On the surface it is for the team, but in fact it is not for himself? You must know that this mission is based on the famous unsolved movie "Kunchiyan" as the mission template! In other words, if he does not work hard, others will live or die.
Let’s not talk about it for the moment, anyway, he is basically dead.
After all, he is a very self-aware person. Chen Shuihong knows better than anyone how much he weighs. If he can't find a way out and is killed by a wolf, he might as well do his best during the safe period when the mission has not yet been released.
, it doesn’t matter if it’s a little tiring and a little painful, as long as you can save your life in the end!
Bang, bang.
Thinking of this, Chen Shuihong, who was already rummaging around in the kitchen, became even more diligent. In addition to constantly rummaging through various tableware cabinets, even the pots, bowls and pans that were hardly noticeable were looked over by him, for fear of missing them.
A trace of detail, and for a moment, the sound of rummaging echoed through the kitchen.
Chen Shuihong is like this, and so is Li Tianheng who is currently looking around in the bathroom. Of course, as a professional thief, compared to Chen Shuihong, the glitchy young man is more careful. Not only is his level of care far higher than Chen Shuihong, but also the person who is searching next door.
Cheng Ying may not be as serious as him, and it is worth mentioning that compared to ordinary people who often search for things by rummaging through boxes and cabinets without leaving any space, Li Tianheng
His search method was much weirder. As soon as he came to the bathroom, he neither checked the nearby bath cabinet nor looked behind the door where it was easy to find. Instead, he walked directly to the opposite bathtub, and then squatted next to the bathtub to scan around the corner.
Looking for gaps, after confirming that the bath was normal, the young man looked up at the roof, scanning every area, and finally removed the mirror in front of the sink!
Ignore the cabinets that are easy to search, and deliberately search in places that no one would think of. Perhaps this is the biggest difference between professional habitual thieves and ordinary people.
At the same time that the professional thief was peeking in the bathroom, Zhao Ping made a discovery in the bedroom opposite, whether it was due to good luck or the right choice, and found something in this room that was most likely Park Aiying's bedroom.
So I am so sure because in addition to the many items in the room, there are also photo frames hanging on the walls. There are many photos in the photo frames, including Park Aiying's personal photos and photos taken with others. Although the era and background are different, the location of the photo is different.
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Most of them are in the hospital background, and the subjects of the photos are relatively uniform, either hospital nurses in white coats, or inpatients in hospital uniforms. When thinking of the identity of Park Aiying, the director of the mental hospital, there is no doubt where these photos were taken.
In all likelihood, in Kunchiyan Mental Hospital, the people taking the photo must be the hospital's nurses, doctors, and inpatient mental patients. Perhaps the photo is one of the keys that must be viewed. However, before that, Zhao Ping found something else.
.
He took out his ID card from the bedside table next to the bed. At this moment, staring at the expired yellowed ID card in his hand, Zhao Pingping looked at it with expressionless eyes and saw that the document was indeed Park Aiying's personal ID card. Although the ID card
Although it is called 'resident registration certificate' in Han State, its nature is different from that of identity.
The certificate was similar. It not only contained Park Aiying's headshot, but also recorded Park Aiying's date of birth, identity number, and other personal information. With his excellent mind, Zhao Ping remembered all the information after just looking at it for a few seconds.
Even the 16-digit ID number is memorized!
Of course, this is not the point. The point is that he is not just here to investigate the identity documents that everyone knows. Sure enough, after quickly memorizing Park Aiying's personal information, Zhao Ping threw away the documents and continued to search. Soon, various information such as household registration
The book, property rights certificate and even various honorary certificates were dug out. It's a pity...
Even though there are a lot of things, they are meaningless and there is no valuable discovery. Logically speaking, after emptying the cupboard, he can only do two things, either go back and check the picture frame on the wall or look for other places where things can be easily hidden, such as wardrobes.
The truth is right,
But, for some reason, after leaving behind all the emptied bedside cabinets, the man did not move. He just stood there and continued to scan. Under the lenses, a pair of pupils slowly rotated in his eye sockets. Finally, his vision locked on the picture.
A single bed with a bedside table next to each other.
……………
By searching Park Aiying's residence, Zhao Ping found many clues and some of Park Aiying's personal information.
Park Aiying, female, 33 years old, from Icheon City, graduated from Seoul Medical College, and her hobby is table tennis. She once served as the director of Kunjiam Mental Hospital. During her tenure, she worked hard, had a kind temper, and was able to communicate with anyone, including patients.
