Anna cautiously poked her head out from behind the curtain.
She seemed to have forgotten that she had no body, and kept her posture, wary of her surroundings like a cat in a strange territory.
But except for the occasional crackle of the torch, the night was silent.
The air is a bit duller than before, and it seems that it will rain soon.
"Huh?"
Anna, who was looking around, suddenly let out a sigh and looked towards a corner of the garden.
A carriage lurks in the darkness, almost blending in with the lush wild grass, making it difficult to detect.
"Is there someone here?"
Anna scratched her head in confusion.
…
First page
[I'm not crazy! I'm a normal person! Why do they have to send me in... Am I not their daughter! What parent can bear to send their own daughter to a mental hospital! I have to escape... I
Gotta escape!]
The second page
[I don’t know what my parents said to them, but obviously the way these medical staff looked at me was wrong... It’s not that it was wrong, but I felt that they were monitoring me and restricting my freedom. Those mental patients can
Free to roam in the garden, but I can’t.]
The third page
[This trick didn’t work, I just stole the chopsticks during lunch, and they found out that I had taken them only an hour and a half later... Why do all the medical staff here look like jailors guarding prisoners! Here
Is it a hospital or a prison?】
Page 4
[I felt very wrong... They gave me an injection in the morning. After the injection, they sent me to the basement... Why? There were obviously many empty rooms on the ground. I told them that I had claustrophobia, but they
Saying strange things like how to use claustrophobia to treat claustrophobia. I feel very wrong... What did they inject me with? Why do my joints feel itchy... Is it an allergy? I feel very wrong...]
Page 5
[It hurts and itches... It's not cold at all, but my fingers seem to be frozen, and they can't bend back... I wrote these words for half an hour, or more. Why do I have to suffer this...
…I’m just mentally ill…No! I’m not sick at all! I want to bask in the sun…Who will save me…]
Page six
[There must be a problem... There must be a problem. They are injecting me with that drug again. Every time I inject this drug, it makes my joints harder... What are they doing? Human experiments? ]
Page 7
[I tried to resist, but failed. After the injection, they wanted me to put on a straitjacket and lie motionless on the bed. But finally, under my pressure, they gave in temporarily, temporarily.]
Page 8
[I couldn't stand it anymore... I couldn't help it... I couldn't bend my fingers anymore. I was holding the pen with both hands to write these words, and I actually started to lose my hair, a lot... I was sent to
How many days are here? A week? Or ten days? I feel like a year has passed...When they come to give me the injection tomorrow, I have to find a way to escape...otherwise I will definitely die here.]
Page nine
The handwriting on this page is completely different from the increasingly scrawled handwriting before, as if it was written by someone else, and there are only five words on the whole page.
【You can't run away】
This concludes the contents of the notebook.
Lu Li put down his notes, he needed to organize his thoughts.
First of all, this is reality, not a horror movie or a horror game - although this is another world.
If this diary appeared in the game, the absurd content in the diary might be an important clue for players to analyze the plot, but if it were seen in reality, it would seem... slightly artificial.
Just like the phrase "Oh I'm going to kick your ass" only exists in fiction, no one would say it seriously in reality.
Of course it's possible - but the chance of it happening is probably less than the chance of running into a ghost.
In particular, this notebook is placed in a very obvious place, as if it is afraid that people who come in will not see it.
While thinking quietly, a small and strange sound suddenly came to mind in the room.
Lu Li's eyes moved away from the notebook and landed on the ventilation duct at the end of the footprints. The sound of friction and movement slowly echoed inside...
Animals cannot make this heavy crawling sound.
The fingertips of the fingernails of his right hand hanging by his leg moved slightly, and he gently opened the gun holster behind his waist.
Rustling——
The sound of movement in the ventilation duct suddenly accelerated, and the crawling things inside quickly approached, and then came to a standstill the moment they were about to come out!
The room was eerily silent for a few seconds, then with a bang, the window of the ventilation duct was opened with a huge force and flew out.
A strange, unkempt figure staggered out of the narrow ventilation duct, its stiff body twisting and crawling on the ground, approaching Lu Li.
"Why don't you come and save me...Why don't you come and save me..."
Lu Li held the handle of the gun, pulled it out of the holster, and put it back the next moment.
He didn't feel the ghostly aura from the "ghost" opposite. At the same time - he couldn't understand why a "ghost" would carry an oil lamp with him.
While Lu Li was silent, the strange figure suddenly stopped crawling and quickly got up. He wiped the black hair from his forehead with both hands and pointed at Lu Li with his dirty fingers: "Wait a minute, where did this person come from?
?”
"...?" Lu Li was slightly startled by the sudden contrast. He came to his senses the next moment and put the psychic gun back into its holster.
"wrong--"
There was a sudden shout from the side, and the closet door in the corner was pushed open. A strong man wearing a newsboy hat and carrying an oil lamp jumped out of the closet. He shook the dust in front of his eyes and coughed: "Cough cough cough..."
Phew. Your expression and movements are wrong here. I remember I said that after you see the ghost appear, you should scream and move back, eh, wait a minute..."
The strong man finally realized something was wrong. He looked Lu Li up and down, and his tone suddenly increased a few times: "Who are you!?"
"Detective, I was entrusted to come here to investigate something."
"Is there anything that needs to be investigated in such a broken place?" The strong man sneered and looked up at the ceiling covered with cobwebs.
Lu Li was not interested in explaining and raised his eyes slightly: "What are you doing?"
The strong man pointed at the guy playing the ghost: "As you can see, writing novels."
"What I saw has nothing to do with the novel." Lu Li calmly exposed the other party's lies.
"Shooting on-site and arranging plots are one of the necessary qualities for a writer." The strong man talked eloquently, showing his delicate thoughts and noble pursuits that were inconsistent with his appearance: "Excellent works are often born in reality, even if they are just fiction.
reality."
This is indeed very reasonable. Otherwise, it is impossible to explain: Who would come to an abandoned lunatic asylum in the dangerous night, and ask a companion to dress up as a ghost while he hides in the cabinet and watches everything secretly.
