Unlike the West Building, where there was always fun to be had with mental patients, the East Building looked almost completely deserted. The three of them walked around the guest room, but didn't encounter a single person. All they found were locked doors lining both sides of the corridors.
"So I still can't figure it out."
Halfway there, Chitanda finally couldn't hold back any longer.
"Who exactly is the lunatic? Who's the doctor? Which side's story is correct?"
"Generally speaking, hospitals should have records of both doctors and patients, right? If we find the records, won't we be able to confirm who's lying?"
Ya Naijian offered her own opinion.
Duanmu Huai, however, looked completely uninterested.
"What difference would confirming that make? Suppose those locked-up patients really are the doctors of this hospital. Do you think we can charge in and release them all?"
"What about calling the police?"
"Do you think they'll give you the chance to make a call?"
"That's true..."
There were no cell phones in this era. Everyone used landlines, so as long as the telephone line was cut, there would be no way to contact the outside world.
"Knock knock, knock knock."
Just then, a door beside them suddenly began knocking, startling all three of them. They turned toward it and stared at the door, but whoever was inside only knocked twice before falling silent again. Then the three of them saw a piece of paper being pushed through the gap beneath the door.
A piece of paper?
Duanmu Huai walked over and picked it up. A sentence was written on it.
Who are you?
Please write your answer on the paper in pencil.
Only then did they notice a thinly sharpened pencil lying beside the paper. The three exchanged glances, then Chitanda stepped forward.
"I'll