They get along well with each other and have a good overall reputation. Whether they are hospital nurses or inpatients, they are
She has always been highly rated, has achieved outstanding results over the past few years, and has received awards from the government. This is a promising female dean. If nothing unexpected happens, Park Aiying is very likely to rise in the future and enter politics. It is a pity that God will
Unforeseen circumstances, everything changed on October 26, 1969.
It is worth mentioning that Park Aiying's family situation is relatively simple. Due to the death of her parents in her early years, Park Aiying grew up in her eldest uncle's house. She is unmarried and has no record of intimacy with the opposite sex. In the eyes of many people, Park Aiying is a standard career actress.
Strong woman.
When he came to the room that was most likely Park Aiying's bedroom, Zhao Ping was the first to find the photo frame, which contained a large number of Park Aiying's past photos. The largest number of them were work photos, including photos with hospital nurses and photos with hospital patients.
There is also a scene of Park Ae-young playing table tennis in the hospital. Logically speaking, the photo frame should be the focus of the search.
The object, but Zhao Ping did not immediately search for it. He just glanced at the photos and turned around to find the bedside table near the bed. After rummaging through it, he found Park Aiying's identity document and many honorary certificates. Perhaps the above is enough.
Let him know more about Park Aiying, but in fact it is of little value, so...
Prompted by a sudden thought, Zhao Ping did not rummage through other cupboards as expected, but instead turned his gaze to the bed and locked onto the single bed next to the corner.
First of all, it is certain that because Park Aiying was involved in the death cases of dozens of mental patients, the police once listed her as a key suspect. As a key suspect, her personal residence must have been searched by the police, which means that as early as the executioner
The police have searched here before, and a person here
Everything had been searched by the police, which naturally included the bed in front of him. However, the strange thing was that, knowing that the entire room had been carefully searched by the police, Zhao Ping still cared about the bed in the corner and stared at it.
After lying in bed and staring for a long time, the man suddenly made a move.
He took out the cat's eye flashlight, then leaned over and looked under the bed.
When I shined a flashlight, I could see that there was nothing under the bed except for dust.
Next, he kept moving and did something that no one could have expected...
"Woo, woo!"
Hula.
Even though there was nothing under the bed, Zhao Ping used all his strength to turn over the bed and lift the entire bed up in place!
The result was positive. Since the single-person bed was not large, with enough strength, Zhao Ping lifted the bed, which had not been moved for decades, to the wall, and then completely exposed the ground below.
Then……
Boom, boom, boom, boom.
Picking up the flashlight again, Zhao Ping began to tap, using the flashlight as a tool to tap and move around. For a while, the dull tapping sound echoed in the room. No one knew the purpose of this move, but Zhao Ping kept tapping carefully to experiment one by one.
, until there was an abnormal sound coming from a certain floor, a crisp sound that was different from other floors.
Yes, since the floor tiles are all made of solid ceramics, they are often dull when knocked. However, the strange thing is that after knocking for a while, when the flashlight accidentally hit a certain floor tile near the corner, the sound changed. If you listen carefully,
, you will find that the sound is no longer as dull as it was at the beginning, but has a clearer and crisper charm.
Sensing the difference in the sound, Zhao Ping frowned, and immediately took out the dagger without saying a word, inserted the dagger into the gap between the floor tiles, and at the same time used force to provoke. Soon, accompanied by bursts of friction sounds, the crisp-sounding floor tile was just like this.
The dagger lifted off the ground.
As the underground drill broke away from the ground, the next moment, Zhao Ping discovered something. Looking down, he saw that the floor tiles were not the cement floor as expected, but a hole, as if there was a small hidden pit with a small space!
This is a secret compartment. Unexpectedly, there is a small secret compartment hidden under a floor tile under the bed. As for what is in the secret compartment? The answer is right in front of you...
A notepad.
Seeing this, Zhao Ping took back the dagger and took out the notepad.
Perhaps it was because it had not seen the light of day for too long, and the notepad has long been worn out. Although the almost airtight environment prevented it from being infested by insects, the years still left obvious traces. Hold it in your hand and look at it carefully, and you will see the note.
The entire body of the book is yellowed, and it is even difficult to see the surface of the book due to its age. Of course, the surface of the book is not the key, the key is the content in the book.
Wow.
He gently opened the pages of the book and scanned the inside carefully. It was only then that he realized that it was something like a diary, with many handwritten words recorded in it.
