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Chapter 365: St. Elizabeth's Mental Hospital (6k, -in-)

St. Elizabeth's Mental Hospital was founded in 1949. It has been rebuilt three times over the past sixty years and is a very famous mental hospital in the United States.

Compared to other mental hospitals that are famous for using various inhumane operations, St. Elizabeth's has always been famous for its kindness to patients and high cure rate.

For decades, there has been almost no negative news about the abuse of the mentally ill.

There are only a few, all of which are vague ghost stories.

Legend has it that there was a Nazi German research base in the United States, where there was a nearly 100-year-old Nazi who sucked the souls of his patients every day.

The information collected on the Internet is not surprising. It is similar to that in many hospitals and seems very normal.

But Zhuang Boshi knew.

There is definitely something wrong with this hospital.

And it's a big problem.

The problem does not lie with the patients, doctors, caregivers or family members.

But it lies in the hospital itself.

He went in for a walk during the day and found that the abnormal factors were not obvious and not fatal.

These include an upside-down clock, walls that are always one color, the patient area being located in the basement, the doctor's ID card not matching the doctor's face, etc.

No one, including Zhu Wen, noticed these anomalies.

Cognitive modification is one of the evil god's methods, and he is used to it.

There were thousands of people in the entire hospital, but only Zhuang Boshi discovered the problem.

There are many abnormalities, but it seems to be in a dormant state.

At least, Zhuang Boshi did not see these doctors and patients having their vitality drained or being cursed. There were also many patients in the hospital who had been staying there for seven or eight years. Except for those with mental illness, they were all very normal and did not have any negative energy on them.

A safe and strange place that is harmless to ordinary people.

So Zhuang Boshi didn't flip the table directly at that time.

One is because they are afraid of causing a major incident, and the other is because they consider Zhu Wen’s safety.

The third point is that the upside-down clock has been stopped at seven o'clock, so when it is turned forward, it is one o'clock in the morning.

This might be a hint.

So he chose to take Zhao Yingkong to visit the hospital for the second time at one o'clock in the morning.

Zhu Wen was too fragile and had no ability to protect himself. He was afraid that if he wasn't careful, he would be harmed by something.

Zhao Yingkong's strengthened ability to summon spirits and dispatch generals also gave her the means to proactively attack these strange things.

Twelve fifty at night.

Before Zhuang Boshi and Zhao Yingkong arrived at the mental hospital, the hospital, which was bustling during the day, now seemed a little deserted, but this was just normal desertedness.

Even in the middle of the night, there were several security guards patrolling the door, and there were vehicles and pedestrians on the surrounding roads.

There were four or five drunks making a lot of noise.

The mental hospital covers a large area, with four or five buildings connected by corridors, but Zhuang Boshi can still see many patients moving around in the corridors, and doctors and nurses are working the night shift as normal.

"Wait a minute"

Zhuang Boshi glanced at his watch: "Five minutes left."

Although he guessed that there might be changes at one o'clock in the evening, Zhuang Boshi was ready to stab it directly with a spear.

I don't believe that if the hospital is turned upside down, everything inside will be contained and come out.

"Doctor, if there's something wrong with the hospital, then normal operations are just a facade." Zhao Yingkong tilted his head. "Then what kind of patients are they actually receiving here?"

Zhuang Boshi smiled and said, "Speaking of which, we were going to be sent to this hospital in the beginning."

"If we follow the logic of typical horror movies, the mental hospital might be a paradise for ghosts, and we are the blood food given to the ghosts by human lackeys."

"In the process, we relied on friendship and courage to reseal the ghost and finally escaped. A year later, when the survivors thought everything was over."

"I woke up one morning and found myself in this hospital again."

"The film ends with a scream."

"How cliché." Zhao Yingkong frowned.

"So, if we hadn't been attacked by the Grim Reaper in the beginning, we would have been able to see the true side of the hospital?"

