Chapter 715 Dr. Zhang

The scene in the rental house was very strange. The doctor had his back to the dim light, his shadow enveloped me, and the face full of gouges was enlarging in my field of vision.

I stared at the scalpel in his palm, clenched my hands into fists, and pressed my back against the door.

The blood in my eyes turned, and at one moment I felt a murderous intention from the doctor. He hid it very well. If I hadn't swallowed the flower of dreams and my consciousness was far beyond ordinary people, it would be impossible to detect it.

"He dared to attack me directly?" The murderous intention was indeed there, but the reason why he killed me was unknown. This was also the most puzzling point for me. I only met him for half a minute, and I didn't do anything to harm his interests. Why would he have murderous intentions for me?

Three meters, two meters...

When the doctor and I were only half a meter away, he suddenly stopped, opened the shoe cabinet at the door, and took out a glass container wrapped in black cloth.

"Take this thing with you. It can save your life at critical moments." He opened the black cloth and found the body of a black cat soaked in the glass jar.

"You want me to carry a cat corpse with me?" My eyes froze. The cat corpse in the glass jar had been soaked for a long time, and the flesh had dissolved. The corpse looked very small, only as big as an adult's fist.

"You will thank me." The doctor didn't even look at me. He used a scalpel to pry open the lid of the glass container. A strong smell of formalin wafted into the room: "It must be packed properly."

With a flash of cold light, the doctor cut off the black cat's head, took out the surgical suture from his pocket and passed it through the middle of the cat's head, making a necklace that looked a little scary: "Try wearing it."

Looking at the doctor's serious expression, an indescribable chill poured into my body. I instinctively wanted to retreat, but my body was already close to the door: "Is this how you helped me? Can you tell me the reason? ?As far as I know, black cats can’t ward off evil spirits.”

"How do you know if you don't try? If you meet them in the corridor, just throw this cat head over. It can save your life." The doctor held out the necklace he had just made and stretched it out to me. There was still that between his fingers. A thick liquid oozes out.

Originally this was just an unintentional move on his part, but when I saw the viscous liquid, I suddenly remembered something.

It was this liquid that oozed from the black garbage bags in the painter's house!

Formalin and corpse liquid dissolved together. Could those bags of garbage contain all processed corpses? !

I also saw similar liquid on the floor of Zhu Li's house. It seems that there should be some kind of connection between the doctor and him. They know each other, and maybe there is some shady cooperation, such as murder. accomplice!

The doctor grabbed the cat head necklace and stretched it out in front of me. The unpleasant smell irritated my nasal cavity. I still don't know the doctor's position, but one thing is absolutely true. He did have murderous intention towards me just now.

I can’t have this necklace! There must be another reason for him to do this.

I gently pushed the doctor's arm away: "I appreciate your kindness. Forget it, I don't like cats."

The doctor froze on the spot. He grabbed the cat head that he had just cut off and looked straight at me. The scratches on his face seemed to be shaking. I could see his chest rising and falling, as if he was trying his best to suppress his emotions. This person doesn't feel like a doctor to me, but more like a patient.

It took more than ten seconds for him to calm down: "You... don't like cats? It's okay. I have other things here. Trust me, I will definitely help you escape from the pig cage apartment."

The doctor put the scalpel and the cat head into his pocket, grinned at me, turned and entered the bedroom, seeming to be rummaging for something.

"What a weirdo." I looked at the electronic watch in the living room. There were only four minutes left before twelve o'clock. My time was very tight. I was about to say hello to him and leave. When I lowered my head, I saw A shoe cabinet with doors that don't close tightly.

The shoe cabinet in the doctor's house is larger than the shoe cabinet in Bai Yaer's and Zhu Li's houses, and seems to be thicker.

"He just took out the jar containing the cat corpse from here." I blocked the doctor's sight with my body, and quietly opened the shoe cabinet with my hands behind my back. After making sure that the doctor would not see it, I turned around and glanced.

Just one glance made my pupils shake violently. There were rows of bottles and cans in this particularly thick shoe cabinet. Most of them were covered with black cloth or waste paper, and a few were not covered at all.

What shocked me was the jars that were not covered. The yellow-brown liquid washed away in the transparent glass jars. It was completely beyond my expectation. What they contained were not animal carcasses at all, but the skulls of children. !

Sen Bai's skeleton was stuck in a glass bottle and had been treated twice. It looked like a beautiful work of art, with an indescribable cruelty, like a black fairy tale.

I reached out to move the glass container and tore open the bottles and jars wrapped in paper next to them. I was about to check the contents of other jars when my eyes suddenly caught sight of the waste paper outside the glass tube.

