ding! Congratulations to the first player for unlocking 40% of the clues! ]
And there was another voice in Lu Zhi's ears: [Player Lu Zhi ranks first in the progress of unlocking clues. After completing the game, the points will be multiplied by 1.36 times! ]
40%?
Lu Zhi frowned slightly in distress, and stroked the blood-stained footer of the paper with his fingers.
The Second Mental Hospital not only engaged in the illegal smuggling of human organs, but also did other things that endangered society and even all of humanity.
Considering the brutal transformation of the doctors and nurses in the hospital, Lu Zhi felt as if he had touched upon the edge of the truth.
The guess flashed past her eyes so fast that she couldn't even catch the little tail.
It was only noon on the first day of the game. Lu Zhi calmed himself and decided to take a walk around the psychiatric building.
When I opened the door, the corridor was empty, not even a nurse.
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Walking forward slowly, Lu Zhi looked around and noticed that all the wards on this floor were numbered C.
There were densely written curses on the ward door. Lu Zhi leaned forward and gently rubbed it with his fingertips.
It was dried blood, red to black, and filled with the smell of blood that had not yet completely dissipated.
The steel door squeaked as the patient in the room scratched it with his fingernails. Lu Zhi clenched her teeth clenched with a sour feeling on her scalp.
There is only a small window on the door, less than the size of a palm, which allows doctors to keep an eye on the patient's condition at all times.
The tip of Lu Zhi's ear twitched slightly, and he turned his head abruptly, looking over with his sharp black eyes like an eagle. The coldness in his eyes made the visitor pause.
Xia Wenjun walked forward without changing his expression, and raised his wide sleeves with his hand. Lu Zhi caught a glimpse of the glaring knife mark on his cold white wrist and raised his eyebrows secretly.
"Well, are there any clues here?"
Lu Zhi's eyes were dim, and Xia Wenjun didn't notice that her eyes fell on her wrist, so she asked softly.
Lu Zhi: "Get something for nothing?"
Hearing this, he chuckled, "How could that be? Chen Keke found a lot of banned drugs in the pharmacy. Most of those smuggled in from overseas were psychotropic drugs."
This is indeed an important clue, which coincides with Lu Zhi's current thoughts and further verifies her conjecture -
On the surface, the Second Mental Hospital is a regular hospital that mainly treats mental illnesses. It also has an emergency room for treating epidemic diseases such as minor colds. Its prices are affordable and it seems to take people from all walks of life into consideration.
Behind the scenes, all the doctors and nurses in the hospital colluded with the director to suppress the poor people's bodies, force them to receive injections every day, and feed them mind-control drugs.
All medicines are poisonous, not to mention that they are smuggled in from overseas and are strictly prohibited by the country!
Within a few days, the maliciously diagnosed patient began to suffer from various mental problems, losing his mind in suspicion and violence every day.
The thought lasted only a moment, and her long eyelashes drooped to cover the flickering in her eyes. The visitor was sincere, so Lu Zhi didn't waste any words and told her what she had discovered.
"So, we have to go down there tonight. My intuition tells me that there must be some important discovery down there!"
When Xia Wenjun heard that the mad man would be transported to the underground floor tonight, the so-called place where corpses were kept, his eyes suddenly lit up and his suppressed voice became a little sharp.
Lu Zhi did not comment.
The two decided to search the psychiatric building separately. On the surface, they were on good terms with each other, but secretly they were both afraid that the other would become a burden to them.
After glancing at Xia Wenjun's hurriedly leaving back, Lu Zhi just turned his head and met a pair of scarlet eyes in the glass.
The whites of his eyes turned yellow, and his eyeballs were covered with dense bloodshot. He looked so ferocious that he wanted to tear Lu Zhi into pieces on the spot, chew it up and swallow it into his stomach.
The patients' hatred for the Second Mental Hospital was overwhelming, so strong that Lu Zhi was scared into a cold sweat.
"You will not die well! You will not die well!"
The man's hoarse voice was like the sound of a broken bellows, penetrating into Lu Zhi's ears through the heavy iron door.