"It's not too late now. You can still pretend to be a mentally ill patient. I'm just afraid the hospital won't accept you." Zhuang Boshi joked with a smile.

Zhao Yingkong's face darkened. "I don't think this has much to do with our identities. Maybe it has something to do with how we entered."

"What's the way in?"

"To enter a place, one naturally needs the owner's permission." Zhao Yingkong looked towards the hospital ahead. "Our permission may have been cut off by the God of Death."

Zhuang Boshi's expression darkened slightly.

"Time is up."

Click.

The hour hand pointed to one o'clock.

Zhuang Boshi took a step forward and officially entered the mental hospital.

After just one step, he stopped, and suddenly there was an undercurrent flowing in his calm eyes.

The mental hospital, which was perfectly normal a second ago, disappeared.

Instead, there is a very dilapidated old hospital.

The walls were dilapidated, with whole sections of paint falling off in many places, revealing the black and red bricks inside.

The sign at the door was crooked and covered in dust, but the name could still be seen clearly.

htebazile ts
A string of meaningless English.

It is Saint Elizabeth written backwards.

"Let's go." Zhuang Boshi's eyes gleamed slightly, trying to see the true side of this hospital.

in his field of vision.

This strange mental hospital overlaps with the normal mental hospital, and they seem like two different planes that do not interfere with each other.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Yingkong asked.

"Go forward first." Zhuang Boshi walked forward again.

Tap, tap, tap. In the quiet night, it seemed as if only the sound of two people’s footsteps could be heard.

The next second, bang.

Zhao Yingkong crashed straight into the air.

"What's going on?" Zhao Yingkong was stunned. From her perspective, there was clearly a passage in front of her, leading to the real mental hospital.

The gate was in a dilapidated state, and the sky was gloomy, making it look like a huge, man-eating mouth.

Zhao Yingkong stretched out his hand and felt a cold and rough feeling.

"Wall of air?"

"It's the outer wall of the original hospital." Zhuang Boshi explained.

"You just ran right into this wall."

"We can only see the inner hospital, but our bodies are still in the outer hospital." Zhao Yingkong frowned.

"Yes."

"Sir, Madam, what are you doing?" A security guard came over and looked at Zhuang Boshi and Zhao Yingkong strangely.

For some reason, the two men walked outside the hospital wall and stared at the wall, seemingly discussing something.

Zhuang Boshi glanced at him and stopped paying attention to the living person.

He could not see the strange mental hospital.

Since he was just an ordinary person, Zhuang Boshi used physical means to make him fall into a sweet sleep.

He picked up the security guard's ID card, which showed a white man in his forties, but the person in front of him was a black man.

Not only the doctors are misplaced, but even the security guards are misplaced.

So what about the patients?

"What should we do next?" Zhao Yingkong now understood that this strange mental hospital would only appear at one o'clock at night.

But the two had no access to the place, or more precisely, they were not allowed to enter.

"Then try my method."
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Dim lights.

When Zhuang Boshi opened his eyes again, he was lying on a hospital bed.

The limbs were tightly bound with yellow-spotted restraints.

A doctor in a yellowed white coat stood in front of him.

His entire face was covered by a mask, revealing only a pair of lifeless eyes that looked as cloudy as a dead person.

The doctor asked coldly and mechanically, holding a medical record book.

"What's the condition?"

Zhuang Boshi did not answer. He looked at the "doctor" in front of him.

A corpse, the blood had long dried up and the body had rotted away.

There is no fluctuation of consciousness, but it is controlled by a strange spiritual force and acts according to certain rules of life.

Rather than calling it an evil ghost, a more accurate description would be a ghost accomplice.

The kind of accomplice who helps the tiger to do evil.

When he opened his eyes, a ghost doctor was standing in front of him.

Even though everything in front of me looked like a scene from a horror movie.

But Zhuang Boshi did not break down and become hysterical like he did when he faced Kayako in the beginning of The Grudge.

