Wen Wen sighed and shifted his attention away from the cat-like sound.
If he wanted to hear it, Hu Youling would gladly call out for him.
After showing everyone around the main building, the group gradually separated from Wen Wen, including the chattering Liu Jiao siblings.
They were here for sightseeing, not a genuine exploration, so they had no interest in following Wen Wen around aimlessly.
When Wen Wen began to examine the patients' rooms one by one, only Zhu Haiyang remained behind him.
"Everyone knows the most frightening part of this place is the patient rooms. It's a wasted trip if we don't explore them."
Wen Wen smiled and glanced at Zhu Haiyang before continuing his inspection.
Zhu Haiyang shivered and rubbed his arms. For some reason, the place felt even colder than before.
So, he closely followed Wen Wen's footsteps, not daring to stray too far. A 'great detective' always provided a sense of security.
The various rooms, like cages that once held devils, instilled an instinctive sense of unease in Zhu Haiyang.
So far, Wen Wen hadn't found anything out of the ordinary, yet his interest in the place grew.
From the mere arrangements within the rooms, Wen Wen could mentally reconstruct the appearance of the patient.
Each room had its own distinct characteristics: some were covered in bizarre symbols, others were filled with filth.
The rooms on the first and second floors were manageable, but upon reaching the third floor, the atmosphere became noticeably oppressive, and Wen Wen broke into a smile.
He stood at the door of the first room and, after observing its interior, remarked, "I thought there was nothing left here, just stuff to fool people. I didn't expect this room to be preserved as it was half a year ago."
Zhu Haiyang looked at Wen Wen in surprise. "How did you know?"
Wen Wen pointed to the room before him. "Someone who isn't truly mentally ill couldn't have painted such patterns."
Zhu Haiyang looked strangely at the room covered in colorful oil paints, shining his flashlight around and scratching his head. "There's nothing strange here."
"You don't find it strange because you're only seeing a part of it."
Wen Wen took Zhu Haiyang's flashlight and placed it upright in the center of the room, its bright beam illuminating the ceiling and the entire space.
Zhu Haiyang stepped into the room and circled it again. Just as he was about to tell Wen Wen that there was still nothing strange, he was suddenly overcome with a nauseating feeling.
He felt as if he were in a completely asymmetrical world. The bizarre oil paints seemed like distorted symbols, dancing before his eyes like a kaleidoscope.
"Heh heh..."
Wen Wen turned off the flashlight. Only when Wen Wen grabbed him, trembling uncontrollably, did Zhu Haiyang feel a little better. He stared at Wen Wen in shock. "What's going on?"
Seeing only a portion of the patterns was one thing, but as soon as the entire cell came into view, he realized that nothing in the room was symmetrical. The oil paints distorted everything within the cell.
And that sense of distortion filled him with genuine fear.
"If you don't know, how can I know? Besides that patient, no one else probably understands the logic behind this room."
Wen Wen tossed the flashlight back to Zhu Haiyang and prepared to move to the next room. As he walked out the door, he said to Zhu Haiyang, "Actually, I still suggest you go back now. You might get into trouble later, as there are many things here you shouldn't be seeing."
Zhu Haiyang gritted his teeth and continued to follow Wen Wen, unwilling to leave his side, but his gaze became much more restrained.
When Wen Wen had left this asylum before, the cell covered in paintings had left a deep impression on him. Within those distorted paintings, there seemed to be some kind of power.
At the time, he hadn't understood what it was, but now it was clear.
Those paintings carried a faint supernatural power!
The attribute of that subtle supernatural power was very strange. It was unlike the power of a superpowered individual, nor was it similar to ordinary containment items. It seemed to rely entirely on the painting itself. Sudan Novel Network.
Zhu Haiyang followed behind Wen Wen, somewhat perplexed as to how Wen Wen had discovered the abnormality of that room, given that Wen Wen had never used a flashlight.
A faint moonlight shone into the rooms from outside, preventing complete darkness, but it made it difficult to see anything clearly.
This time, however, he didn't ask Wen Wen any questions. He simply followed Wen Wen, observing him.
Next, they saw several more strange rooms. Some were covered in handprints of varying sizes, while others bore clear imprints.
Each room here put immense pressure on Zhu Haiyang, as if devils had once resided there.
"The patients who lived here were not ordinary mental patients. Some were rational, some were mad, but they all experienced inexplicable phenomena."
"Do you know, there used to be a guy living here who called himself an observer. He claimed he could see anyone's destiny, but he never accurately predicted anyone else's." Wen Wen pointed to a rarely seen tidy room.
Zhu Haiyang frowned. "Just a delusion, surely."
"That's what I thought too, but my opinion has slightly changed later."
Wen Wen didn't elaborate, and Zhu Haiyang didn't press further.
Wen Wen was pleased with his reaction and continued to examine the cells.
"Although these people have significant flaws in certain aspects, in my opinion, they are closer to something than any ordinary person."
And closer than superpowered individuals...
Of course, Wen Wen didn't say the latter part aloud.
From the previous rooms onward, Zhu Haiyang had fallen silent. Every new room they encountered, Wen Wen would explain something, as if he were very familiar with the place.
So familiar, it was as if he were a patient confined here before!
Well, he had indeed lived here for a period of time...
Wen Wen's eloquent narration sent a chill down Zhu Haiyang's spine. If Wen Wen were merely explaining things to him, it would be one thing, but the terrifying part was that as he explained, the place became even more eerie and terrifying.
He had explored this place more than once before, but he had never felt this way. Was it because of the detective in front of him?
Also, how did he know so much information about this psychiatric hospital?
Amidst his bewilderment, they soon reached the end of the third floor. The staircase leading to the fourth level was locked by an iron door.
"It seems the exploration of this hospital ends here. Let's go back and meet up with the others." Seeing the chain, Zhu Haiyang felt almost relieved.
"Tsk, when I signed up for this group, no one told me there were places we couldn't enter."
Wen Wen looked at Zhu Haiyang with a half-smile, baring his teeth. "Isn't that right, Assistant?"