Whether it was an electric baton or some other strange thing, at least according to Zhang Ke's understanding after the encounter just now, even if there are any new and unprecedented things in this sanatorium, it won't be too strange - as long as they don't appear.
Scabbard, then even the sharpest sword is not dangerous.
Following the action he had rehearsed in his mind, he picked up the plate of hot curry in the car with his left hand when he left the car. He realized that it was indeed a double version of the spicy curry according to his own needs, because he could hear it coming from his fingertips.
I felt a burning pain like a needle prick, and I could smell the spicy smell that was about to burn even from a distance.
He rushed forward smoothly and accurately placed the plate of curry on the woman's big face!
The dual stimulation of pungency and scorching heat made the woman scream, and she instinctively released her hand that had just pulled out the electric baton halfway, trying to wipe off the abnormally spicy curry on her face - and for Zhang Ke, this would undoubtedly be a huge blow.
The best chance of escape is maximized.
So his left hand, which had just thrown the plate, had a new task - before the half-pulled out stick by the fat woman had completely sunk back into the sheath on her waist, Zhang Ke took a step forward with quick eyes and hands.
He approached the woman and pulled it out.
When he firmly grasped the stick, which felt like a wheel skin, he found that his thumb touched a button-like button, which could obviously be used to activate something.
But because the situation was urgent, he had no time to think about how to use the stick, nor did he have time to worry about the consequences. So he immediately pressed the button and thrust the front end of the stick into the woman's unprotected fat neck.
At this moment, I only heard a tooth-piercing sizzling sound, but I saw the woman who was in a panic just now, like running to dance on a hot pot, was suddenly struck by five thunders, her eyes suddenly glazed over,
The entire fat body also fell stiffly to the ground like a giant tree that had been felled.
Looking at her motionless body, even with a little smoke coming out, as if she was frozen in this moment forever, Zhang Ke suddenly felt a little heavy in his heart.
Although she was an enemy and wanted to use this dangerous weapon against herself, it was still a human life after all. Zhang Ke was not a habitual criminal who killed without blinking an eye, and of course he would not remain indifferent. Fortunately, after he knelt down and took a closer look, he observed
The woman's chest still seemed to be rising and falling rhythmically, which proved that she was still breathing.
"...apologise."
There was no extra time to waste. Since she was not dead yet, Zhang Ke could only whisper in a low voice and escape quickly, hoping that she would be discovered and treated soon.
This is indeed a real corridor—of course Zhang Ke learned the lesson of being deceived by the windows before and checked the walls with his hands.
It was indeed not a high-end gadget like a projection or an electronic screen, but a real and boring ordinary wall.
The walls are coated with a layer of green paint, and only the ceiling is plain white, but it is enough to make the high-power fluorescent lamps connected in a series on the ceiling emit a ghostly and chilling light. Even the nursing home suspects that it was done deliberately to make people feel uncomfortable.
The patient lives in uneasy fear all the time.
As for the parts of the walls on both sides that were close to the concrete floor, every ten steps or so, you would see an iron door similar to the one in the room you just had. I guess there were also patients similar to yourself in there - no, it should be said that they were small.
Just a white rat.
If that's the case, then why did he fail to cause a reaction in the next room when he made such a big noise just now?
In other words, if there are really people in similar situations to ourselves, but they don't realize that they have been imprisoned as mice and have lost all freedom of movement, so they start to resist?
Perhaps the walls may seem simple, but they are made of special polymer sound-insulating materials, so the battles of wits and courage that occurred in those rooms can only be remembered in the hearts of the parties in those compartments.
Or maybe, those people who, like me, were planning their escape with such passion, had their wings broken by these demons who care less about human life, and turned into walking zombies who only eat, drink and shit.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel chills running down his back. This was a cage more terrifying than a prison, because the prison only imprisoned the body, but in this place, even the soul was imprisoned.
At the same time, he also secretly made up his mind - no matter whether his amnesia was really that serious or not, no matter whether Xu Xiaoli brought herself here intentionally or unintentionally, he would never be trapped and die in this cage for the rest of his life.
He looked up and found that there was a corner in the corridor, and there seemed to be two diverging roads at the front of the corner, so he couldn't see where the final exit of the corridor was.
Looking back, the same thing is true. Leading to the corner behind you, there are still two roads separated like branches. It seems that the entire world and scenes around you are constantly looping, making it impossible to see the way forward.
Hope just feels like a futile struggle in a constant cycle.
Walking through this repetitive scene without even a window, let alone identifying the direction, if you stay for a while longer, I am afraid that people with poor psychological quality will be directly driven crazy.
But Zhang Ke thought that he was not that fragile yet, but in order to avoid being knocked unconscious by this dead end and making himself unable to distinguish between east, west, north and south, it was still necessary to find a way to leave some specific marks.
Although there is also the danger of being tracked by pursuers following the escape route, in this squirrel cage, after all, the enemy is in the dark and we are clear. Even if there are no marks, they know the terrain far better than themselves. If they don't take the opponent's inherent
As the terrain advantage you master increases, the possibility of escaping will be infinitely close to zero.
So, Zhang Ke came to the fork in the road and used the end of the previous stick to carve a triangle on the wall - yes, although the front end of the stick was an electrified discharge metal piece, the end was made of several dense metal clusters.
Together, they form a bed of sharp needles, which may be used as a physical strike weapon.
If you accidentally go back later and find this triangle, you will know something about it. At the next intersection, you will carve a square, and the next one will be a five-pointed star... The mark at each intersection will have one more corner, unless this
The sanatorium has the ability to encircle the entire earth, or it may accidentally be caught by the pursuers halfway, otherwise there will always be a day when all possible routes are explored.
After doing all this, he knew he had to make a choice and decide which fork in the road to enter.
There seems to be no difference between the two roads on the left and right. Even the frequency of the fluorescent lights on the ceiling and the rust on the iron doors on the wall are miraculously the same. If he hadn't touched it with his hand to confirm, Zhang Ke almost thought that one side was the one in the mirror.
reflection.
It’s just that one of them is perpendicular to the corridor that Zhang Ke walked along, while the other is at a forty-five angle to this corridor, extending diagonally outward. As for the ends of the two corridors, there are still two forked roads each.
There is no special sign at the mouth.
Chapter completed!