The voice of Yuko Shionji coming through the headphones carried three parts surprise and two parts speechlessness.
"You can just open it directly, why waste ti? The thing I hate the most is decrypting and looking for keys."
Before long, accompanied by a "ding," the elevator slowly ca to a stop.
Next, a cold electronic voice ca from inside.
"Welco, Doctor."
As the elevator doors opened, a clean and tidy tal corridor appeared before the three people. From outside, it seed no different from other parts of the hospital; if it weren’t for the strange way leading to this place, they would only think they had arrived at another floor where patients were treated.
At least here there was no sign of bloodshed, filth, or even distortion.
As the three stepped out of the elevator, soon the voice rang out again.
"Doctor, please enter the ntal health diagnosis treatnt room."
Accompanied by this voice, a large door next to them opened directly. The three exchanged glances, then walked inside.
This place looked no different from a regular treatnt room, and on the desk were placed a computer. Duanmu Huai and the others ca to the computer, then the Idol Detective reached out, turned on the computer, and began searching for the information inside.
"Let see... Ah, indeed, it ntions Director Sanyuan, and there are surgery records here! It’s that boy’s!"
While speaking, the Idol Detective clicked to open a surgery record, and soon, a sinister, gaunt face of a roughly fifty to sixty-year-old man, looking mouse-like and sinister, appeared on the screen. He was wearing a white coat, with a cold smile staring at the screen, then began to speak.
"Prepare to record, patient... Honda Shi, second year at Beichuan Middle School, suddenly fell ill during class, and launched indiscriminate attacks on those around him. He is regarded as a priority treatnt patient. Surgery is imminent, we will follow standard procedures..."
As he spoke, the cara turned to the hospital bed next to him; a boy was tightly bound with a belt, yet he still struggled and shook his head vigorously—the three were not unfamiliar with this face, it was the face of the Successful Person.
However, at this mont, the face of the Successful Person was flushed red, looking like he was about to burst into rage.
"Let go! I’m not sick! They’re all monsters! Don’t you understand? Those monsters want to kill ! Let go!"
"The patient suffers from severe delusional disorder, claiming his fellow students are not real, but disguised monsters, and wants to kill them. We consider this a very dangerous perception, so we proceed with a Level 1 treatnt plan... Now, start the anesthesia."
Accompanied by the doctor’s words, a nurse with an indifferent expression appeared on the screen, then took out a syringe and swiftly inserted it into the boy’s body. Monts later, the boy, who was initially roaring and ranting, lay limp like a dead pig, unmoving. Then the nurse pushed the hospital bed toward the operating room.
Soon, the cara switched from the hospital room to the operating room. The entire operating room had only two people, a doctor and a nurse. This matched the information Duanmu Huai acquired from Shadow earlier; it seed the two were essentially the primary responsible ones for this part of the ntal hospital.
Of course, this doesn’t an others are innocent.
Soon, the screen also showed the surgery scene, the doctor cutting open the skull with an electric saw, then taking the scalpel, cutting here and there in the brain, seemingly professional, but unfortunately... completely incomprehensible.
"Ugh... I feel a bit nauseous."
Idol Detective covered their mouth, face pale, even Gourt Detective didn’t know what to say; only Duanmu Huai watched the blood-red brain on the screen silently sighing.
Feeling like eating brain flowers.
"Alright, we have completely cut away the prefrontal lobe, next we will proceed with repair treatnt."
Repair, how to repair? Install a CD player there?
However, what appeared on the screen next made the three widen their eyes.
The nurse ca over with a sterilization tray, on which was placed a bottle of black goo-like substance. But that viscous liquid, and the slightly purple glow it emitted... was extrely familiar to the three!
The doctor drew the liquid from the syringe, then injected it into the part of the brain that was cut away. Soon, the strange gooey substance began to rapidly integrate with the brain. anwhile, the doctor’s voice rang out again.
"They need enough space to gradually devour, digest, and interpret the other’s mory and emotions. I have tried directly injecting into the brain before, but due to insufficient space, it eventually caused unnecessary accidents. Therefore, cutting parts of the brain structure to provide space for their assimilation is crucial."
Accompanied by the doctor’s speech, everyone saw the originally goo-like black objects slowly penetrate inward along the brain’s grooves, and they themselves began to change, seemingly rging with the brain.
"This process will take so ti, then, the surgery will end."
As the words fell away, the screen flashed, and then the boy appeared again on the screen, only this ti he had bandages tied around his head, his eyes vacant, no different from those people Duanmu Huai and others saw on the second floor.
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