There is a faint smell floating in the air, and it seems that the closer you get to the third ward, the stronger the smell becomes.
The corridor between the second ward and the third ward is locked, and an iron door separates the two wards.
Through the gap in the iron door, you can vaguely see the scene in the third ward. Tables and chairs are overturned, and there are a lot of quilts thrown in the corridor. What's even more strange is that there are bulges under the quilts, as if they are covered with something.
Chen Ge stood next to the rusty iron door, staring at the keyhole on the iron door. He had been on the third floor of the second ward for some time.
"Double-sided lock cylinder?"
Most of the passage doors in mental hospitals have double-sided lock cores. In an emergency, no matter which side of the iron door you stand on, you can lock the iron door, prohibit internal and external passage, and block off a certain area.
Originally this was just a very inconspicuous point, but it caught Chen Ge's attention.
He took out the key left by Wang Haiming from his pocket and tried it against the keyhole.
Maybe it's because it hasn't been maintained for a long time, the keyhole has rusted, and the key can't be inserted at all.
"It seems that I have overthought it. This key is not the key to the passage door." Comparing the keyhole with the key's tooth height and pitch, Chen Ge put away Wang Haiming's key again.
When he entered the rehabilitation center, he noticed that most of the ward doors had single-sided lock cylinders, and the keyholes were so small that the key could not fit in.
"The key was brought by Wang Haiming from the third ward. The door corresponding to the key may be in the third ward. Let's make a bold guess. There are only nine patients' information in the third ward. The missing No. 3
Could the patient in the room be Wang Haiming?"
Chen Ge was not sure of his guess. If it was Wang Haiming, the hospital should have kept discharge records, but Dr. Gao checked all the information and found no information about Ward No. 3.
"Wang Haiming alone should not be worthy of having the hospital destroy all materials and records."
The water in this hospital building is a bit deep. Chen Ge is actually not too interested in what happened here five years ago. He just wants to find the clues left by his parents and a way to close the "door".
Entering the corridor on the third floor, Chen Ge held a flashlight and carefully walked past the wards.
"Is the person I saw in the corridor just now hiding in a certain room?"
Arriving at the end of the corridor on the third floor, Chen Ge stopped at the door of a room whose purpose was unknown.
This room exudes a strong musty smell, and the door is different from other wards, with a brand new big lock hanging on it.
"There is no rust at all on the lock. This lock is the same as the lock on the door of the first ward. They are both newly installed." Chen Ge took out Wang Haiming's key and tried it, but it still couldn't be opened.
He glanced back at the dark corridor, and after making sure no one was nearby, he raised the hammer and pried the lock directly from the door panel.
"Fortunately, it's a wooden door. If it were replaced by an iron door, I might not be able to get in."
When I pushed the door open, a strong musty smell hit my face, and there was a mountain of hospital gowns, sheets and bedding piled up in the room.
"This should be the laundry room of the second ward." Chen Ge stood up straight, and the camera on his chest recorded everything, including the words he said.
In a dangerous situation, he did not dare to relax and communicate with the water friends. He just stood from his own point of view and said what he thought and saw, just like making a real horror documentary.
The musty smell in the laundry room diluted the odor of the hospital building itself, making the air in the room feel thick and uncomfortable.
Holding back the discomfort, Chen Ge entered.
The room was very large, with several washing machines and special disinfection equipment placed against the wall. Other than that, there were only mountains of dirty clothes and moldy and smelly sheets and bedding.
"This room doesn't look like much, so why does it have to be locked?" Chen Ge focused his attention on the pile of dirty clothes. He resisted the unpleasant smell and used a hammer to lift off the bedding outside.
"I always feel like there's something hidden inside." Chen Ge moved quickly, and when he opened a stained coat, the tool hammer hit the iron bar and made a crisp sound.
"Iron cage?" He moved away a quilt covering it, and what he saw in front of him made his heart tremble.
There was an iron cage hidden under the quilt, and inside the cage was a young woman with a shaved head!
With her mouth stuffed with a moldy pillowcase and her hands tied to the iron cage, the woman's mental state was not very stable. She looked at Chen Ge desperately shaking his head, waving his hands, and pushing his feet outward against the cage.
Chen Ge didn't react for a moment. He didn't expect to find a living person under a pile of dirty clothes.
The live broadcast room was also abuzz with barrage, and even the live broadcast screen was slightly laggy due to the large number of speakers.
Chen Ge retreated quietly, but he was still very cautious. He closed the door first, and then pushed the washing machine on the wall behind the door.
He was afraid of being attacked from behind, so he only dared to approach the iron cage after blocking the door.
"Can you understand what I'm saying?" As soon as Chen Ge came closer, the woman in the cage began to resist desperately, unable to communicate at all.
"There are no wounds on her body and no oil stains on her lips. This woman was not transferred from the iron cage in the first ward. There may be other people around her."
Chen Ge pulled off the bedding next to him, and there were three iron cages hidden in the stench.
The three iron cages are placed like three patient buildings in a rehabilitation center.
The woman is in the middle. To her left is an old man with ragged hair. He looks to be sixty or seventy years old, skinny, with oil stains on his mouth and fingers. To the right of the woman is a middle-aged man with pale skin who seems to have not seen the sun for a long time.
The man, when he saw Chen Ge come in, his eyes were very strange, mixed with excitement, disgust and fear.
"three people?"
Things went beyond Chen Ge's expectations. His face was uncertain, and thoughts popped up in his mind.
Holding the tool hammer tightly, Chen Ge kept a certain distance from the three iron cages.
In a dangerous environment, when you meet three strangers, the safest thing to do is not to believe what they say or to approach them rashly, because the murderer may be hiding among them.
Chen Ge walked around them. The cage was not big and was not prepared for people at all. A living person could not even turn around if he got into it.
"Three iron cages, only the woman's hands and feet are restrained, and her mouth is gagged." There are more and more puzzling places. If the three people are all victims, why is it the woman with the smallest strength who is restricted?
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The old man on the left and the middle-aged man on the right, one is stupid and dull, the other has an unusually expressive face. Their hands and feet are not restrained, but no one asks for help. They just huddle in the iron cage and look at Chen Ge.
Compared with the live broadcast room where barrages were raging, Chen Ge looked extremely calm. He stood in front of three iron cages holding a tool hammer and asked: "How long have you been locked up here?"