She stood there in silence for a while, then turned and left quietly.
In the corridor connecting to the second floor of the main building, all the rooms are numbered C. Lu Zhi walked around and found that the patients here were impulsive and irritable, and their cruelty and hatred were almost tangible, but at least they had not completely lost their sense of ownership.
In other words, they had not been using drugs for a long time, but their mental state was indeed affected.
There was no elevator in the psychiatric building. Lu Zhi walked along the only corridor, and suddenly she stopped.
The wards here are gone, replaced by picture frames hanging on the walls.
The frame is bordered with gold, making it look particularly gorgeous and noble.
The light on the ceiling above her head dimmed at some point, and the dim light shone on the woman, and her hair was coated with a layer of mysterious thin halo.
Her long eyelashes flickered, blocking the light and casting a small arc-shaped shadow on her eyelids. Half of her face was immersed in the shadow, her white chin was exposed in the light, and her red lips were slightly curled.
Lu Zhi remained silent for a few seconds, then decisively walked towards the depths of the corridor.
How can you get a tiger cub without risking it?
With one hand inserted into the wide pocket on the waist of his white coat, his slender white fingers grasped the broken scalpel.
After being hit by strong winds and waves, the silver blade was corroded by an unknown force into an irregular wave shape, and the edges and corners turned brown and black.
The red carpet under my feet made the landing soundless. There was a strange smell lingering in my nose, and after a careful sniff, it was a strong smell of disinfectant.
The humidity of the surrounding air has increased, breathing is somewhat uncomfortable, and the water vapor content in the respiratory tract and lungs exceeds the standard.
Standing in front of the nearest picture frame, Lu Zhi raised his chin slightly and looked solemnly at the portrait.
It is a portrait with a message in the lower right corner: "The first generation of Ares creator: Ruan Zhi 2045"
Ares, the ancient Greek god of war.
The man in the watercolor portrait is of sturdy build, wearing battle uniform and armor with feathers on his head, and his appearance is very similar to that described in ancient Greek mythology.
The only flaw is his eyes looking outside the painting.
The first generation of Ares was a failure. He had human emotions and desires. He would feel pain, regret, and hatred.
Only when he looked closer did Lu Zhi notice the marks of stitches all over his waist and abdomen. The stitches were crude and perfunctory, the pieces of skin and flesh were sewn together, and the bloody wounds were painted vividly.
Staring fixedly at the eyes of the first generation Ares that were filled with compassion and regret, Lu Zhi turned around and continued forward.
Behind her, the lifeless portrait was brought to life.
The first generation of Ares is alive.
The stiff black eyes stared straight at the woman's graceful back, and two lines of blood and tears flowed silently on the smooth drawing paper.
The black eyes closed and opened again, blood spread from the needle-shaped pupils to the surroundings, and the scarlet eyeballs were replaced with a stubborn and bloodthirsty fierce light.
Lu Zhi, who was walking in front, was unaware of all these changes.
The airtight corridor began to blew cold winds. This time, no one lay on Lu Zhi's shoulder and blew air into her earlobe.
The owner of the second portrait was, without a doubt, within Lu Zhi’s guess—〈Second Generation Ares Creator: Ruan Zhi 2050〉
This time, the man in the portrait began to become cold-blooded and brutal. His murderous red eyes became the vertical pupils of a beast. The battle suit he wore was connected to the armor with feathers on his head, and was embedded firmly in his flesh.
The spine of the back stood out sharply, the flesh stretched white, and if you looked closely you could clearly see the bones protruding under the thin skin.
The coccyx became his tail.
The creator of the second generation of Ares had the same pronunciation but different characters as the first generation, which caught Lu Zhi's attention and gave her an astonishing thought.
The third portrait is still the same - "The third generation of Ares creator: Ruan Zhi 2051"
Nguyen Zhi, Nguyen Zhi, Nguyen Zhi?
These three people sound like a grandfather and grandson, but Lu Zhi doesn't think so.
She felt that the creator was the same person from beginning to end.
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