Chapter 330 Is He Really a Genius?

Stretching four meters was a joke. Zheng Xun knew that if he was handcuffed here, he would not be able to walk to the bedside table.

What to do.

Still need to solve the puzzle first.

The only thing related to numbers now is the clock on the wall.

But the clock keeps running. Which time is the correct answer?

Zheng Xun tried a few at random.

None of them worked.

…

Okay, he is not good at solving puzzles.

After sitting on the bed and thinking for a while, his legs were a little numb.

So he stood up.

Now his clothes were also changed into hospital gowns, and even his shoes were gone, only slippers.

Slippers are fine.

Zheng Xun wore them anyway.

He stepped on the slippers, stood on the ground, and straightened his legs to relieve the discomfort.

The movement was a little larger, and his right hand was connected to the bed again.

He stretched his waist and squeaked.

The bed actually moved a few centimeters.

Zheng Xun:?

This is something he didn't expect.

Since the bed can move.

Why not take the bed with him to find clues.

Zheng Xun's right hand directly grasped the iron railing at the head of the bed, dragged it, and came to the corner of the room.

The four legs of the bed were affected by the dragging action, making a squeaking sound on the ground.

Perform a big action to search for clues.

The probability of a player dragging a bed to find clues is almost zero, but it does not mean that there is no such thing.

At least Zheng Xun dragged a 1.5m*2m bed quite freely and walked in the room.

He successfully came to the corner of the room.

This bedside table six meters away from the bed really has something.

On it, there is a medical record book with only two pages of medical records, both belonging to the same patient.

Name Zheng Xun, age 20 years old.

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(Some words that are not recognized at all)

… The patient's thinking is confused and it is difficult to concentrate; there are unreal thoughts, ideas and beliefs, thinking that he is being monitored; there are auditory and visual hallucinations; he thinks he is a dinosaur.

…?

Zheng Xun finished flipping through the medical records.

The previous ones can be understood, but what does the last "thinking that he is a dinosaur" mean?

What he needs to play now is a patient with delusional disorder who thinks he is a dinosaur?

Zheng Xun was stunned.

There is no content on the back of the medical record, and the clues are what he saw.

It seems that there is nothing key at present.

Let's take a look at the things in the drawer.

There are also things in the drawer, some sticky notes.

They are full of words, and some are even drawn with patterns.

Zheng Xun took them all out of the drawer.

These sticky notes should be written by the patients in the ward.

The handwriting is quite sloppy, and it can be seen that the writer is in a state of unrest.

Zheng Xun laid them flat on the bed one by one, fortunately he brought the bed with him.

He aimed the flashlight at the words on the sticky notes.

——I'm not crazy! Why do you say I'm crazy!

——They locked me up here to kill me!

——That woman, she wants to hurt me!

——I can't die, I want to live, I want to live.

——Feed medicine at six o'clock, I must escape before six o'clock!

——I was caught again.

——I can't take the medicine she gave me! It will make my memory deteriorate!

——I can't forget everything, I want to go out, I want to make the secret of the Seventh Hospital public!

——I'm not sick! The doctor here is abnormal!

——Go to hell, die, die!

The words on these sticky notes are very intense, and some of the words are quite blurred.

Zheng Xun finally recognized all the words on them.

That woman... should be the nurse.

The nurse feeds the medicine at six o'clock every night, or it may be six o'clock in the morning, but Zheng Xun prefers the evening.

This should be a hint of time. If you don't escape before six o'clock, you may be in trouble.

What is the secret of the Seventh Hospital...?

Since this dinosaur brother has the ability to leave these notes, why doesn't he write the secret directly on it?

Zheng Xun complained in his heart.

And... the doctor is abnormal...

Does it mean that the doctor really has a problem, or is it a mental patient's fantasy?

These sticky notes are still useful, at least they tell him a time.

Six o'clock.

Zheng Xun tried to enter "180001".

Still didn't open.

...

What's the missing step?

He has good patience, so he is not in a hurry.

It seems that the only thing left in this room is the quartz clock.

Zheng Xun dragged the bed and came to the bottom of the quartz clock.

The clock was normal and made a ticking sound.

Zheng Xun raised his arm.

No, the clock was hung a little high.

He stood on the bed and raised his hand again.

The handcuffs made a rattling sound.

It was still not high enough.

Zheng Xun took his hand back and squatted on the bed.

His wrists were red.

He looked up at the clock hanging high, thought about it, changed from squatting to sitting, and then put his upper body on the bed, holding the bedside railing with both hands, and stretched his legs straight.

With this twisted posture, he kicked with his toes, and the clock broke away from the nails behind it and fell down.

He tightened his abdomen, folded his upper body and legs to the middle, and clamped the clock.

"Fortunately, I have a strong posture."

Zheng Xun praised himself, and then held the clock firmly with his hands.

He also sat back on the bed.

The current time is 5:45, Zheng Xun turned the clock over.

...There is no battery at all.

Without a battery, I don't know what power this clock relies on.

The protective cover outside the dial has fallen off, and you can move the hour and minute hands with your hands.

Zheng Xun put his finger on the pointer, and now it will instantly reach six o'clock with a slight push.

Will a nurse really appear?

Why not give it a try, maybe she can help open the handcuffs.

Zheng Xun actually thought about the feasibility of this method.

He thought for five seconds.

...

Forget it, it's a bit risky.

What about other times?

He tried to adjust the minute hand slightly back a few minutes.

When it was adjusted to a certain position, the pointer suddenly got stuck and couldn't continue.

? Could it be this time?

Zheng Xun took a look and it was about 5:50 or 51.

He tried several numbers nearby.

175201

Click.

The handcuffs opened instantly.

He really guessed it right...

Zheng Xun pulled his hand out, rubbed his wrist, and moved it a few times.

Now he can leave the room.

Zheng Xun walked to the only door.

Okay, it is locked.

The door lock also needs a password.

The password should be hidden in this room.

But Zheng Xun didn't want to find it.

Life is about trying.

Try it first, and then find a way if it doesn't work.

He took the bedside table away from the bed. It was the right size and the right size.

Then he smashed it directly towards the sealed window!