The simple, gentle melody was like a nursery rhyme or a lullaby, and there was nothing familiar about it to Lu Li.
Maybe a lullaby can restore calm to a living tree?
Lu Li stood next to the girl in the wheelchair who ignored him, listening to her humming over and over again, humming quietly along with the melody at the right time.
The surroundings quickly became quiet, leaving only Lu Li's own hum.
The girl in the wheelchair took out the paper and pen from the blanket on her knees. Lu Li did not stop and continued to complete the lullaby for about thirty seconds. Then he looked at the note she held up,
It asked Lu Li to push her back to the ward.
"Where is your room?" Lu Li asked.
The girl in the wheelchair pointed to the corridor where Lu Li came from.
Lu Li held the handrail and pushed the wheelchair back the way it came. After passing 204, the nurse's station and the stairs, and arriving at the other end of the corridor, the girl in the wheelchair raised her hand towards Ward 201.
Click——
Lu Li walked around the wheelchair and pushed the door open. The late autumn cold suddenly seeped out from behind the door.
A woman in a dirty white dress wandered around the ward, with swollen intestines hanging from the skirt between her legs. There was no sign of another patient.
"Why don't you start talking ugly."
It was neither a vivid nor elegant metaphor, but Lu Li understood its meaning.
The nurse would patrol the ward approximately every thirty minutes. During the second thirty minutes, Lu Li mastered the lullaby.
But the woman just repeated the whisper: "Have you seen my child..."
Lu Li hummed along with the girl and observed the nurse's patrol logic.
Lu Li did not respond to this behavior of flipping the table after eating. In any case, the lullaby brought a good start: a vicious and proactive communication.
Lu Li answered carefully to avoid waking up in bed the next day.
"I'm with her all the time."
"Do you know the patients in other wards?"
"Why would you ask a question like this to an autistic person chained to a hospital bed?"
Afterwards, Evil Fall cried like a sad person all night long, but fortunately Huoshu kindly helped Lu Li out.
"What's the name of this lullaby?"
Lu Li didn't ask her why. He breathed rapidly, recalling the death that was approaching just a few seconds ago... The attack couldn't mean turning off the lights and sleeping.
He saw Evil Falling out of the curtain and packing his luggage.
"I ugh... I just remembered my childhood, uh ugh... please continue..."
Lu Li took the oil painting, which showed a portrait of a family of three sitting on the lawn and cuddling together.
"If I knew, I wouldn't cry...and why are you always asking..."
Only in a few dozen seconds.
Roots dancing like seaweed appeared in the corner of his eye. Lu Li's thoughts broke away from his doubts. He recalled the lullaby of the girl in the wheelchair and hummed it in a low voice.
After pushing the wheelchair completely into the ward, Lu Li suddenly noticed a perfectly proportioned female plaster statue standing next to the door.
Just like yesterday, Lu Li sent the girl in the wheelchair back to the ward. During the process, he asked some questions, but she didn't write anything. Then Lu Li returned to the ward, hoping that night would fall and dusk would really come.
"..."
"This is a place for us lunatics."
But suddenly, a strange cry sounded from the hospital bed with the curtains drawn up. Because it was too creepy to be in the ward with the dim electric light on, the roots of the living tree retracted, and Lu Li stopped humming.
"Paranoia..."
"Then you won't sing anymore."
"……No."
"Can you talk to me for a while?"
"Can you teach me this lullaby?" Lu Li asked.
A gray morning haze filled the window.
The direct denial made the woman give up and continue to wander around the ward exuding coldness.
The girl nodded slowly, and the languageless singing voice was slightly clearer and softer.
So Lu Li continued to use Lullaby, which was ineffective against living trees but effective against evil spirits.
Lu Li lowered his head and sniffed his cuffs.
Lu Li needed to get over the shadow of death and understand the hospital, "Do you know this lunatic asylum?"
The roots that tightened his chest like a python made Lu Li only make meaningless exhalation sounds, and the death-like suffocation came like a surging tide.
"Do flies think poop smells?"
Lu Li struggled hard and suddenly sat up——
The roots still reach out unwaveringly, and the living tree is not interested in lullabies.
"Because you are crying."
Lu Li did not enter the ward. This kind of ghost image was to some extent more terrifying than a pure monster. But the woman did not intend to let him go. She slowly walked to the door with her intestines dragging her intestines, and asked him through the wheelchair girl: "Have you seen my child?"
Is it done..."
"Why... why did you stop?" A clinging cry came out of the curtain.
Looking at the living tree that returned to the "sunlight" outside the window, Lu Li, who wanted to fight back, suddenly hesitated.
If the living tree is really a girl named "Little Linna", the price for his actions will be extremely serious.
Is it the third patient?
【Thanks】
"Friend, I'm going to be discharged from the hospital. This is for you." It handed Lu Li an oil painting that couldn't fit into the suitcase.
Lu Li sang over and over again until Sindhui cried and said, "You sing so hard, please practice for a while longer."
"Of course you can go out after you recover."
But the incomprehensible phenomenon is not limited to the patients...First the fog outside the window turned dim, and then it came unexpectedly in the evening.
"Assault? I just pulled you over to smell it better. You are so sweet that you are cloyingly sweet."
A new day has arrived.
"What's it for?"
"Good morning, Mr. Lu Li...have you had a nightmare?"
Xidian fell into a new self-isolation and wanted to ignore Lu Li for the time being.
Greetings from "Little Linna", the murderer who killed Lu Li twice, came.
But when the roots of the living tree wrapped around Lu Li without any warning, Evil Fall fell silent again.
This patient, known as "Evil Fall", is a little cynical and behaves strangely, but he is surprisingly easy to get along with, just like a living person.
An evil voice sounded from behind the curtain, and the relationship between them last night continued to this day.
He took the opportunity to ask: "Why did you attack me this morning?"
"good."
Lu Li left the ward and came to the wheelchair girl in the corridor. She was still humming the lullaby.
Lu Li waited until the living tree attacked him before humming a lullaby. The vicious cry temporarily scared the living tree back.
Is there a problem with time here? Or is it you who has the problem?
Lu Li knew about a disease called time perception disorder, in which time shortens or lengthens in cognition...
The girl in the wheelchair held up the paper to express her gratitude. Lu Li nodded and left No. 201, passing by the closed 202. He slowed down as he passed the nurse's station with a curtain. There was no way of knowing if there was anyone behind the curtain at the nurse's station. Lu Li did not disturb the other person and returned.
Ward 204, quietly waiting for nightfall.
"Why can't I smell it?"
"How to leave?"
In the early morning, Lu Li woke up from the hospital bed.
"It's useless, so I gave it to you."
Evil Dead closed his suitcase, walked to the door and waved without looking back, "No need to give me anything. After all, you are more pitiful than me."
"I'm free, and you still have to stay in this terrible place."
Evil Fall's farewell seemed to have some kind of philosophy. But Lu Li's attention fell entirely on this oil painting - because he suddenly realized the usefulness of this oil painting.