The paper was old and wrinkled, just an ordinary piece of paper. But what was written on it surprised me again.

"Jinghai Mental Health Center, emergency hospitalization observation diagnosis notice."

"Suspected patient's name: Zhang Jiayi."

"Sender: Zhang Shuxue."

“According to Article 28 of my country’s Mental Health Law: When a patient with a suspected mental disorder commits an act that injures himself or endangers the safety of others, or engages in a dangerous act that injures himself or endangers the safety of others, his relatives, work unit, and local police The agency should take immediate measures to stop him and send him to a medical institution for diagnosis of mental disorder."

"After examination and evaluation by the receiving doctor, the hospital now informs you to go through emergency hospitalization and observation procedures for the suspected patient Zhang Jiayi..."

The information on the scrap paper can be summed up in one sentence. A man named Zhang Jiayi was sent to a mental hospital for treatment by his relatives and friends, and the hospital gave him an examination and evaluation.

This is nothing, but at the end of the paper, there is a printed photo of the patient.

The man inside is tall and thin, and his face looks very familiar...

"What are you looking at?"

Suddenly a sinister voice sounded behind me, like a poisonous snake lying in my ear and spitting a message.

Turning my head suddenly, I saw the doctor holding a sharp scalpel and dragging a black bag with his other hand. He walked out of the bedroom at some point and stood behind me.

"Nothing?" I forced myself to calm down without any major fluctuations in my tone.

The doctor stood there, his almost gouged eyeball moving rapidly in its socket, giving people an extremely weird feeling.

"It's almost twelve o'clock, and I'm afraid it'll be too late if we don't leave." I forced a smile and waved my hand towards him: "You'd better keep the cat head to yourself, take your leave."

"Wait a minute." The doctor raised his arm, and the scalpel rubbed my face and pressed against my shoulder. I could even smell the pungent and disgusting stench on the blade.

"What? You want to stop me?" I raised my arms. As long as the doctor dared to move, I would attack him immediately.

"You don't have to believe me, but you must take the things I give you. If you lose them, you will be dead tonight!" The doctor said word by word. He took a half step back, put down the scalpel, and put the scalpel in the black cloth bag. something poured out.

I didn't look back, I just smelled the strong smell in the air and listened to the sound of the scalpel cutting, and I roughly guessed what was in the pocket.

"This is for you, don't worry, this will definitely work." After three or four seconds, the doctor handed me a smaller bag, his attitude was firm, and his eyes were gleaming like a wolf.

I didn't pick up the bag. I didn't need to touch it at all. I could tell just by looking at the shape of the bag that it contained a severed hand!

"Why are you giving me this?" I frowned. This live broadcast was already getting out of control before it even started.

"Because you need it, take it, you'll use it."

The doctor's words were full of weirdness. I thought for a moment and finally took the bag. I lowered my head and took a look. As I guessed, there was a human hand specimen in the bag.

Seeing me accepting the severed hand, the doctor's expression softened: "When you meet them in the corridor, just open this bag and throw it out. It should buy you a lot of time. I know when you see the human hand I must be very scared, don’t think blindly, I picked this up in the wasteland. The pig cage apartment is close to Guan Nei, next to a private hospital. If you are lucky, you can find some garbage from the hospital. "

He patiently explained a few words, trying to dispel my doubts.

I nodded pretendingly and said against my will: "I was really frightened just now. Your red building is really not something ordinary people can stay in."

Rolling my eyes, I added: "If this thing is really useful, I will definitely visit you in the future and thank you. By the way, I don't know what to call you yet?"

"My surname is Zhang. Just call me Dr. Zhang. It's almost twelve o'clock. You don't have much time. Let's go." The doctor put the scalpel stained with mucus into his pocket and curved the corner of his mouth in a slight arc.

"Your surname is Zhang..." I glanced at the clock on the wall for the last time. It was two minutes to twelve: "Goodbye."

Carrying the bag, I opened the door and walked directly into the dark corridor.

After the doctor locked the door completely, I stopped and stood on the dark stairs, my eyes wavering.

"The doctor's surname is Zhang, and the patient on the diagnosis notice is also surnamed Zhang, and their faces are very similar. Thinking about it this way, the so-called Dr. Zhang's real identity is probably the patient." I touched my chin, my eyes shining brightly: " It’s interesting, there is a patient pretending to be a doctor, a model with mental illness, and a crazy artist, this red building is really lively!”

I went through the information of all the tenants in the red building. I still can't determine who the show host is, but I already have a general idea.

"It's almost time to start." Crouching at the corner of the fourth and fifth floors, I took out the Good and Evil Shura mask from my arms and put it on my face, and took out my show phone.