Even in the hospital, the tofu quilt is still square.
A large dose of powerful sleeping pills on the bedside table.
Wang Jin frowned, and then suddenly opened the drawer of the bedside table.
"really..."
A note and a pistol.
There were three simple words written on the note.
"I am leaving."
The pistol had been carefully cleaned and there were no bullets in the magazine.
Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, the outline of what happened was already apparent.
Soldiers, suicide notes, sleeping pills.
These three things naturally formed a vocabulary in Wang Jin's mind.
ptsd.
That's post-traumatic stress disorder.
It refers to the delayed emergence and persistence of an individual after an individual experiences, witnesses or encounters one or more actual deaths involving himself or others, or is threatened with death, or is seriously injured, or has his physical integrity threatened.
mental disorder.
Many soldiers who have been on the battlefield will suffer from this disease after retirement.
The original owner of this hospital bed was apparently deeply troubled by the disease.
Imagine that you join the army and go to the front line, witnessing death every day, the death of teammates, and the death of enemies.
Until later, you gradually got used to all this and finally returned home.
But when you close your eyes, you will still see artillery fire, you will see your dead comrades, and you will see the enemy roaring at you, so you can't sleep all night long, and you can only rely on medicine to survive.
Finally, you meet your own death.
This is a mental disorder that is difficult to completely eliminate. Wang Jin only felt pity for this soldier.
"well."
With a slight sigh, Wang Jinzhen carefully put the pistol and note back to their original places.
The next moment, Wang Jin felt a chill on his neck.
A military dagger was held to his neck.
There was no sound of footsteps, no breathing, and even Li Hui who was so close was not noticed.
But Wang Jin's inspiration alerted him, so while the dagger was pressed against his neck, the tip of the fruit knife also lightly touched the spleen of the man behind him.
"Who are you?"
A man's strong voice came from behind.
Wang Jin stretched out his hand to stop Li Hui's actions, and then said with a smile.
"The people who came to kill you."
"Are you serious?"
Wang Jin clearly felt the dagger tremble slightly, and then left his neck.
"Can you really kill me?"
"Yes, but you have to let me live first."
Wang Jin put away the fruit knife and turned to look at the man.
Even a hospital gown cannot block his military aura. Just standing there gives people a unique feeling.
Underneath the clear outline was a face that was mangled with blood and flesh, and a bullet could clearly be seen embedded in his skull.
"My name is Wu Wen."
Wu Wen shook Wang Jin's hand very hard.
"I really don't want to live anymore, but I can't die no matter what. If you can do this for me, I will do my best to protect your safety."
"no problem."
Wang Jin smiled, then took out a few bullets from his backpack and handed them to Wu Wen.
Wu Wen nodded and silently pushed the bullets into the magazine one after another.
"By the way, here you go."
Putting the pistol on his waist, Wu Wen took off a necklace from his neck, with a metal key hanging underneath.
The key has the Arabic numeral "3" written on it.
"Do you know what kind of people your fellow patients are?"
After taking the key, Wang Jin asked in a casual tone.
"I'm not sure, I don't even remember why I'm here."
Wu Wen shook his head.
"But I can always hear shouts and curses coming from Room 3 every night. I still suggest you be careful."
"Yelling?"
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows.
The group left Ward No. 2. With Wu Wen as the vanguard, who was not afraid of death, Wang Jin moved forward much faster.
Soon, the three of them arrived at the door of Ward No. 3.
Strangely enough, there was no shouting or cursing coming from Ward 3 as Wu Wen said, but it was very quiet.
"I have to ask you to open the door."
Wang Jin handed the key to Wu Wen, and then took out the Colt, a demon gun, from his pocket. Li Hui also put her hand on the straight knife, always ready to attack.
"Zhiqua——"
The heavy iron door was opened, and under the light of the flashlight, Wang Jin saw a figure lying on the bed. He looked like a man.
It was a man in formal clothes.
The mask covered his face, and straps tied him to the bed one after another.
"Woooo-!"
The man's mouth seemed to be blocked, and he could only whimper and shake his head back and forth to make sounds.
"Wang Jin."
Li Hui pulled Wang Jin's clothes behind her, and then motioned Wang Jin to look at the surrounding walls.
This ward is different from the previous ones. The walls are covered with a thick protective board, even the back of the metal door. It seems that they are afraid that the patient will hurt himself.
Wu Wen frowned, then stepped forward and lifted the man's mask.
Under the mask was the face of a young man, his mouth blocked by a medicine bottle, and his twisted face was covered with tears.
"Woo! Woo!"
The man found that someone was coming to see him, and then his expression became even more distorted.
Wang Jin was not idle either. He and Li Hui searched everywhere, trying to find the key to the next ward, but found nothing.
"Maybe it's not time yet."
Wu Wen put the mask back on the young man's face and continued.
"It's not time yet?"
"Yes, the nurse will give us a sedative every morning. My dose is relatively small, but his dose looks very big."
"And at night, when the drug wore off, he would break free of his restraints and run around the house screaming."
Wu Wen frowned and said.
"Nurse?"
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect there to be a nurse here.
"Yes, there are two nurses here, but they look... a little strange, and they seem to be unable to communicate."
"That's it..."
Wang Jin nodded, it seemed that sooner or later he would meet the nurse.
"Oh, right."
Wang Jin suddenly remembered the introduction he had read when he came here.
"I heard that a perverted murderer infiltrated this hospital. Do you know?"
Wang Jin asked, looking at Wu Wen's bloody face.
"not sure."
Wu Wen shook his head.
"Okay, let me change the question."
Wang Jin waved his hand and continued.
"How do you think he should handle it?"
"What's the meaning?"
Wu Wen was a little confused.
"Ha, you know I'm looking for the key to the next ward, right?"
Wang Jin spread his hands.
"Then I searched for a long time but couldn't find it. Now I can confirm that it's not in the house."
"But it shouldn't be like this. There's only one possibility, because there's only one place in this room that I haven't looked through."
Having said this, Wang Jin's eyes pointed at the young man who was struggling.
"W-what do you mean?"
Wu Wen seemed to have guessed what Wang Jin was going to do, but he still couldn't believe it.
"He looks miserable, doesn't he?"
Wang Jin frowned and said helplessly.
[Author’s digression]: It’s a beautiful thing that I almost couldn’t finish writing it.