Chapter 1172 Cursed Game

The fifth floor of the hospital is the critically ill area. The windows are equipped with protective bars, and the doors of the wards have also been specially reinforced.

"It's 12:30 in the morning, and our treatment will start at 12:44 in the morning." Dr. Gao opened the medicine bottle on the table: "Before the treatment starts, please take one pill for each patient."

There are only four pills in Dr. Gao's medicine bottle, except for the two doctors who don't need to take medicine, and there is only one pill missing from Chen Ge's place.

Putting the empty medicine bottle on the ground, Dr. Gao took out a new bottle of medicine from his pocket.

From the appearance point of view, there is no difference between the two bottles of medicine.

While Dr. Gao was unpacking, Dr. Sun, who was sitting next to Chen Ge, took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket: "I still have some left here."

He poured out a pill from his medicine bottle. The surface of the pill was pure white, but dense black thin lines could be vaguely seen in the middle of the pill.

After Dr. Gao saw this scene, he stretched out his hand to stop him: "Chen Ge's condition has improved, he only needs to take half a tablet."

"Half a tablet?" Dr. Sun looked at Dr. Gao suspiciously. He should know the treatment steps in advance.

"Yes, only half a tablet is needed." Dr. Gao seemed worried.

"It's not the same as the dean's request." Dr. Sun shook his head expressionlessly: "Although you are his attending doctor, the dean has the final say on some matters."

He got up and stuffed the pill into Chen Ge's mouth. Chen Ge could feel the pill rubbing against his lips, but what made him feel strange was that Dr. Sun didn't feed him the pill, but just used his hands Blocking his mouth, the pill was still caught between Dr. Sun's fingers.

Dr. Sun withdrew his palm, and Chen Ge subconsciously made a swallowing movement.

Medicines with thin black lines can make people crazy and lose their minds. Chen Ge knows this clearly. Now Dr. Sun doesn't want to feed him medicines, and has secretly tricked Dr. Gao and other patients.

This made Chen Ge quite concerned, and Dr. Sun who was sitting next to him seemed to have no intention of hurting him.

"From the moment I entered the hospital, someone knocked on the door every night. The knock on the door corresponded to the number of days I spent in the hospital. The other person came to remind me every night as if worried that I would get lost."

"Yesterday I knocked five times, and today the knocker should knock six times. Coincidentally, when Dr. Sun entered the house,

Just knocked on the door six times. "

"Is he telling me in this way that he is the knocker?"

There was lightning and thunder outside the window, but the ward was eerily quiet. Seven people sat in a circle. Except for Chen Ge and the two doctors, the other patients all lowered their heads, as if they were asleep.

"They should be taking the normal white medicine. The bottle of medicine that Dr. Gao is putting on the table now is a replaced medicine with a thin black line hidden." Before the treatment started, Chen Ge had already noticed something was wrong.

According to what Dr. Gao said before, if a patient falls ill, other people should work together to feed him the medicine on the table.

But it was obvious that the bottle of medicine on the table was not a normal white pill, but a medicine mixed with black silk threads. The more the medicine was taken, the more the patient would lose control.

If the treatment continues like this, the final result is likely to be that the patient who took the medicine crazily killed everyone in the room.

Chen Ge narrowed his eyes, and he suddenly remembered a detail. When Dr. Gao entered the ward, he hung the key beside the ward door, as if encouraging the patient to get it.

"Swallowing a large number of medicines with black thin lines, patients who have completely lost control will leave with the key next to the door after killing everyone in the ward..."

The more Chen Ge thought about it, the more terrifying he felt. If Dr. Sun didn't stop him, Dr. Gao would have given him medicine with thin black lines at the beginning, but he would definitely be the first person to lose control.

The first one went out of control, and after it was out of control, it was controlled by the patient, fed more drugs with black silk threads, and then became even more insane.

The end result is that Chen Ge will kill all the patients in the house, and then take the key and start hunting the patients frantically.

If Chen Ge really did this, then his humanity would be wiped out completely, all persistence would become an inextricable sin on him, and he would no longer be the same person he used to be.