He was not afraid at all, and even had the mind to carefully count how many teeth the doctor was missing.

He had seen great cursed spirits confront evil gods head-on, so ordinary minions were just piece of cake.

"What's the condition?"

The doctor continued coldly.

"If I knew what disease I had, would I still need to come to the hospital?" Zhuang Boshi complained.

He glanced around and yelled at the "doctor" whose aura of death was getting stronger and stronger.

"What an attitude!"

“Today’s hospitals are service-oriented places, and doctors are waiters!”

"Quickly call your director over here! What kind of shabby hospital is tying patients to their beds? I'm going to complain to your director and the National Health Commission!"

"The condition!!!" The doctor started to get angry.

The sound was like the roar of a ghost, and the white coat began to swell, as if it would be torn apart at any moment to expose itself.

"Hey! I've never seen a doctor who dares to confront a patient!"

Swish!
Zhuang Boshi stretched out the restraints that were big enough to restrain an elephant.

"The medical trouble is coming."

Before he could finish his words, a spear had already pierced the doctor's body.

At the same time, the golden elixir in the dantian rotated, and the Samadhi true fire suddenly rose.

The Samadhi True Fire burned slightly, and this strange doctor was burned to ashes.

Zhuang Boshi had no intention of playing the doctor and patient game with the monster, so his first move was a killing move.

Using Samadhi True Fire to burn it is really like using a sledgehammer to kill a fly.

Zhuang Boshi raised his eyebrows.

To his surprise, that weak spiritual power was not directly burned out by the Samadhi True Fire.

Instead, they were dispersed and returned to the hospital itself.

It seemed not to be energy, but a more special medium. After killing the doctor, Zhuang Boshi finally had time to look around the ward.

The white walls were splattered with blood, and the bed where he had just been lying was piled with some rusty "medical equipment" such as craniotomies and bone saws.

In the bottles and jars placed against the wall, there are some human tissues such as eyeballs, palms, intestines, brains, etc. soaked in formalin.

Overall, it's pretty much the same layout as a typical haunted house.

On the desk, there was a black booklet stained with blood.

"That's right."

Zhuang Boshi was very satisfied. This seemed to be a place that could suppress the horror of the curse of death.

He picked up the manual and flipped through it.

"Mental hospital rules?" Zhuang Boshi looked a little strange.

Rules-based weird talk?

Isn't this a horror short story that was popular on the Internet?

[Rule 1: This mental hospital only has Building 1 and Building 2. There is no Building 3. If you see the entrance or building number of Building 3 between Building 1 and Building 2, please ignore it and leave quickly.]

[Rule 2: Lights out in the public areas of the psychiatric hospital is from 9:00 PM to 6:00 AM. Please ensure you stay in your ward during lights out. Going out is not recommended.]

[Rule 3: If you must go out during lights-out time, please walk sideways along the left wall. Do not turn right, forward, or backward. If you encounter a wall in front of you, please back up and then move forward.]

[Rule 4: Patients in this hospital wear blue hospital gowns, doctors wear pure white coats, and nurses wear white nurse uniforms. If you see any patients, nurses, or doctors wearing other clothes, please ignore them and return to the ophthalmology department for treatment as soon as possible.]

[Rule 5: Please do not look up or back in the elevator, do not press the button for floors other than your own, and do not leave on a floor that is not yours.]

[Rule 6: There is no elevator in this hospital. If you want to go to other floors, please take the emergency stairs.]

[Rule 7: There is no security at this hospital. If you encounter a security officer in black uniform, please face him and slowly back away, ensuring he remains within sight. Please proceed to the psychiatric department for treatment as soon as possible.]

Rule 8: Doctors will make rounds between 9pm and 10pm. They will ask for the patient's name. If the doctor cannot call out the patient's name or calls the wrong name, please do not allow him/her to enter your room.

