But his emotions were very unstable, extremely agitated. His mouth trembled as he kept repeating, "Don't come closer! I don't know anything!"
Then his pupils rapidly contracted, and he bit his hand so hard that it nearly bled. His body shrank at the head of the bed, trembling all over. Suddenly, in a panic, he reached up and tried to gouge his own eyes out!
Ahh! Ahh!
He kept screaming and forcefully dug his eyes out right in front of us.
I wanted to stop him, but it was already too late. After gouging his eyes out, Guan Tianhan's face strangely wore an eerie smile as he said, "Without eyes, I can't see, haha, finally I'm not afraid anymore! Haha!"
He lay on the bed, blood pouring from his face, holding his gouged-out eyeballs in both hands. Many doctors and nurses rushed in, pushing us aside, shouting, "I told you to watch his emotions carefully, and now look!"
Feeling embarrassed, we tried to exit the room, but at that moment, a nurse screamed, "He's dead! He's dead!"
Hearing this, Zhao Simeng and I looked at Guan Tianhan, who looked like a dry corpse, lying straight on the bed, facing upward, covered in blood. Several doctors were pressing on his chest, but it was no use.
He had no pulse. At that moment, Zhao Simeng went straight to Guan Tianhan's side, took out a silver needle, and pierced it into his forehead. Suddenly, Guan Tianhan, who had been unresponsive, sat up!
The sight shocked everyone present, and some nearly fainted. One nurse shouted, "What's going on? Wasn't he dead?"
"He wasn't dead, I used the Song family's technique to resurrect him. Give the body to me," Zhao Simeng said.
Saying this, Zhao Simeng took out more silver needles and inserted them into Guan Tianhan's body, in his arms, legs, and even his face, making it look like he had become a hedgehog.
Many doctors and nurses withdrew, as this was our police work and they couldn't interfere.
After being pierced with many silver needles, Guan Tianhan not only sat up but also began to shake his body, repeating his movements from before. He suddenly stood up, left the room, and headed for the stairs outside. Seeing this, the psychiatric hospital staff shouted, "He's faking his death! A dead man is alive again!"
Zhao Simeng sneered, "This is just a natural response triggered by the silver needles stimulating his nerves. Soon he will start repeating the actions he did in the old Qing house!"
I was truly shocked by Zhao Simeng's technique. Having never seen such a method, I could hardly believe that she could actually bring a dead body "back to life."
When Guan Tianhan reached the stairs, he stood there in fear, as if possessed. He pointed at the stairs, then turned in terror as if he had seen something on the stairs, attempting to flee.
But we could all see that there was nothing on the stairs. A doctor asked what Guan Tianhan was doing. Zhao Simeng explained, "He thinks he's still in the old house, repeating the actions he took when he was scared."
I thought there must have been someone on the stairs when Guan Tianhan and the others saw it, which made him lose his sanity.
After a while, Guan Tianhan returned to the room as if nothing had happened, lying back down.
After this, everyone was not only frightened but also in awe of the female forensic assistant beside me. Everyone expressed that they had never seen such an impressive autopsy technique. Zhao Simeng didn't say much and asked the doctors to take her to check the other two patients who had gone mad.
We first went to find Guan Tianhan's girlfriend, Zi Qiaoxiang. With the help of the doctors, we quickly found her. She still didn't know that her boyfriend had died and was sitting quietly on the bed, looking somewhat thoughtful.
Given our previous experience, I didn't dare to be too direct. The two doctors had scolded us earlier, warning us to be cautious. They didn't want another murder case to happen in the psychiatric hospital. I said we understood.
I stood in front of Zi Qiaoxiang and said, "Hello, are you a university student?"
"I am," Zi Qiaoxiang was about to answer when she suddenly asked us, "Who are you?"
I showed my police badge. Before I could speak, Zi Qiaoxiang seemed to know it was about that incident.
She shook her head and denied, "Please don't ask me, I really don't know anything. Someone tried to force us to leave, a strange voice, but we didn't listen."
"What happened next?" I continued, as Zi Qiaoxiang seemed to be in a stable mood.
"After that, they wanted to go upstairs, but we refused and waited downstairs. At first, it was fine, but later..."
As Zi Qiaoxiang spoke, her expression became tense. She was still sitting, but then she suddenly stood up like Guan Tianhan, just as if she was imitating his actions.
We were afraid she might gouge her own eyes out like Guan Tianhan, so Zhao Simeng quickly went over, hugged her tightly, and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, we are here. We're the police, and we can help you with anything. Don't worry!"
I also hugged her, but Zi Qiaoxiang kept trembling. Her mouth shook as she muttered, "A woman burning with fire, just like in the rumors, came at us, laughing crazily. That house is really haunted, really haunted!"
Zi Qiaoxiang spoke vividly, as if she had really seen the ghost in the old house. But I knew this must have been some kind of illusion or someone impersonating the ghost.
We went upstairs and found it was empty. There was no woman. Zhao Simeng and I kept comforting Zi Qiaoxiang, and after she calmed down, we felt relieved to leave. She seemed unlikely to do anything foolish again. We comforted her for a while, and then she quietly fell asleep, just like a little girl.
I didn't know when she would return to her normal self. While we were watching her, her parents arrived. Seeing their daughter lying there so helplessly, mentally disturbed, they were both very upset and asked us how they should handle it.
I politely said, "This matter will be resolved, don't worry. You should spend more time with Zi Qiaoxiang recently. I believe she will recover soon."
"Officer, with your help, I feel much more at ease," Zi Qiaoxiang's father said as he shook my hand in gratitude.
I said it was our duty, and that they should focus on being with Zi Qiaoxiang.
Since we had already found two people, we decided to ask Qiao Tianlu as well. With the doctors' guidance, we quickly arrived at Qiao Tianlu's room. This guy seemed quite frail compared to Guan Tianhan, much smaller, standing at only 1.68 meters tall. How could someone like him, following Guan Tianhan and Zi Qiaoxiang on their adventure, not feel inferior?