The reason why it is described as similar to a diary is because the diary is not standardized. Strictly speaking, the format of the diary is basically fixed. First of all, the year, month, date and environment of the day must be marked at the beginning of each chapter, and the diary must be iterative and progressive, one day at a time.
Wait for a day, even if nothing happens during the period, at least set aside some time for
Kongye wrote down the date, and then wrote down the words on the day when the incident occurred. The format was correct, but the diary in front of him was a bit strange. The content of the diary was written in leaps and bounds, so the writing was started every once in a while.
Records are left in a way that leaves a lot of date gaps in between.
Let’s not mention the serious violations of the diary method. After all, no one cares about these. In fact, the only thing that can really attract Zhao Ping’s attention is the content, those few personal diaries.
Yes, after some quick browsing, Zhao Ping just found the text and found that there were a total of 5 diaries in it. Although the number was small, the content was extremely difficult to understand. Even a person with excellent understanding like Zhao Ping was temporarily confused.
Confused, overall stunned!
The following are the respective contents of the five diaries...
First diary:
October 7, 1969, the weather was sunny.
I feel like I've been a bit cold recently. It's obviously just the beginning of autumn, but my body has always been cold. I'm shivering when most of the others are still wearing thin clothes. It seems that the season in front of me is not early autumn, but as cold and biting as the twelfth lunar month of winter. At first I thought I was sick, so instead of going home immediately after get off work at the hospital that day, I stayed temporarily and checked myself secretly.
As the director, my treatment knowledge is enough for me to conduct a comprehensive physical examination on myself. But strangely, after using a series of examination methods, the results were that everything was normal. Body temperature, pulse, heart, blood pressure and even blood were all normal.
, I am not sick, I am healthy, there is no problem with my body, I am a truly healthy person as before, as for the inexplicable cold...
I don’t know, I don’t know, maybe it’s the temporary discomfort caused by the change of seasons.
Since I feel unwell, do I need to rest?
No, I can't rest. I am a dean who is loved and respected by everyone. I am serious and responsible for my work. I am kind to my subordinates. I am as considerate as a family member to my patients. Everyone likes me. I can't do it completely.
Asking for leave to rest when I am not sick is not in line with my personal character. I must stick to my position and maintain my strong image in the eyes of others no matter what.
………
By browsing the first relatively brief diary, Zhao Ping found that it was a standard first-person narrative diary. The owner of the diary was most likely Park Ai-young herself. If nothing else, it mentioned "hospital"
The words 'and 'Dean' are enough to prove the personal identity of the writer, and the date is October 7, 1969.
The above is the time and date disclosed in the first diary together with the identity of the author. These are easy to understand, but the content is a bit confusing. Even though the first-person writing technique common in diaries is used, the things explained during the period are not.
Inexplicable, inexplicable to the point of being incredible,
If you only look at the literal meaning, it can be roughly understood that Park Aiying was uncomfortable for a period of time before October 7, 1969. Uncomfortable refers to the cold. The body is afraid of the cold for no reason, and it is so cold that it makes her even colder.
Not to the point of shivering in the very cold early autumn,
The reason for her cold body was unknown, and because she couldn't find the reason, Park Aiying checked herself and took advantage of her position as the director of the hospital to give herself a full physical examination. Through this, it can be proved that Park Aiying is an extremely strong person.
People who pay great attention to personal image,
In order to maintain her personal image of never being weak, she did not tell anyone about her physical discomfort, nor did she go to a regular hospital for a physical examination. Instead, she used the ready-made medical equipment in the mental hospital to examine herself privately.
The result is that everything is fine.
After receiving the test results, Park Ae-young, who was suspicious and did not intend to tell others about the matter, finally wrote the matter in her diary.
Of course, this so-called normal inspection is just the inspection result obtained by the equipment. This is also the reason why Zhao Ping can only understand the literal meaning. It is conceivable that even Park Aiying herself cannot find the cause of the cold. As a bystander browsing the diary
Otherwise, it would be even more impossible for Zhao Ping to guess the reason, leaving the man with glasses inexplicable and difficult to understand.
Do you think this is the end? No, if the first diary at the beginning is enough to make Zhao Ping feel weird for no reason, then the next four diaries directly bring the weirdness to the extreme, and each one is more incredible than the last. A creepy one!
Second diary:
October 13, 1969, the weather was cloudy.
