After dropping the slag [Quick Transmigration]

"The deceased is a bit pitiful." Song Yao said after reading, "You can tell from the name that her parents are patriarchal, and they also suffered from mental illness... Could her mental illness be related to this?"

Everyone had similar doubts in their hearts, but they only got too little information from just one case summary, so they started to explore together.

One of the selling points of this program is that there are traces of stimulating horror elements, so the environment of this hospital can be imagined.The floor of the corridor was dull and dull, and there were patches of dry dark red stains in some places, which made people not really want to know what the ingredients were inside.Some parts of the walls on both sides have peeled off the wall skin, and there are many distorted symbols, which were probably painted by mental patients living here.

Several people studied those symbols, but in the end they couldn't find any rules, so they had to keep going.

A room appeared on the right, with an iron nameplate on the door, which said "reception room".Wang Qin tried to push the door, and said pleasantly, "It's not locked."

Everyone filed in and turned on the lights after entering the house.The light was as dim as the lights in the corridor, but it was enough to see the structure of the reception room: the overall size was less than ten square meters, and the interior layout was very simple, with only a sofa, a stool and a table.There are pens and a booklet on the table, and the reception record is written on the cover.

Pei Han picked up the booklet and flipped through it. It recorded the visitors in the past month in chronological order. Most of them were family members who came to visit patients, and one day the leaders of the Health Bureau came to check.

Wang Qin thought about it after reading it: "Wang Pandi died yesterday, that is, July 7th, but the visit records show that no one came to visit her for nearly a month. Does this mean that the murderer is someone from the hospital?"

His analysis was well-founded. Tang Jiu didn't see anything at first, but he suddenly realized it when he heard it. The two girls also nodded in agreement.Wang Qin couldn't help showing a smile, but saw that Pei Han just put the booklet back lightly, his face was calm, as if he had thought of it a long time ago.

I don't have any skills, but it's strange to pretend... Wang Qin felt a little uncomfortable, but he didn't show it on the face, and continued to search for other clues with everyone.There were no other discoveries in the reception room, and the five of them withdrew and walked along the corridor.

"There seems to be something hanging on the wall over there." Song Yao saw something with her own eyes, and everyone went over to look at it. It was a photo frame with a photo in it. The title was "Group photo of all staff of xx Mental Hospital".There are about forty or fifty people in the photo. In the first row, everyone is well-dressed, with their stomachs raised and their heads raised. In the middle is a middle-aged man wearing a black suit and smiling.

"According to this position, the person in the black suit is the director of the hospital, right?" Wen Yuliu whispered.She was a little timid, she hadn't spoken much since entering the hospital, and she was holding Song Yao's hand tightly all the time.

"Then this dean has a personality," Tang Jiu said, "he still believes in God."

Wang Qin was taken aback: "How did you see it?"

Tang Jiu pointed, "He wears a cross around his neck."

If he didn't say it, others really didn't see it.The cross was extremely small, reflecting the white light slightly, and those who didn't know it thought it was a button on the shirt.Song Yao exclaimed: "Your eyes are too good."

Tang Jiu smiled embarrassedly.Alas, my brain is not working well, so I can't keep my eyesight...

On the right side of the photo frame is a ward, and further ahead is an iron gate with a fence. Through the door, you can see the deeper ward inside, but the door is locked and cannot be opened at present.

"It seems that the clue to open this door is in this ward." Wang Qin said, and then pushed open the door of the ward first.

Wen Yuliu hid behind Song Yao, and Tang Jiu hid behind Pei Han, for fear that a mental patient would rush out with disheveled hair and teeth and claws when the door opened.Fortunately, the imagined scene did not happen. Wang Qin turned on the lights in the ward, and the room was empty.

Tang Jiu heaved a sigh of relief, and walked in beside Pei Han.There are two beds in the ward, with a patient information card pasted on the head of the bed, one is "Shen Meng" and the other is "Wang Pandi".Everyone cheered up and quickly surrounded the past.The bed was clean, and the quilt was folded and placed at the end of the bed. Wang Qin lifted the pillow and found a book underneath.

It is a collection of modern poems with numbers on the spine, which seems to be distributed by the hospital to give patients time to relax.Wang Qin flipped through the book, and there was no note or other objects in it, but on one page there was a cute little pig drawn with a black marker, with a hat on top of his head, which probably happened when Wang Pandi was reading a book. drawn.

"Generally speaking, the reference books that appear are clues." Wang Qin has studied the first three episodes several times before participating in the program, and is well versed in the routines of the program group. "There must be key information in this book."

Everyone else thought the same, but they turned their heads over the entire poetry collection, tried to combine the titles of each poem, and studied the codes on the spine, but they still couldn't see anything.

"Could it be that your thinking is off?" Wang Qin frowned, "Let's find out if there is anything else in the room."

Several people searched separately, but found nothing.Nearly an hour had passed, and everyone was unavoidably anxious. Song Yao looked at the man who hadn't said much: "Pei Han, do you have any ideas?"

Although Wang Qin seemed to be the backbone of the team since the beginning of the game, but for some reason, at this moment of confusion, Song Yao subconsciously wanted to ask Pei Han who had been silent for help.

Pei Han took the book of poems again, turned to a page, pointed to the little pig: "This symbol."

Everyone couldn't help being confused: "Isn't this a pig?"

Pei Han: "What else can a pig be called?" When he asked, he cast his eyes on Tang Jiu, and sure enough, when the rest of the people looked blank, Tang Jiu clapped his palms and said without thinking: "Pig!"

To ask him why he has such a deep memory of this knowledge point, he also needs to talk about a Chinese class in high school.

He was sleeping secretly in class that day, but the Chinese teacher nodded sternly: "Tang Jiu, tell me, in the cultural common sense I just talked about, what are the 'sacrifices' commonly used by the ancients for sacrifices?"

There was still a red mark on the side of his face that was pressed by the book, his mind was dizzy, and he didn't know what the answer was.At this time, Xie Lin poked him from behind, and said to him in a breathy voice: "Cows, sheep, pigs."

Tang Jiu immediately drew a ladle on the gourd: "Cow and sheep dung." After he finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong, and asked with a confused face, "Huh? Can cow dung and sheep dung be used as offerings?"

He only heard Xie Lin sigh behind him with a headache, and then the whole class roared with laughter, and the Chinese teacher drove him into the corridor angrily.

After that class, Tang Jiu firmly remembered that "豕" means pig.

Pei Han gave a "hmm", moved his fingers to the hat on the pig's head, and continued to ask, "How about another hat?"

Tang Jiu suddenly realized: "It's the word 'family'!"

He seemed to be enlightened suddenly, and instead of waiting for Pei Han's guidance, his eyes fell on the title of this page.

It is "Wrong" by Zheng Chouyu.

"Home...wrong..." Tang Jiu murmured, suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, "Wang Pandi's house...is something wrong?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a "click", as if some mechanism had been touched, one of the walls of the ward slowly moved aside, and immediately a new space appeared in front of everyone.

The mechanical voice on the broadcast sounded again: "Congratulations to the guest for triggering the keyword! Please enter the copy of 'Night Visit to the Mental Hospital': 'Wang Pandi's Home'."

The author has something to say: I know I am short!

If you want to ask me why it is so short...it is because I dare not write in the middle of the night!

That's how cowardly! !