Three Towers Game

Wen Xishu said:

"Why are you convinced something happened to him?"

The others were all shocked because in their memory, the patient in 4-2 only made "fufu" sounds, imagining himself to be an airplane.

Sometimes a raptor, sometimes an F-22, sometimes a Boeing 747, sometimes a helicopter.

Seeing everyone’s eyes on him, Wen Xishu patiently explained:

"Hello, everyone, I am... Wen Xishu. Considering everyone is used to calling me ’Airplane,’ you can call me Ah Fei."

"I’m better now, my head isn’t full of airplanes anymore. I know it’s hard for you to believe, but it doesn’t matter. You can think of me as temporarily lucid. Before you leave this building to look for Ding Dong, I want to ask, why do you think Ding Dong is dead?"

Based on the initial goodwill of his role, Wen Xishu chose to ask directly. They were all patients on this floor, so there was nothing to hide.

Though surprised by the sudden change in ’Airplane’s’ demeanor, Mo Yuan still said:

"Airplane, that door... whenever someone leaves this floor, the door writes ’Angelica.’ If everyone returns, or if the person who left encounters misfortune outside, the word on the door changes to ’Restricted.’"

Mo Yuan’s nails were a bit long. She hugged herself lonely, with her nails digging into her flesh. Tilting her head, she said with a sob:

"Every day I aim the mirror at the door, just to see the words change."