clown game

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Because the hospital has strict work and rest schedules, the patients have already returned to the wards at night, and the corridors must be empty. Dr. Zhang has worked in this mental hospital for a long time and knows the structure of the building well, so he just He casually glanced at both ends of the corridor, then withdrew his gaze.

He came to the opposite wall where he was standing in the ward just now, knocked first, then carefully looked at the tiles under his feet, then the ceiling above his head, and the opposite wall

Immediately afterwards, he discovered... There was nothing suspicious on this side of the corridor.

Could it be... that patient really just had a sudden relapse and aggravation of mania for no reason?

He couldn't help thinking about it, but as soon as the idea came up, Dr. Zhang laughed at himself. He knew it was impossible, because it didn't conform to the development of the disease at all.

"I'm sure there's something I haven't discovered yet..." He muttered in disbelief. In his heart, there was a voice that kept reminding him that all of this was caused by the new patient... ..

So, Dr. Zhang went back to the ward...... Standing by the wall, laying on the wall with open hands, groping as if he was going to sweep the wall.

The wall is not big, so it is easy to touch all over.

Suddenly, his hand stopped, and he felt a strange tactile sensation between his fingertips and the wall

...He looked over, and there was a small strange spot on the white wall paint, which looked like a scratch made with a fingernail, but the mark on the wall paint was not very sharp, but sunken inward , You can't see it unless you look carefully.

Dr. Zhang frowned and stared there, and he was also surprised to find that there were several similar scratches not far apart near the scratch.

Could it be the patient who scratched it?

But why is he scratching?

Doctor Zhang thought about it,

Suddenly, his eyes widened, as if thinking of something.

Yes, he finally thought about what was the vague sense of weirdness when he saw the wall just now.

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People have a problem, that is, they often see a picture, but their brains choose not to remember it... It's like a pair of shoes that have been worn for many years, but few people know how many shoes are on the shoes The hole with the...

Just like this wall, Dr. Zhang visits patients in these wards almost every day, and there is a timetable on the wall of each ward—it is used to remind patients to get up at what time, The kind of table for things like what time to take medicine.

But until now...he didn't realize that the watch was missing in this room!

And almost in the next second, Dr. Zhang concluded that the watch was definitely torn off by the patient who suddenly went crazy.

And he is also a doctor after all, his brain is not too stupid, he knows, this must be a message left by the patient!

Seeing a flash of inspiration in Dr. Zhang's eyes, he rushed out of the ward quickly and took out the keys in his pocket at the same time.

The on-duty doctor in the mental hospital will have a key that can open all the wards in the current ward, which is also designed to prevent some patients from locking themselves in the ward.So, he came to another ward on the side and opened it directly with the "master key".

Afterwards, without even turning on the light, with the help of the light from the corridor, the "schedule" on the wall was removed!Immediately afterwards, he ran back to the ward just now, hurriedly pressed his hand to the wall again, and groped for the places where the scratches were on the top.

Finally, he touched a strange place again. It felt very special and sticky, a feeling that could only be left after the tape was torn off.And using this place as a starting point, I found three other sticky "tape marks" around, which happened to be the four corners of an A4 paper.

Doctor Zhang knew that he guessed right, so he couldn't wait to pick up the "schedule" in his hand and aim it at the four corners, and pasted the paper on it again.

...and just like that, the wall returned to its "original shape".

He looked at the wall that was pleasing to the eye, and took a deep breath.

"Let me see what you want to tell me..." He said affectionately and seriously, and slowly stroked the "timetable", feeling the few scratches under the page …

"Get up...wash up...radio gymnastics..." Dr. Zhang said to himself.

"8 o'clock in the morning!"

Suddenly, he stopped, and the first scratch appeared in the table at 8 o'clock.

He thought for a few seconds, and found that he still couldn't understand what the patient meant, so he didn't struggle and continued to explore.

The next few scratches appeared in the time periods of "13 o'clock", "16 o'clock" and "20 o'clock".

At this time, as long as you think about it for a while, you will know that what the patient wants to tell the doctor should be these sets of numbers!

Dr. Zhang took out a pen from his coat pocket, and wrote down directly in the space next to the "schedule"——

"8, 13, 16, 20."

He frowned, looking at the numbers in front of him, feeling at a loss...According to his understanding, the patient should have left scratches on a few words, and then pieced together a complete sentence Or information such as a name, location, etc. What is the matter with leaving four numbers? Could it be that the neuropathy foresaw the next Shuangseqiu number?Or, is there a safe that requires a password to open and hasn't been found yet?

Uh, compared with these nonsense conjectures, it seems that the most plausible possibility is that these are just a few meaningless "clicks" on the wall by a psychopath!

"Alas... Could it be that I have been figuring it out by myself all this time!"

Doctor Zhang sighed, and felt for a moment that he was being tricked.The original energy of "chasing the truth" was gone.

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In the dead of night, people are always full of inspiration~

Just when he was about to scold himself a few words, telling himself to quickly give up this unrealistic delusion...

He froze for a moment

"telephone number!!!"

Doctor Zhang didn't say it silently in his heart, but yelled it out directly!

In this era of popular mobile phones, he can't remember the last time he called the "landline number", but at this moment, he is very sure that this is the meaning of this group of numbers.

So he quickly pulled out his mobile phone and directly entered the phone number

"8131620"

A mental patient who suddenly went crazy, before going crazy, left a phone call, what could it be on the other end?

As he thought about it, his fingers began to hang tremblingly above the "Dial" key...

After a few seconds, he seemed to have finally made up his mind, "Fight it!", and pressed it!

"Beep——beep——"

a busy tone

Doctor Zhang felt a little flustered.

Suddenly, the phone was connected, and then, a sharp voice rang