In an abandoned prison overgrown with grass, Gorman, who was teaching Weiran a moment ago, asked in a confused manner, "Do you know where this place is?"
"This abandoned prison?" Wei Ran shook his head, "How would I know."
"This prison was established at the end of 1982 with the support and advice of Comrade Androbov. From 1983 until the collapse of the Soviet Union, there were a total of 116 spies from other countries and 29 traitors who leaked important information.
Sent here."
"The Androbov you are talking about is..."
"it's him"
Gorman nodded with a smile, "Although this prison did not exist for a long time, everyone who was sent here confessed all their secrets while staying sober and physically healthy. At the same time, here
We have also provided anti-torture training to many KGB employees.”
At this point, Gorman himself couldn't help laughing, "Victor, you may have broken two records."
"What record?" Wei Ran asked subconsciously.
"You are the only 'non-Soviet' person who is likely to leave this prison alive, and the only 'non-Soviet person' who will receive anti-torture training here."
“It’s such an honor”
Wei Ran swallowed involuntarily and couldn't help but asked curiously, "Those who didn't leave alive, they..."
"The code name here in the Soviet era was Fishing Ground No. 33. Privately, everyone used to call this place the Bell Tower."
Gorman explained with a smile, "But even the fishery workers won't eat the fish in the lake far away. Do you know why?"
"I don't want to know anymore." Wei Ran understood the other party's hint instantly.
Gorman smiled, stood up slowly, led Wei Ran towards the door and said, "Okay, we should go back to Kirov. I have just finished teaching all the courses. The next time
It’s for practice.”
"Where are we going to practice?" Wei Ran chased the other party and asked.
"You'll find out if you follow me"
However, Gorman did not explain. After leading Wei Ran through the ajar door, he fished out an iron lock from the weeds on the side of the door and hung it up, and then walked straight towards the lake in the distance.
The two walked along the lakeshore. After walking for more than half an hour, they pulled out a well-camouflaged fiberglass boat from a patch of weeds on the lakeshore.
The two of them got on the boat first, and Gorman started the engine at the rear of the boat, slowly drove to the other side of the lake, and entered a calm river.
After sailing along the river for more than an hour, the boat entered a wider and busier river.
"Is this the Vyatka River?" Wei Ran asked in hindsight.
"Of course," Gorman responded matter-of-factly, and then drove the boat to a small dock on the river bank.
Following each other out of the dock, the two got into a slightly older car. Gorman drove the car along the road along the river, and crossed the bridge across the river before the sun set.
Once we entered the city of Kirov and finally stopped at the entrance of a mental hospital next to the bridge.
"We're at the place, come down."
Gorman said as he pushed open the car door, then took out a white coat from the trunk and put it on. I don't know if it was to cover the wound on his nose, but the old guy even put on a mask.
This was not over yet. When the weather came down, Gorman also gave him a white coat and a brand new mask, "Put it on. In the next few days, you will work with me as an intern."
"Work in a lunatic asylum?" Wei Ran asked as he skillfully put on his white coat.
“This is a great place”
Gorman said as he walked inside, "Everyone has a secret, even a mentally ill person has his own secret. If you can ask them about their secret, it won't be that difficult even for a normal person.
Of course, you are not allowed to use violence against these poor guys. I am the director of this private hospital. If you hurt them, I will pay the money and go to jail."
"What do you mean..."
Wei Ran was too lazy to argue and ask. After getting dressed, he followed the other person into this scary-looking mental hospital.
If you ignore the patients who behave strangely, as well as the tall courtyard walls and the barbed wire fences on the walls, this place is quite beautiful, and it is even quite similar to the courtyard where Nicholas lived in seclusion in Jima and his village.
After this idea came up, Wei Ran became more and more suspicious, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Gorman, you..."
"Dean," Gorman corrected, "after entering the gate, please call me Dean Gorman."
"Okay, Dean Gorman." Wei Ran said again helplessly, "I have seen this hospital building in other places."
"Are you talking about the courtyard where Mr. Nicholas lived before?"
Gorman said with a smile, "This hospital was built based on the place where Mr. Nikolai lived. Even the people who worked there at that time also worked here, except Mr. Nikolai."
"Okay." Wei Ran spread his hands and followed Gorman obediently into the room.
Compared with Nikolai's yard back then, this place was much more lively. Just the caregivers who were the size of Russian aunts. Along the way, he saw no less than 30 or 40-year-olds, not to mention some who were slightly younger, but they were all
Compared with a male nurse who has a bigger body and a rounder waist.
In addition, there are five or six ambulance-like vans in the parking lot on the side of the entrance.
Following Gorman into the office in the main building, Gorman closed the door but directly threw a pencil and a stack of A4 paper to Wei Ran, "The people I just introduced to you, as well as the names of the patients they are responsible for, and
Write down or draw physical features, and write down as many as you remember."
Seeing Wei Ran looking at him blankly, Gorman rolled up his sleeves, looked at his watch, and said with a smile, "I'll give you half an hour. If the last thing handed in is not even ten correct,
Tonight I will select a few critically ill patients to sleep in the same room with you."
Before he finished speaking, Gorman had opened the door again and said before walking out, "Before you leave here, this office is yours. As for where you sleep every night, it depends on your performance that day.
Good luck to you, boy."
"You might as well wish me crazy"
Wei Ran cursed secretly, and quickly recalled everyone he met when he entered the house, and wrote down all the information he remembered on paper, including their names, physical characteristics, and the patient in charge.