"All the patients have taken the medicine. Next, please remember the number on your chair. The number is your name." Dr. Gao took off his watch and put it next to the medicine bottle: "Twelve four in the morning Fourteen minutes and forty-four seconds to start treatment."

All the patients and the hospital looked at the metal dial, and the room was very quiet, gradually only the sound of the pointer moving.

"Tick tock, tick tock..."

The moment the pointer crossed a certain number, Chen Ge felt an indescribable sleepiness flooding his mind.

Eyelids became heavy, and he involuntarily closed his eyes, but he soon realized that he must not fall asleep now, he must stay awake.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he opened them again, and the whole process took less than a second.

But in just this second, there seemed to be a lot of changes in the ward.

He himself couldn't tell what had changed, he just felt vaguely uncomfortable, as if the ward they were in now was not the same ward as the previous ward.

"It's 12:44:44 in the morning, and the treatment has officially started." Doctor Gao's voice seemed to be different from before, stiff and cold, like an emotionless corpse.

"All of you are suffering from severe paranoia. I called you here today because I want to treat you in a unified way."

"Don't be nervous, I will play a little game with you next, you just need to make choices according to your true heart."

Dr. Gao's voice did not contain any emotion. He first looked at Dr. Fang who was sitting in No. 1: "On April 1st, you were on night shift at Xinhai Central Hospital. You have been restless these days, and you always feel that someone is watching you. Watching you. For the seventeenth time at twelve forty-five in the evening you got up and went to the window and looked out."

Dr. Gao stopped suddenly, and after a long interval, he pointed to the window of the ward: "Go and see what's outside the window?"

After taking the medicine, Dr. Fang, who had some abnormal eyesight, got up from seat No. 1. He leaned on the wall and came to the window.

The moment he opened the window, a flash of lightning flashed across his cheek, illuminating the interior of the ward and the downstairs of the hospital.

"Ah!" Doctor Fang exclaimed, holding onto the edge of the window sill with both hands, as if he was afraid that he would jump off if he was not careful.

"You got up and came to the window for the seventeenth time, and what did you see?" Dr. Gao's tone didn't change at all. At this moment, he was like a corpse mixed with the living.

"There's a lunatic downstairs who keeps laughing, and he's waving at me! He wants me to jump off!" Doctor Fang's voice was not loud, and he felt like he was about to be out of breath when he spoke.

"There are two choices in front of you now, jump down to find him? Or let him come up to find you?" Dr. Gao said that the two options are completely non-existent in Chen Ge's view. This is the fifth floor, jump down If you go down, you will definitely die. If you want to survive, you can only choose to let the opponent come up.

There was no need to hesitate at all, but Dr. Fang began to think seriously, and drops of sweat rolled down his cheeks.

His body kept trembling, until finally he didn't make a choice, but sat slumped on the ground.

Dr. Gao didn't speak, until Dr. Fang got up again, hid behind the curtain and looked outside, he asked again: "Is that person still downstairs?"

"It's gone, he's gone." Doctor Fang looked terrified, and he sat down on the No. 1 chair again.

No one knew where the monster downstairs went, and Dr. Gao didn't ask Dr. Fang any more questions, but Dr. Fang stared at the door of the ward, as if the lunatic would knock on the door after a while.

Moving his eyes, Dr. Gao looked at Patient No. 2 again: "At 12:46 in the evening, you came to Xinhai Central Hospital to investigate an old case. You have been looking for clues for the past few days, and finally all the information is Pointing to this hospital. You are sure that the murderer is hiding in the hospital, when you stood downstairs and looked up, you saw a doctor draw the curtains in a panic."

Dr. Gao's eyes lingered between Dr. Fang and Patient No. 2: "Take a closer look, does that doctor's face look the same as his?"

The patient sitting in the No. 2 chair raised his head, his face was pale, and he looked much older than his actual age.

Patient No. 2 stared at Dr. Fang, and after a long time, he shook his head.

The ward returned to calm, and the sound of the mechanical watch pointer moving rang in my ears. After an unknown amount of time, Dr. Gao said to Patient No. 2 again: "At 12:47 p.m., you picked it up outside the hospital building. A distress letter, a boy's sister was stabbed by a patient who was hiding in a certain ward. The description in the letter was somewhat similar to the case you had been investigating, and you entered the hospital with the letter."