I am holding on, forcing myself to maintain my original appearance in front of all the nurses and patients in the hospital. I am still the kind dean in everyone's eyes. I am generous and kind to my subordinates, and I care deeply about the patients. In order not to expose my body Feeling unwell, I even played table tennis with others that afternoon. Then, I did it and proved to everyone that everything was normal and that I was completely healthy. It seemed healthy, but in fact, all the above was an illusion. , I deliberately show it to others. In fact, I am very cold. My body is wrapped in cold all the time. I am so cold. I really want to hide in a heated room to keep warm, but I can't. , as a public figure, I have been to the Cheong Wa Dae, and even Chung Tong personally presented me with an award, so I cannot get sick, because I know that once the news of my illness spreads, I will be in the newspaper, and then be known to the world. Everyone knows that someone will definitely take my place when the time comes.
I don't allow this kind of thing to happen. I love my job. I like it here. I like the respect shown by the nurses and even the patients every time they look at me. Kunchiyan is mine and no one can replace me. I I won’t allow others to take the hospital away from me!
But……
I was so cold. It was getting colder and colder. When I got home, I curled up into a ball and got into bed. Then, I saw a human face.
A familiar face floated in front of my eyes, appearing in my eyes inadvertently, and then disappeared and suddenly appeared like a ghost. It was strange, I clearly saw a human face, but at that time I But I'm not afraid, no, that's not right, it's not that I'm not afraid, it's that I'm too cold, too cold to care about anything else.
The third diary:
October 17, 1969, the weather was cloudy.
The situation changed, and something happened that surprised me again.
My coldness disappeared. The weird coldness that had been wrapped around me for a long time disappeared for no reason yesterday. Just like the inexplicable and sudden appearance, it disappeared again for no reason. I can't find the answer to this. I only know that I am no longer cold. Although the cold is There are no more faces, but the number of faces in my eyes has gradually increased!
After the first face, another seven or eight faces appeared in front of my eyes. They were just like the first face. They seemed to be similar. It felt like I had seen them before, and each of them was like a massless ghost. They are floating in the air all the time, like a swarm of flies that cannot be driven away, surrounding me for a long time. No matter where I go, they are always in my eyes. When I am alone, they are in my eyes. When I walk on the street When I went to school, they were in my eyes. Even if I was in a shopping mall with people coming and going, they were still clearly displayed in my eyes. They existed for a long time and were suspended in my field of vision for a long time. Even if I closed my eyes, I could still see them. Those faces.
only……
There were clearly a bunch of faces floating in my eyes, but passers-by couldn't see them. No one could see the nearly ten faces floating in the air.
I once asked a passerby in a tentative tone if he had seen anything. The other person's answer was no. On the contrary, he looked at me up and down with a strange look like a madman.
Therefore, human faces became my lingering nightmare, and they stayed with me for a long time, always surrounding me, until...
Until today, when I took a group photo with a group of patients, I discovered the truth.
I suddenly discovered that the group of faces that seemed similar to me and had been pestering me recently actually existed. They were actually several patients in the hospital, or they had similar appearances to several of them.
I didn't know what was going on, but after I discovered that the faces looked similar to those of several of the patients, I felt angry.
The fourth diary:
October 23, 1969, weather, light rain.
There are more and more familiar faces.
The initial number of nearly ten faces gradually increased to dozens of faces. I don’t know how they appeared, but I have already recognized them. They are hospital patients. They are all the mentally ill people living in Kunchiyan.
The patients in the hospital have faces like this
They are collectively hovering in front of my eyes in a way that is far and near, sometimes close and sometimes far away, and sometimes rotating side by side and moving lightly like a group of lanterns. They accompany me and entangle me 24 hours a day, causing me to be in an unimaginable state all the time.
In depression.
but……
Why?
Why do you do this to me?
As the dean, I not only did my best, but also fulfilled my responsibilities beyond my own job. I worked tirelessly to take care of you. I treat you like family. I have given up a lot over the years. I gave up the relationship between men and women.
, I gave up my personal time, I have never even gotten married and started a family, I am so good to you, for you, I gave up too much, but what did I get in exchange for it in the end?
Except for a few worthless certificates of honor, all that is left is coldness, isolation, loneliness, and the retribution of kindness to you, the patients!
Why? Why is this happening? I have never done anything sorry to you, I have not beaten or scolded you, I have not abused you, I have not made any expression or gesture that I dislike you even once. On the contrary, I treat you very well and treat you as considerately as my family.
But let me dream
What I didn’t expect was that all these efforts would yield this result. You are pestering me, hovering in my field of vision like a group of scoundrels seeking your life. Some of you look at me ferociously, and some look at me.
Frequent weird laughter, and countless wails echoed in my ears.
I can't hold on anymore, I'm about to collapse under your torture.