socalfunplaces Chapter 109: Screams from the Room
Chapter 109: Screams from the Room
However, since we were already here, we decided to stay.
Su Ren took out his phone and took a few photos of places that looked "interesting". He then walked along the long corridor behind the clinic and went straight to the fork in the road.
The administration building is on the left, and the inpatient department is on the right.
Should we split up?
"No, splitting up is too stupid. Let's stay together," Su Ren said. "I'm not that foolish to split up like the characters in a horror movie."
Su Ren has already said that.
The four of them unconsciously moved closer together and entered the administration building first.
Inside the administration building, the scene has been simplified, with many meaningless layouts removed, leaving only the first and fourth floors. The fourth floor houses Yang Feikuang's office and the infamous Ward No. 13.
"Don't you guys feel... something's not right?"
"You mean the outpatient building has wards number one, two, and three, but the administrative building has ward number thirteen?" Su Ren also realized.
This is really hard to understand.
Did they miss some hidden content?
The bald man chuckled. "Come on, the owner of the haunted house isn't some Arab oil tycoon. Where would he get so much money to throw in? When recreating scenes, he'd definitely choose the most important and essential ones."
"That makes sense. So something must have happened in ward number thirteen, which is why it was specially preserved as a small scene." Su Ren slapped his forehead.
They were preparing to open ward number thirteen.
Suddenly, the bald man grabbed Su Ren's hand.
"What are you doing?"
"Listen, there's a sound coming from inside the room." The bald man gestured for silence and pointed inside the room.
Su Ren and the others moved closer, their ears pressed against the doorway.
"Sizzle..."
"Sizzle..."
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."
"I was wrong, I'll never dare to go online again... I'm not sick, I really know I was wrong, please forgive me..."
"Aaaaaah!!"
……
Someone is screaming in agony.
The screams reached their ears, and Su Ren and the others immediately changed their expressions. It was so realistic that they couldn't detect any recording equipment at all; it was as if someone was really being tortured in a hospital room.
"Help!"
Su Ren didn't think much of it.
Grasp the gaps on both sides of the door and push hard to open the dusty iron door.
The moment they entered the ward, the screams and the crackling of electricity vanished without a trace. The entire room was eerily quiet, with broken mechanical parts and signs of medical equipment being moved scattered on the floor.
"This operating table... there are places to bind the hands and feet, is it for treating illness, or for dislocating kidneys?"
Su Ren felt a slight unease as soon as he saw the operating table.
He had seen the operating tables in the hospital emergency department, which were almost no different from ordinary hospital beds, but the operating table in front of him was definitely designed to restrain people, specifically to prevent the restrained person from struggling.
This thing might be somewhat understandable in some shady hospital or underground clinic.
But this is the second ward!
"Look at this socket!"
"My goodness, this isn't an ordinary socket; this thing is an industrial PDU, specifically designed to provide stable voltage."
"What kind of instrument needs this kind of socket?"
The female companion seemed to have seen this before, recognizing it at a glance and instinctively exclaiming in surprise.
Although there was no danger in the room.
They could sense a strong sense of unease.
This unease seemed to stem from what had happened in the ward: the plaster on the walls had peeled off due to years of neglect, and all the incandescent bulbs in the four corners of the ceiling were broken. But one could imagine that when the room was functioning properly, just standing there would have been enough to make one's hair stand on end.
A gust of cold wind blew into the ward through the window.
It felt like a pair of slender human hands gently brushing across the back of Su Ren and the others' necks, sending shivers down their spines.
"That's impossible. We clearly heard screams and the sound of electricity."
"How come it's gone now that we've come in? If it were a tape recorder or speakers, it shouldn't be so hard to hide!"
I searched high and low.
We couldn't even find a voice recorder.
Su Ren had a vague sense of foreboding.
Could it be... that something truly horrific happened here?
"What are these things? They look like Sun Wukong's golden headband, all rusty. Look, they're quite heavy." The female companion picked up an electric shock device and handed it to Su Ren.
Su Ren looked at it for a while, as if he had thought of something.
He took out his phone and took a picture.
"Doubao, Doubao, help me see what this is."
"This is the 'Golden Hoop,' a magical artifact worn by Sun Wukong in 'Journey to the West,' bestowed upon him by Guanyin Bodhisattva to escort Tang Sanzang on his journey to the West to retrieve Buddhist scriptures..."
"Go to hell, you piece of trash."
"Haha, you're right. I found the wrong information. I apologize for my mistake. Now I'll tell you in the most straightforward, direct, and clear way that this is the electric shock device used in MECT electroconvulsive therapy..."
I glanced at it for a few seconds.
Su Ren's expression changed slightly.
"This thing, this thing is used for electrotherapy!!"
"electrotherapy?!"
The others were taken aback.
"But AI says this thing doesn't meet the standards of regular electrotherapy, it's like a substandard product, and it might even cause current overload, making people stupid, crazy, or even dead."
"That can't be right. This is a standard hospital treatment for mental illness. If the risks were that high, who would still do it?"
This moment.
Su Ren couldn't help but think of Dr. Yang Feikuang.
Dr. Yang Feikuang's office was right next to Ward 13, which proves that he was in charge of all of this. Could he really have made such a risky treatment?
Shaking his head, Su Ren forced himself to put these questions out of his mind.
"What are the props used in this small scene?"
"Could it be this electric shock device?"
"Just in case, it does look a bit like a horseshoe, so let's keep it for now."
After stuffing the items into his pockets, Su Ren and the others left Ward 13. At this point, he was no longer in the mood to go to Yang Feikuang's office. Besides feeling uncomfortable, the more important reason was that Yang Feikuang's office was not included in the four small scenes.
Su Ren felt responsible to the bald-headed brother.
I took out my phone, snapped a few photos of the office, and left the administration building without even looking at them.
Next up is the inpatient department.
The inpatient department was very large, with more than a dozen wards, evenly distributed across several floors. Even Zhang Ze himself couldn't understand how the system compressed the space, so Su Ren and the others naturally couldn't understand it either.
The remaining three scenes, two of which take place in the inpatient ward.
"This place is big, but we should stick together," Su Ren said. "Even if the haunted house is scary, as long as we outnumber it, there's nothing to be afraid of."
"I agree."
"But I need to use the restroom first, who wants to come with me?"
The bald man stretched out one hand, asking if he could relieve himself.
Su Ren glanced at his two companions, and finally the girl timidly raised her hand, "Actually, I'd like to too."
"I was definitely not scared, I just drank a little too much water when I came in, really!"