Patient No. 2's condition was not very stable. He shook his head mechanically, as if he didn't want to believe anything.

"Put your hand into your sleeve to see if the letter is still there?" Dr. Gao's voice sounded amidst the interlacing of pointers, and middle-aged male patient No. 2 subconsciously put his hand into his sleeve, and he took out a crumpled white paper.

Looking at the content on the white paper, Patient No. 2 grabbed his hair fiercely, his eyes gradually turned red, and it seemed that he might lose control at any time.

"What's written in the letter?" Dr. Gao didn't care about the state of patient No. 2, and the tone of his words didn't change.

Patient No. 2 with red eyes put the letter paper on the table, and the words "help me" were written crookedly on the whole paper.

Those words should all be written by a child. When Chen Ge saw those words, he had that familiar feeling in his heart again, as if the words were written by him when he was a child.

"There are two choices before you now, enter the hospital to save him, or enter the hospital to kill him."

After Dr. Gao finished speaking, he stopped paying attention to Patient No. 2.

He himself sat in chair number three, and now he looked at the patient in chair number four.

A female patient was sitting on the chair No. 4. She looked very thin, and the hospital gown looked very loose on her body.

"At 12:49 p.m., you were attacked by a patient in your younger brother's ward, and he strangled you." Dr. Gao took the butterfly folded from tissue paper from Patient No. 4's hand, pinched it up paper butterfly wings.

Using his hands slowly, the paper butterfly's body was slowly torn apart.

Looking at the butterfly being torn apart bit by bit in Dr. Gao's hand, Patient No. 4 seemed to be suffocating. It seemed that Dr. Gao was not tearing the butterfly at this time, but tearing her neck.

There was no blood on her face. Patient No. 4 made the sound of a dying person struggling in her throat. She desperately waved her hands at Dr. Gao, but she dared not snatch the butterfly made of paper from Dr. Gao's hands.

"You are in pain, and you long for someone to save you, but you dare not ask for help, because the murderer said that as long as you speak, he will kill you and your brother." Dr. Gao put the paper butterfly that was about to be torn apart on the On the table: "Now you have two choices, take the initiative to run into the murderer's sharp knife and let the younger brother escape for help; or push the younger brother to the sharp knife point and run out of the ward by yourself."

Patient No. 4 became short of breath, and she seemed to be really caught up in this problem, and she was extremely painful and uncomfortable at this time.

Touching the wings of the paper butterfly with his fingers, Dr. Gao looked at patient No. 5 again: "At 12:50 p.m., you are standing outside the door of a ward where your favorite person lives, and her younger brother."

Patient No. 5 is about the same age as Chen Ge. He doesn't like to talk, his hands are full of calluses, and he seems to be very good at making props.

"You struggled for a long time, and finally made up your mind to enter the ward to see her, but when you opened the door of the ward, you saw a lunatic holding a sharp knife and trying to kill the younger brother of your favorite person, and your favorite The man is pleading with the madman."

"There are two choices before you now, pull away the person you love the most and take her away; or rush to fight the lunatic and die for her brother."

Dr. Gao observed the changes in the expression of Patient No. 5. Just as he was about to look away, Patient No. 5 suddenly said, "I chose to rush over to fight the lunatic."

Of the several patients, Patient Five was the only one who actually made a choice.

"Are you sure? You might really die."

"I'm sure, I seem to have done this once before." After patient No. 5 finished speaking, he became silent again. He clasped his hands tightly together, and there were small wounds on his palms that were oozing blood.

Doctor Gao finally looked at Chen Ge: "At 12:52, you stabbed No. 5's heart with a sharp knife. After killing No. 5, you killed No. 4 and her brother."

Using force with his fingers, Dr. Gao tore the paper butterfly on the table in half: "Then you clenched the bloody knife and rushed out of the ward, and saw No. 2 in the corridor. After killing No. 2, you will be on duty as a night doctor." I saw number one in the room."

The ticking sound of the mechanical watch lingered in his ears, and Chen Ge's vision gradually became blurred. He pressed his hands firmly on the table, but stood up uncontrollably.

The mechanical watch on the table was still running, and the time on the dial was 0:51:44.