I Was Once a Legend

When the doctor was kicked down by Cui Zuojing, his calf hit the operating table. He limped out of the operating room and shouted, "Grab him!"

The male nurse ran two steps, the anesthetic took effect quickly, his speed gradually slowed down, and he was quickly left behind.

The doctor's shout attracted the attention of other staff in the corridor. Cui Zuojing ran downstairs very clearly. It was just after the meal time, and a large number of patients were still in the restaurant. It only needed a little fuse to trigger a difficult situation. The chaos of imagination, when the time comes, it will be convenient for him to get out.

"stop!"

"Don't run!"

More nurses joined in to catch Cui Zuojing. Cui Zuojing dodged all the way, and a male nurse blocked his way with open arms. The young man sneered, and he rushed straight over. One side of his body passed by him, and the knife in his hand slashed at the back of his neck.

Cui Zuojing rushed down the stairs. Behind him, the male nurse lost consciousness and fell heavily to the ground.

He ran into the restaurant without any risk. The meal time was not over yet. Cui Zuojing rushed in with a group of nurses behind him. Undoubtedly, a little spark fell into the oil barrel and immediately detonated the restaurant.

The young man jumped onto the long table and ran while stepping on the plates amidst the screams of the patients on both sides. Some people quickly joined him, threw the bowls in their hands and climbed onto the table, shouting and jumping. Those whose conditions were relatively stable Seeing the nurses pouring in, the patient understood that the situation was not good, quickly left his seat, and hid in a corner in panic to prevent harming innocent people.

A patient who was dancing on the table stepped on another person's hand, and the two quickly scuffled. Some patients tried to attack the nurse while taking advantage of the chaos, and the whole restaurant became a mess in an instant.

Cui Zuojing had long been hiding under the table. He watched the series of chaos with cold eyes, and snorted triumphantly. The countless legs and feet around him were staggered. He crawled out from the other side of the table. As soon as he got up, his hand was grabbed Living.

The young man turned around on guard and was about to attack that person, but a second before his fist landed on the opponent's face, he saw the person's appearance clearly.

A fat middle-aged man with brown eyes so calm that he doesn't look like a mental patient at all, but just half an hour ago, this man was lying in front of the table, talking to the radio about the explosion of the sun.

Cui Zuojing stopped, his fist was only five centimeters away from the man's face.

"Come with me." Obviously he was almost beaten, but the man showed no fear on his face, and said in a low voice, he did not let go of Cui Zuojing's hand, and passed through the crazy crowd, taking advantage of it Randomly walked into the small door leading to the back kitchen in the corner of the restaurant.

A nurse saw Cui Zuojing's flashing back from a distance, and shouted loudly, but couldn't catch up for a while.

He took Cui Zuojing along a very tortuous road. The structure of the lunatic asylum is much more complicated than Cui Zuojing imagined, so the intention is self-evident.

They hid in the toilet, and the man stood on the window sill, removed the filter screen of the ventilation pipe, and climbed in first.

The pipe was not too dirty, it was obviously cleaned specially, as for the person who cleaned it, it was the gentleman in front.

Cui Zuojing followed the man and climbed all the way up. When he finally jumped out of the pipe, he found that he had fallen into a ward.

The room is very small, with only one bed and one table, and there are cabinets near the wall. Due to the cost, only a very few patients in the lunatic asylum can live in a single room. Cui Zuojing originally thought that the disease was uncontrollable and violent. Most of the patients will live in isolation. Now it seems that those people are likely to be locked in the basement confinement room or have undergone a frontal lobotomy. They have lost their danger and do not need to live alone.

Just like the autistic boy I saw in the lounge before, the scar on his forehead is obviously the mark left by the operation.

The man patted the dust off his clothes and sat on the bed. Cui Zuojing stood vigilantly, leaning back on the table, keeping a relatively safe distance from him.

He looked at the man, and the man looked at him probingly.

Neither of them spoke for a while, and it was Cui Zuojing who finally broke the deadlock.

"Why are you helping me?"

The man suddenly said, "People are sitting on chairs, but who is the chair sitting on?"

Cui Zuojing: "..."

Is he pretending to be crazy?

"It's fine if you don't sit on me anyway." Cui Zuojing didn't waste time with him, "My name is Cui Zuojing, how about you?"

"Rudolph." The man replied. His move was just a test. It may be difficult for two mental patients to understand each other's thoughts, but it is much easier for two normal people.

"The reason for helping you is very simple, just because I want to."

Cui Zuojing raised his eyebrows: "Is it because I'm as healthy as you?"

Rudolph seemed to have heard something funny, and said, "In the madhouse, how can there be people who are not sick?"

Cui Zuojing nodded in agreement: "Indeed, in this place, good people can get sick. Why? Want me to help you get out of here and return to your original affluent life?"

Rudolph looked surprised: "Why do you..."

"You don't have calluses on your palms, and you obviously don't do much work, because there are few opportunities to go out to bask in the sun here, and the color of the small piece of skin that used to wear a ring on your hand is still slightly different from the surrounding area. And you subconsciously looked down just now. Eyes and wrists, it seems that there should be a watch there, and you should have been here for a long time, and you haven’t changed your habit of looking at watches for such a long time, which is obviously deeply rooted.” Cui Zuojing roughly said his inference, "I guess your status must be unusual."