Rule 9: Please take the blue pill at 9:00 AM, the red pill at 12:00 PM, and the green pill at 7:00 PM. If you run out of pills, please go to the pharmacy during the day to consult a doctor in a corresponding uniform for a refill. Do not take pills of other colors.

[Rule 12: Only one person can walk in the safety passage. Do not go up and down the stairs with multiple people at the same time. When going up and down the stairs, please count to see if you have walked 13 steps. If you find a th step, please go downstairs and leave the corridor immediately.]

[Rule 11: If you encounter an unstoppable danger, please go to the basement of Building 2 and find a safe house. The door to the safe house is red.]

[Rule 12: This hospital does not have a former director. If you encounter an elderly person claiming to be the former director, please notify the doctor and go to the internal medicine department for diagnosis and treatment.]

[Rule 13: Please be sure to fill out the patient's medical record accurately in the clinic! ! ! Do not overfill, underfill, or leave any information blank. After filling out, go to the medical counter to receive your ward key!]

The rules of the apartment are laid out in a eloquent manner. There are thirteen in total, which is the most taboo number for foreigners.

It really is a rule-based weird story.

And at first glance, at least three of the rules are in conflict.

Of course, he didn't want to follow any bullshit rules.

I actually want to break the rules as soon as possible and let the weirdness behind it come out and touch me.

He wrote two big words on the medical record.

Discharge

Then, he kicked the door open and walked out in a leisurely manner.

But the scene outside was beyond his expectations.

"interesting."

Outside the clinic, it was not the eerie, dark and terrifying death hospital that Zhuang Boshi had expected.

Nor was it the silent corridor where he was alone.

Instead, it was brightly lit, people were coming and going, and it was as lively as a hospital during the day.

"Please make way." A hairless doctor walked over and suddenly looked at Zhuang Boshi.

"You are Dr. Becker's patient, right?" The doctor smiled at him very gently.

"Please give me your pre-diagnosis form and I will take you to the ward."

Zhuang Boshi looked down and found that he had changed into a hospital gown without knowing when.

He looked back.

The door number says, Pre-examination Room.

"hehe."

Interesting, really interesting.

He ignored the doctor in front of him.

Immerse yourself in your soul and look inward around your body.

There was nothing wrong with him, he just fell asleep.

After entering the hospital, he fell into a dream.

"A dream world?"

Zhuang Boshi handed the pre-diagnosis form with two discharge instructions written on it to the doctor in front of him.

The doctor didn't seem to see the Chinese text about discharge.

"Zhuang Boshi, male, 29 years old, Chinese, suffers from severe paranoia."

"They fell into deep fantasy and constructed adventure stories with themselves as the protagonists. They imagined that they had acquired extraordinary abilities and were forced to participate in various dangerous missions."

"At the same time, I imagined myself cultivating immortality and achieving the so-called golden elixir."

"After examination, it was found that the golden pill was a gallstone and has been removed through surgery."

"Unable to distinguish between reality and fantasy, highly aggressive, red dangerous patient."

"Frontal lobe surgery is recommended for treatment."

Old fashioned.

But there is something.

Zhuang Boshi showed a playful smile on his face. He looked down and saw that the main god watch that he had kept tightly on his wrist even when facing the evil god had disappeared, leaving only the blue bracelet representing mental illness.

It's normal because this is a dream.

However, this hospital can actually read part of his background. I don’t know if it is reading from memory or a higher level of precognitive inference.

"Doctor, I feel like I'm almost healed. I can't even remember that fantasy world." Zhuang Boshi "lamented."

"Can you tell me which world I imagined myself traveling to, to undertake this so-called adventure challenge?"

"Go to a place called..." The bald doctor seemed to be stuck.

I tried several times but couldn't pronounce the name.

He then sighed nonchalantly, "You already have third-degree delusional disorder, accompanied by severe bipolar disorder."

"Your delusion that you are cured only means that your condition is more serious."

"follow me."

