Chapter 70 Playing Dumb

There is no light in the courtyard inside the hospital, and the bright moon disk is also blocked by dark clouds. The light here is extremely dim and deep.

The flowers that had not been taken care of for a long time have long since died, but the messy grass is growing wildly, using all means to squeeze out any trace of nutrients from the land.

The female detective carried an oil lamp over the grass and saw two rows of widely spaced toilets in the center of the courtyard. One row of door panels had Ms. L-Ladies painted on it, and the other row of door panels had Mr. G-Gentlemen painted on it.

She noticed that the interior of two of the women's restrooms was emitting lights, and through the thin cracks under the transparent restroom door panels, she could see two pairs of women's shoes inside, a pair of leather boots stained with mud, and a pair of worn-out small leather shoes.

The female detective came up with a plan. First, she pretended to avoid the mud on the ground and swung the oil lamp left and right, so that the light could sweep around the surrounding area. She then used her peripheral vision to vaguely look at the surrounding shadows to confirm that there were no peepers nearby.

She put the oil lamp and shoes directly into one of the vacant women's toilets, then ran into the trees like a sensitive cat, and then slowly crawled into other corridors inside the hospital.

Without the illumination of the light, the interior of St. Arthenius Hospital was so dark that it seemed like the stomach of a giant beast, and the corridor in front of the female detective looked like the esophagus leading straight to the stomach of the giant beast. The breeze blew by, and the room in the deep shadow seemed to be... There will be a shrill wail like a baby crying.

This strange sound kept echoing in the corridors, making this mission hospital where mysterious events happened in the past particularly terrifying. It seemed that the innocent dead who had opened their chests still refused to leave, and their malice towards the living still remained in the hospital.

But how can illusory fear intimidate a determined female detective? !

Charlotte Holmes walked slowly and slowly along the wall of the corridor. Her vision gradually adapted to the darkness and was barely able to see. She concentrated on listening to the movements around her and used the wire she carried to twist the old door locks. She walked through room after room, trying to find any clues.

But we found some tables, chairs and tools abandoned when the hospital was evacuated.

She found a bed stained with large black bloodstains in a room that was once an inpatient ward. The murder weapon that was suspected to be self-inflicted by the patient was still kept in the corner of the room. It was a heavily rusted dinner fork with four prongs on the top. The teeth were turned and twisted. It was difficult to imagine what kind of psychology the patient who was under the influence of the unknown source had to use such a small fork to self-mutilate.

She also found a large pool of black bloodstains in a place that seemed to be a public venue. The shapes and sizes of the bloodstains were different.

The female detective's strong rationality and profound knowledge intertwined and converged in her mind, and she restored the general scene at that time - there were seven people in the venue, and they initially stood in a circle with a distance of one meter apart.

Each of the seven people held a self-inflicted weapon. Although there was no sign of the tools they used on the ground at this moment, judging from the blood spatter, three of the self-inflicted weapons were sharper, perhaps table knives. Three of the self-inflicted weapons were slightly blunt, perhaps table forks or sharp objects. And the last self-inflicted weapon was very suspicious... The female detective couldn't see it carefully. The blood was spattered in sporadic traces, but it was splashed left and right in an orderly manner, and finally it suddenly spurted out in large quantities?

Charlotte Holmes suddenly had a bold idea. Could it be that... the other party simply used his nails to gradually tear apart his skin, dug out a shallow wound, and then put his fingers into the wound to dig desperately? He drilled desperately, waiting for the wound to gradually expand and deepen... His fingers were inserted into the wound like a shovel, and he forcefully expanded it outwards, opening his chest like a closed double door.

The female detective suddenly felt a little horrified, not because of the bloody scenes in her imagination, but because of her sudden imagination... It was because she had witnessed too many strange scenes after experiencing the events of Lance, Harris and William. , has it caused my current thoughts to become darker and darker?

Charlotte thought this as she gradually approached the leisure activity place. She hoped to carefully identify the black blood stains and further deduce the original situation.

However, when she got closer, the air surged in the sky, the dark clouds dispersed, and a ray of pale moonlight shone through the broken window glass of the hospital.

Some fragments that were paler than the moonlight and reflected the gloomy light were scattered in the blood stains, making the black blood stains particularly conspicuous. When she came closer to take a look, they were clearly bone dregs like bits and pieces of debris.

"It's human bones."

The female detective thought so. She squatted down and picked up a piece of bone, rubbing it with her index finger and thumb. The bone was hard... This was not left from the original incident, but a human bone left recently. broken!

Was it left by Dr. Winfrey and his assistants? Or the work of other crazy esoteric cultists?

The female detective can't deduce the answer yet, but at least she already knows that there is still something fishy about this abandoned mission hospital.

Time was almost up. Charlotte returned to her village girl appearance and returned to the blue-purple hall with an oil lamp in hand. With a shy apology on her gray face, she returned the lamp to the busy doctor's assistant.

The coachman X211, who was pretending to be asleep, caught a glimpse of Miss Holmes' return through his slightly narrowed eyes, and asked softly: "Has the investigation produced any results?"

The female detective didn't reply, but nodded slightly, "You've almost finished your IV drip. It's time for us to leave."

"Yeah."

X211 opened his eyes immediately after hearing this, showing a spirited look. The female detective also called the doctor's assistant to remove the IV needle for her brother.

The brother and sister from the suburban horse farm thanked Dr. Winfreys who was still seeing the patient, and walked away while bowing.

After they walked away, a lively girl came out of the hospital. Her facial features were not particularly delicate, but very pleasing.

She always had a very contagious smile on her face. Everyone felt lighthearted when they saw her, as if all the troubles in life could be thrown away as long as they faced this pretty face.

She wore the same uniform as the doctor's assistant Nello, a white coat with a bright red cross on the back, and a pair of muddy leather boots on her feet.

She leaned close to Dr. Winfreys's ear during a busy break and whispered:

"The elder sister of the horse farm brother and sister just now pretended to go to the toilet in the courtyard, but she was actually touching around inside the hospital. I suspect...she has discovered something."

Dr. Winfreys still had a calm smile on his face. He waved his hand gently to let the next patient take a seat, and at the same time, his lips slightly opened to emit low-frequency sound waves that mortals could not hear.

"Don't panic, Crovitte, you tell the church members who have time to clean up the traces left by the previous ceremony first, and then come back to continue the free clinic. Just pretend that we didn't notice her behavior, but...the church activities tomorrow morning will be temporarily cancelled."

The girl named Crovitte also opened her lips slightly without moving, but her throat was also moving slightly.

"What about the prepared pigs? Take them away first or solve them nearby?"

Dr. Winfreys did not reply, but just nodded slightly, as if answering the patient's question.

But the girl Crovitt already knew what the leader meant - take him back and keep him in captivity, waiting for the next ritual.

I seem to be losing my temper. I originally planned to finish talking about Holmes in two chapters today, but how come I have already written four chapters... Tomorrow the plot will definitely return to Watson! I swear by the light in my skull!