Chapter 42 Chapter 41 Evacuation

Less than half an hour after lying in the emergency room, the patient was already causing trouble.But long before the ambulance opened the door and rolled out the stretcher, nurse Susan got a taste of trouble. Whenever something big happened in the psychiatric department, she could always taste it, a taste like chewing aluminum foil in her mouth. Sometimes, this uncomfortable feeling comes from patients, such as the man who just let the bell ring loudly in ward 1310. He gave the first impression not as a perpetrator, but as a victim. It was exactly seven fifty-five in the evening. If the man had been five minutes later, Susan would have gone to bed long ago, but she must return to the scene on an empty stomach.That's not to say Suzanne has to eat dinner, but a small salad with half an egg is a standard recipe in her diet plan.She cares a lot about her figure.In fact, compared with the female patients with anorexia nervosa in the ward, she was not much fatter at all.In this regard, she can be regarded as a paranoid with paranoia.But for her, the first symptom was obviously easier to get rid of.

The male patient was caught in front of a supermarket, lying naked in the snow, covered in blood and with lacerated wounds on his feet.Despite looking dirty, stupefied, and dehydrated, his eyes were clear, calm, and he spoke clearly, and his teeth showed no signs of alcohol, nicotine, or drug abuse (teeth, in Susan's eyes, were always the best judge of mental state. accurate indicators). Even so, I got a taste of trouble.Susan held the pager in one hand and a bunch of keys in the other, muttering to herself. She opened the door of the ward with the key and walked in. The weird and grotesque scene in front of her stunned her for several seconds before she realized that the pager was beeping non-stop, so she hurriedly contacted the security personnel who were specialized in dealing with crisis situations.

"I can prove it all," the naked man yelled from the window, a puddle of vomit at his feet. "Of course you can," said Susan, carefully keeping a safe distance from the man. Her affirmations sounded skilled and false.In this case, Susan had to rehearse countless times every day, and she didn't mean it sincerely, but based on past experience, these empty rhetoric did buy her a lot of precious time. But this time seems to be different. The investigative committee claimed in a subsequent resolution report that the cleaning lady used an MP3 player to listen to music at work (this behavior is strictly prohibited during work), and when her boss raided her, she hid the player in the shower in a moment of urgency. in the water meter box next to it.

In this critical situation, Susan didn't know how the male patient got the player.The battery box of the player has been pried open, and the male patient is holding a bent alkaline battery in his hand. It seems that he has bitten the battery case with his teeth.Susan was afraid to look, but could imagine viscous battery acid dripping from the sharp edges like jam. "Everything will be fine." Susan tried to reassure the male patient. "No, it won't be all right," the man retorted, "Listen, I'm not crazy. I'm trying to get that thing out of my stomach, but maybe it's digested. Please, please You must take X-rays of me! You must take X-rays of my body! The evidence is hidden in my body."

The male patient kept yelling until security personnel arrived and subdued him. But they came too late. By the time the doctors rushed into the ward, the male patient had already swallowed the battery. "Well, now you have to push me into that tube," he said defiantly as he was pinned down on the bed. "While sleepwalking in the maze below, I tied myself up, do you understand? Because Siegfried was disguised as me. The key to the handcuffs should still be in my stomach." "Nurse, please contact the Radiology Department." One of the doctors shook his head and said. "Please get ready to do a gastric lavage," another doctor added, "We have to get the battery out before it releases too much acid in his stomach."

"Fuck the acid!" Leon yelled, "The key is the key." His hospital bed was rolled out of the ward. "You'll find a key in my stomach or intestines, and please..." Leon grabbed the doctor's hand, who was standing on Leon's right.The doctor had more beard than hair on his face.He had a mustache, but he couldn't hide it in his crowd. "Please go to my room and push the wardrobe away," Leon begged. "If the wardrobe is stuck and cannot be pushed, you can also go up through Mrs. Hessing's bathroom and climb into the maze." "Into the maze?" the mustachioed doctor asked, and introduced Dr. Mailer to Leon.

"Yes, that's what I call it. I can draw it for you. There is a fork at the end of the first passage, and that leads to a mysterious door." It's also the way to where my wife's body is. He knew that even he couldn't believe what he said, so he closed his eyes wearily.It was too late anyway.Even if Natalie hadn't died instantly from the stab wound in the neck, after so long, there was no possibility of her surviving. "You mean the door with the 'Attention' sign on it?" Dr. Mailer asked bluntly. Leon opened his eyes again. "How do you know about this?"

"The police have confirmed what you said." Contrary to Nurse Susan's reaction, the doctor obviously attached great importance to what Leon said, and it didn't sound like he was trying to coax him, but was very serious. "You believe what I say?" "Yes. Your friend, a Mr. Sven Berger, was worried about you and wanted to see you. He found a man's body in your house fifteen minutes ago." The hospital bed was blocked in front of a trap door.Leon raised his head and asked, "What about Natalie?" Leon tried to sit up. "How is my wife?"

Has she been found too?Fear of the truth lodged in his throat. The doctor shook his head regretfully. "I don't know that. The backup police tried to open a door, but they couldn't open it because they needed a combination." "A minor in the music score," Leon shouted, "please tell those people, the password is: AHCDEFGA." The doctor nodded, a telephone to his right.It seemed that the doctor had already contacted the police, because he asked if they had heard Leon's last words. "No, he can't be interviewed right now. He has swallowed a battery and has to have his stomach pumped right away." Dr. Mailer tried to end the call.The man on the other end of the phone didn't know what to say, making the doctor look at Leon in horror.Leon was so nervous that his heart seemed to stop.

Did they find her? "The captain wants to know what happened to the other residents." Dr. Mailer asked. Leon's eyes widened: "My God! Did that psychopath do something to them too?" Leon immediately thought of the old lady Hessing, she must not be able to resist that lunatic. The doctor said, "No, uh..." He left Leon's sight and appeared on the other side of the hospital bed, "If I heard correctly, no one lives in that building now." "Nobody? It's impossible. Ivana never goes out at night." "I'm afraid you didn't understand what I said," said the doctor.Through a door, Leon was wheeled into a tubular treatment room. "According to the police, all the residents living in that building, instead of going out, they all moved out. Everything of value, cash, stocks and furniture, was moved out with them. Every household The doors were all wide open, and the key was in the keyhole."

"What? Why is this happening?" Dr. Mailer didn't know what to say, so he shrugged. "I don't understand that either, Mr. Nader. But the police said it felt like everyone was evacuated from the rental building." A few months from now, somewhere in the world, in some city you know, maybe in your neighborhood...