If one cannot read the message from the Lord God, then it seems that one's abilities are also very limited.

But if the reincarnationist has not overcome his inner demons, he may be disturbed by the mental suppression PUA in this dream world.

After all, once you enter a dream, without a strong consciousness and soul, you cannot bring in all your abilities.

Once the seeds of doubt and denial are planted, they will sooner or later be completely assimilated by this strange world.

But his heart is flawless, at least his will cannot be influenced by such a small trick.

"Doctor, I just want to consult you about something." Zhuang Boshi did not intend to follow the doctor, but instead grabbed his arm.

He exerted a little force and, ignoring his struggles, dragged the doctor to the corner.

After a while, Zhuang Boshi came out wearing a white doctor's coat.

His figure and face also became that of a bald doctor.

Transfiguration, rednecks.

"Dr. Charles, why are you still here? Where is that patient?"

A middle-aged female nurse saw Zhuang Boshi, walked over quickly, and threw a stack of medical records at him with a little displeasure.

She didn't realize Charles was abnormal. After looking around and not finding any "patients", she said helplessly, "Don't worry about him. These six patients are the ones who need to be patrolled tonight."

"Patient No. 6 is extremely dangerous and suffers from severe hallucinations. Please do not believe anything he says!"

"The prescription is already here." She hurriedly handed Zhuang Boshi a bottle of medicine.

"Remember, you must finish your night patrol before ten o'clock."

Zhuang Boshi remembered that according to the hospital rules, the lights would be turned off at nine o'clock in the evening and all patients had to return to their wards.

But these are just the rules for patients.

So, do doctors in hospitals have another set of rules?

Zhuang Boshi asked embarrassedly, "Head nurse, may I ask which building the patients I'm responsible for are in?"

The head nurse paused, then suddenly looked at him with a strange look in her eyes. "Of course it's in Building 3. Isn't there only one Building 3 in this hospital?"

"Buildings 1 and 2 were abandoned in a fire ten years ago."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

"Building No. 3." Zhuang Boshi couldn't help but laugh.

The rules clearly state that there is no Building No. 3. If you see the entrance, leave as soon as possible.

But according to the head nurse, it was Building No. 1 and Building No. 2 that did not exist.

It seemed like I had broken several rules in a row right from the start.

Without leaving a medical record, he kicked the door and attacked two doctors, and then went straight into the non-existent Building No. 3.

Zhuang Boshi immediately put this trivial matter behind him, took the medical record book, and began to inspect the entire hospital openly.

Although this hospital in Building No. 3 looks very normal.

But the details are also full of weirdness.

On the wall of the aisle beside me, there were traces left for unknown reasons, as if they were scratched by a knife or claws.

Moreover, the floor of this hospital is made of patterned tiles instead of the regular white tiles used in hospitals.

The corridor is crooked and the layout is very chaotic.

The ward is on the first floor, but the doctor's office is on the second floor.

The patients and doctors were very indifferent, and no one even paid attention to him when he took the initiative to talk to them.

After walking around, he arrived at the first patient's ward.

Patient 1, Clint Bacon, male, 32 years old, from North Carolina, symptoms: pica

[Unable to swallow normal food, only raw meat]

[Recommended medication, 3 green pills, 1 yellow pill]

Yellow pill?

Zhuang Boshi opened the medicine jar given to him by the head nurse, but found only a black pill inside.

What a makeshift team, they even gave the wrong medicine.

I think this hospital will be doomed sooner or later.

Zhuang Boshi walked in, shaking his head.

"Bacon, how is your health today? Did you take the medicine I prescribed for you yesterday on time?"

"I'm warning you that if you don't follow the doctor's orders, I have the right to use electrotherapy."

In the corner of the room, a skinny man with his back to him was shivering. He heard Zhuang Boshi's footsteps, his voice full of fear and despair.

"I'm so hungry, doctor!"

“They won’t give me meat!”

(End of this chapter)