"This hospital definitely had a problem," Schiller said, voicing his speculation. "Even during the Black Death in the Middle Ages, there was no rule forbidding doctors from leaving the ward. But clearly, neither of us can get out."
"Besides, under normal circumstances, there would be no need for a normal hospital to completely separate the Triage Room from the wards and use a Metal Passage to transport patients. Not only would construction costs be high, but it would also be far too easy to cause secondary injuries. It was completely unnecessary."
"Do you remember who the nurse said put the patient in there?" Strange asked.
"Wood. And it sounded like he was some kind of wooden person." Schiller pieced the previous clues together. "If the one guarding the Triage Room upstairs was a wooden person, then the blood stuck to the cloth Mr. Raven threw over earlier couldn't have belonged to Wood. It was either his own blood or someone else's."
"You previously guessed that Mr. Raven took out the gatekeeper, but if that Raven Person that day was Mr. Raven, then the truth was probably the exact opposite."
"But if that was the case, who sent us the newspaper? Wood?"
Strange walked over and sat by the fireplace. After thinking for a moment, he said, "My guess is this—Mr. Raven wanted to break into the Triage Room, but Wood stopped him and injured him. During the fight, Mr. Raven threw the cloth through the passage, then escaped afterward."
"After we threw the copper coin into the passage, Wood might have gone to pick it up. Since Mr. Raven could control ravens to deliver newspapers to us, he could naturally use those birds to perch outside the Triage Room and watch Wood."
"As soon as he saw Wood pick up