Hurrying to follow, Jiang Haochen suddenly realized why he felt strange.
Before the end of the world, he was a business elite who cared about his own image. He would stop and tidy himself up when he saw a mirror. There was no mirror on the sink, so no wonder he felt like something was missing.
"It's nothing surprising. Generally, mental hospitals don't have mirrors to prevent patients from becoming emotionally unstable after seeing themselves."
After Ander finished speaking, he sped up the stairs and didn't care about Jiang Haochen's embarrassed expression.
But in the blink of an eye, Ender was already one level above him.
"This guy, if he's brave enough, he won't be afraid of running into that thing while walking so fast."
Jiang Haochen muttered secretly in his heart.
Although he had not been in contact with Ander for a long time, he always felt that this kid was very similar to Lin An. Both of them were like emotionless robots, and they were rarely afraid.
Three minutes later.
In the messy archives room, Jiang Haochen opened his eyes hard, trying to find Morita Shinichi's information among the cabinets full of cabinets.
“Ye Ye Lin Shan is not like this”
"Morita!? Well, okay, is it Masami Morita?"
“Liangshan Chuanjie”
"Huh? Annie? How come there are foreigners who have a dog's name?"
Like a ruthless rummaging machine, Jiang Haochen concentrated on rummaging through the files. After a while, their feet were engulfed by the file bags thrown on the ground.
In the lack of light, Jiang Haochen even felt that his eyes were going blind.
"Ander, have you found it? Isn't that guy not here for medical treatment? How do I feel!?"
"Shinichi Morita!"
"Fuck! I found it!"
Just when Jiang Haochen couldn't help but wonder if he and others were looking in the wrong place, a file on the third floor suddenly came into view.
Looking at the familiar name on the portfolio, Jiang Haochen was so excited that he almost jumped up.
But as soon as he took it out, his eyes suddenly froze.
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"Ender, why is this file so thin? Compared with others, there is very little in this file."
The hospitalization file is as thick as a book, but in Morita Shinichi's file, there is only about one piece of paper.
"Open it first and take a look. The more problems there are, the more it means we have found the right one."
Not paying attention to the thickness of the file, Ander raised his head, walked quickly to Jiang Haochen and opened the file directly.
"Yes, but your judgment is indeed correct. I didn't expect that that guy is really missing something."
"Wow"
As the seal of the portfolio was torn open, a thin piece of white paper fell out.
Regardless of praising Ander, Jiang Haochen hurriedly turned his head and looked at it with the help of the weak light outside the window.
"Shinichi Morita, male, thirty-eight years old."
"The condition shows that the organ is damaged, causing hysteria. The condition has not improved after treatment. Because of the special situation, he has been transferred to a psychiatric institute."
"Description of condition"
One minute later.
"No more? Just this little thing? We have been looking for so long and only found these few sentences?"
Shaking the report sheet in his hand, Jiang Haochen looked at Ander, who was bowing his head in thought with an ugly expression.
He originally thought that he could find Morita Shinichi's past history here, and even if it didn't work, he could still find something useful.
But apart from some testing terms that he couldn't quite understand, the only useful things on this piece of paper were these two points.
1. This guy is indeed disabled.
2. This guy couldn't be cured and was sent to a research institute.
To be honest, they can think of these two points even if they don't see this thing.
Sitting on the table with some dejection, Jiang Haochen only felt a little irritable at the moment. He had no clue.
Now I feel like a headless fly, everything feels wrong.
Suppressing the messy thoughts in his heart, Jiang Haochen simply urged Ander to wake up after a moment.
"Let's go, let's find out if there is a map here and see where the spiritual institute is."
"It seems that the information can only be there."
"No, no need to look for it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ander calmly raised his head and pointed directly at the top of his head.
"Although the signboard upstairs is not the Psychiatric Research Institute, the top-level research group may be under the name of this unit."
"There are so few files, which means that all the previous records have been transferred. According to common sense, even if the records are transferred, the hospital needs to make a supplementary record. If there is no supplementary record, it means that the doctors here think that there is no such record here.
few."
The meaning was simple and shocking. After listening to Ander's analysis, Jiang Haochen instantly understood what Ander meant.
"You mean the records were moved upstairs, so there's no need to make up for it here?"
"Damn it, why didn't I think of this!"
After Jiang Haochen finished speaking, he slapped his head hard. He felt as if his head was rusty since he entered the mission.
Ender smiled when he saw this and didn't say much.
Without any more nonsense, after confirming that nothing was missed, the two of them rushed to the top floor.
“It’s getting colder and colder”
With white mist in his mouth, Jiang Haochen held a found chair leg as a weapon and carefully followed Ander.
Almost as soon as he reached the top stairs, he felt a chill coming towards his face.
It's as if the roof of the building is not a research institute, but a cold storage where corpses are stored.
For some reason, he seemed to hear something vaguely.
"Ender, did you hear anything? It seems like"
Before Jiang Haochen could raise his ears to listen, the next second there was a shrill scream.
Explode!
"pain!!!!"
"It hurts so much!!!!"
grass!!
The sudden scream caused Jiang Haochen to lose his footing and almost fall down.
The hair on his back suddenly stood up. He looked at the darkness above his head in horror. The hairs all over his body suddenly stood up! His heart was beating wildly. However, before he could subconsciously tighten his grip on the weapon in his hand, he turned around and ran away with Ander, only to see An
De seemed not to be afraid and rushed forward.
"It's not a ghost! It's a TV!"
"What!?"
Half a minute later.
Jiang Haochen looked at the TV hanging on the wall in the hall on the top floor with an ugly expression.
In the dark hall, the TV that kept playing the images repeatedly was really weird. The blue background light kept changing, illuminating the entire hall with a cold feeling of death.
"It hurts! I hurt so much!!"
"Cut my hand off! Doctor! I can't take it anymore! I can't take it anymore!"
On TV, a middle-aged man who was tied to a hospital bed shouted at the top of his lungs. He struggled and waved his arms, begging the doctor next to him to help him cut off his right hand. He was crying so hard that the man was even in pain.
He broke down and cried, just so that the doctor could cut off his hand.
However, the doctor standing next to him was indifferent and just calmly started to introduce to the camera.
"As you can see, in psychiatry, there is a type of patient whose situation is extremely special."
"After they lose part of their limbs, they often think that their limbs have not disappeared. In this case, they will continue to feel pain in the missing limbs, either being cut or burned."
"The hallucinations caused by this kind of cognitive error are called phantom limb syndrome."
In the picture, after the doctor finished speaking, he turned around, grabbed the man's right sleeve, and shook it.