A car slowly stopped at the entrance of the mental hospital.
The last light of the sun has faded into the sky, and night is approaching.
A young man in a FedEx uniform got out of the car and rang the doorbell.
"Hi FedEx, there is Mr. Rooney's mail." The young man's face was hidden in the shadows, and he couldn't see clearly in the dim environment.
Soon, the door of the hospital opened, and a young female nurse walked out quickly.
"Dr. Rooney is busy, let me sign for him."
"Please show your ID, I need to register." The young man replied formulaically.
"OK."
The female nurse lowered her head to search for her documents, and when she looked up, she couldn't help but glance at the staff in front of her.
"It's rare to see such a handsome courier..."
"Please be sure to hand over the mail to Mr. Rooney." The young man urged, with a gentle voice, making people subconsciously want to obey.
After speaking, he took the receipt, turned around and got into the car.
Watching the car go away, the female nurse closed the door and walked quickly back to the hospital. After a while, she came to the door again. This time she opened the door directly to let a car drive into the hospital.
"Where's Dr. Rooney? Take me to him," said Henrik.
"Please follow me, both of you."
Following the elevator all the way down, Henrik and Roger came to Rooney's office not long after.
"What's going on?" Henrik asked impatiently.
"Not long after you left, Hannum suddenly had a reaction. His body was shaking violently, and he seemed to be struggling to sit up."
Rooney said as he walked, and soon brought Henrik and Roger to the door of Hunnam's ward again.
In the room, Hannum's body was still shaking, and he wore a special mask on his mouth.
"Many patients often bite off their tongues in this crazy situation..." Rooney explained.
"You didn't give him medicine, did you?"
Henrik asked.
If Rooney gave Hannam a tranquilizer or something, they would have no clue tonight.
"No."
As if aware of someone coming in, Hannum's shaking suddenly increased, his eyes were wide open, and the pupils were filled with endless fear.
"You mentioned on the phone just now that he spoke."
"What did he say?"
Roger asked suddenly.
Rooney shook his head, "Forget it, it's just some nonsense, maybe this is not a sign of improvement, but a sign of a worsening condition."
When he said this, Rooney's face faintly flashed with pleasure.
Although he hated Hunnam to the bone, but in the face of a living dead, he had nowhere to vent his anger. At this moment, Hunnam reacted, but he suddenly became happy.
"What did he say?"
Henrik asked, with some majesty in his tone.
"I didn't hear it very clearly, and I don't know if there is something wrong with his head. He just kept repeating one sentence."
"It's not me...it's Hunnum!"
Henrik and Roger were taken aback.
"This is not nonsense, maybe he wanted to say a complete sentence, but in the end he only spits out these few syllables..."
Rooney was still talking to himself, but Roger and Henrik knew that things were definitely not that simple.
"You go out first, leave this place to us!" Henrik ordered.
Rooney obviously hesitated, but seeing the determination on Henrik's face, he could only nod his head, "Okay, I just remembered that I just arrived in a courier, it's a medical record, I can just check it out."
Rooney found an excuse for himself, closed the door and left.
"It's not me... It seems that the tragedy at the manor a few months ago really has something to do with that Gilmore!"
Roger frowned.
"But why does he say ... it's Hunnam?"
"Is it really like Rooney said just now?"
Roger suddenly thought of a possibility, "Could this guy not be the real Hunnam!"
"Is there some special method in the extraordinary domain that can completely disguise a person as another person!?"
Henrik nodded, "Such means do exist...but the conditions required are very harsh, and it is difficult to achieve under normal circumstances."
"Compared to that, it is obviously more convenient to directly spend a lot of money on plastic surgery."
Henrik stepped forward, "Untie him, let's see if we can communicate with him."
Roger undid the leather buckle on Hunnam's body and took off the mask on his face at the same time.
"Uh...uh..."
Hannum was drooling, looking at Roger with infinite prayers, he opened his mouth wide and stammered, "No...not...me!"
"It's... Hunnam!"
When he said the name, infinite fear appeared in his eyes.
"It would be great if there was a real psychic here. At least it can help him cleanse his mind, make him peaceful and calm."
Henrik took out a thumb-sized brown bottle, uncorked it, and brought the mouth of the bottle close to Hunnam's nostril.
After taking two deep breaths, Hunnam's mood seemed to have stabilized a lot, but he still couldn't control his body, and just said a sentence repeatedly.
"What did you smell him?"
"A little potion to calm soul and blood."
Henrik sighed, "The effect of the medicine is limited, this guy's condition is very wrong, someone performed a ritual on him, it looks like some kind of voodoo! I don't know much about this aspect. If we find a professional, maybe we can solve this state of his body and get the information we want."
"Let's go, let's get out of here first, I'll make a call and see if I can get some support." Henrik stretched out his hand and planned to tie Hannam up.
But at this moment, Roger suddenly spoke.
"Wait a minute."
"I might have a way."
"You?" Henrik was taken aback for a moment.
Roger took a step closer to Hunnam, bent down, and looked into Hunnam's eyes.
"Calm down, I'll ask you an answer, and if you're sure, send a response."
"Ah..."
A short note came from Hannam's throat.
"Very well, it seems that you are indeed sane, but you can't control your body, right?"
Ah...
Hannum continued to respond.
After getting the answer he wanted, Roger took out a metal test tube the thickness of a thumb.
"What's this?"
"A bit of inheritance from the family, but this thing should be able to temporarily solve his abnormal state."
"As long as we drink it, we may be able to learn the truth from this guy."
"Does it have any side effects?"
Henrik asked cautiously.
"It won't be worse than his current state..."
Roger thought about it carefully, and the side effects of drinking the Concentration Potion seemed to be very similar to Hannam's current situation.
"Okay, give him a drink!"
Henrik made up his mind quickly.
Open the stopper and pour the cold liquid into your mouth.
Only after more than ten seconds, Hunnam's body stopped shaking suddenly, and then he sat up suddenly from the bed!
"I didn't do it! Hannam killed everyone!"
"I'm just an equestrian instructor, I don't know anything!"
Roger was taken aback. He and Henrik looked at each other, and couldn't help but blurt out:
"You're Gilmore?!"