Rudolph smiled wryly, and said: "You think right, my father is a wealthy businessman in Belgium, and my half-brother, in order to compete with me for family property, joined forces with my wife to declare to the outside world that I was crazy and sent me to England Locked up here, I've been here... for three years."

Cui Zuojing was not very surprised, he had seen similar plots in some literary works, and said, "You want to escape?"

"I definitely want to." Rudolph said, "In the past three years, I have been thinking about how to get out of here every moment. I pretended to be a lunatic as they wished, and I found out the structure of the entire lunatic asylum. I have already planned it. Everything is waiting for the right day to come."

"You probably need a helper."

Rudolph smiled: "Yes, my brother must have sent someone to watch me. Even if I escape from the lunatic asylum, I will find the person my mother left for me. I need someone to cover me."

"Then you may be disappointed. What I want to do may conflict with yours." Seeing Rudolph frowning, Cui Zuojing said, "Are you sure you can really go back?"

Rudolph: "I don't know, but it's better to try than to stay here forever. If I don't leave, I will really go crazy."

Cui Zuojing nodded: "Well, I will try my best to help you within the scope of my ability, but you have to be mentally prepared that I will leave at any time."

Rudolph did not agree: "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know yet." Cui Zuojing crossed his arms, stared at Rudolph's earnest eyes for a few seconds, and asked suddenly, "If everything in this world is an illusion, what would you do?"

"What do you mean?" Rudolph didn't understand. He had known Cui Zuojing, a very aggressive patient, for a long time, and he always felt that he was seriously ill, but today's brief contact in the lounge made Rudolph aware that the other party might Like him, he was pretending to be crazy.

That's why he approached Cui Zuojing. The other party's thinking was indeed very clear and normal, but at this time he said something he didn't understand.

"It's nothing." Cui Zuojing didn't say much, "Let's talk about your plan."

"Do you know why those doctors and nurses forbid us to leave the ward at night at the beginning of every month?"

Cui Zuojing shook his head. He didn't know about it at all, but he still had to take into account the status of a mental patient and couldn't be OOC, so he said, "Did you find out?"

"Yes, many nights I was busy mapping the structure of the insane asylum. I also wanted to know why the patients were not allowed to go out, so I deliberately paid attention to the movement outside. Sometimes I would hear the sound of someone walking through the corridor, as if dragging something Things, every time I hear this kind of movement, patients will disappear the next day, and the nurses will claim that those patients were taken away by their families." Rudolph looked at Cui Zuojing, "Do you believe this statement?"

"Of course I don't believe it." Cui Zuojing said, "What are they doing with those missing patients? Organ trafficking? Human experiments?"

"They kill those patients and sell their corpses to medical schools as materials for dissection." Rudolph said, "The law strictly prohibits the use of stolen corpses for autopsy experiments, and they are also arresting those who steal corpses. The anti-theft iron railings and iron coffins were installed, and the corpse snatchers could not obtain fresh corpses, so they targeted the madhouse. They colluded with the chief doctor and took away one or two corpses on a regular basis. They have not been found for a long time. Where are the lunatics?"

Cui Zuojing suddenly realized that the profession of stealing corpses has a long history. At the beginning of the nineteenth century, when modern medicine first developed, Britain promulgated laws to reduce the number of death row prisoners. Therefore, the medical school did not have enough corpses to supply, so it could only Spend money on corpses.

They stole freshly buried corpses from the cemetery and sold them to anatomists for huge profits. The most notorious cadavers, William Booker and William Hale, used their hotel to kill people who came to stay. The guests sold the corpses, and there were as many as 17 victims.

Later things came to light, Hale escaped, Booker was sentenced to hang, his body was dissected in public after his death, the skeleton was collected in the museum of the Royal College of Physicians in Edinburgh, and the skin was made into a wallet.

Unexpectedly, it has been nearly a hundred years since that era, and there will be such a thing. Cui Zuojing quickly accepted this setting and said: "So you want to take advantage of the time when the patients are out of the room, and the corpse robbers come over, and the doctors and nurses Escape when neglected?"

"Yes, it was the safest time. Since the lunatic asylum has reached an agreement with the body snatcher, it means that no matter what happens that night, it will not be suspected, and the patients' rooms will be locked by the nurse, so there is no danger." People can disturb us, as long as we go out through the ventilation duct."

Cui Zuojing thought for a while and thought it was feasible, "Okay, when will the corpse thief come next time?"

"It's just today." Rudolph narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a smile, "You've been here for a long time, right? Why don't you even remember such a special day?"

His tone seemed to be joking, but Cui Zuojing understood what he meant, and didn't care about being suspected by Rudolph, and said: "You don't need to test me, I don't deny that there are many suspicious things about me, but this has no effect on tonight's plan Influence."

Rudolph fully demonstrated his courage as the son of a wealthy businessman. He smiled slightly, opened the bed board, took out the map that took two full years of surveying and mapping from the hollow tube at the foot of the bed, spread it flat on the bed, and said:

"I hope you can be worthy of my trust."