Quick Transmigration: Even Extras Want to Be Leading Actresses

Chapter 55 Escaping the Mental Hospital (4)

What happened to Shi Qi was just a minor incident; soon someone came to clean up the mess on the ground.

The prison cell returned to calm.

There is a display screen on the wall outside each room, which records various data of each person.

There are several surveillance cameras on the wall, their red lights flashing, clearly indicating they are in operation; some of them even shake their heads from time to time.

Li Xuhua and his family spent the most agonizing two weeks here.

Today, several guards came in, carrying stun guns, and dragged a disheveled woman out of Shi Qi's cell.

It was Li Zhen.

"Waaaaah, help—Mommy, Mommy!" Li Zhen cried out desperately, but Chen Fang was in no better shape.

Li Xuhua had already turned his face away, pretending not to see it.

The people in the cell remained silent; the body had been sold, but not for organ transplantation.

Donors are easy to identify.

The wealthy are particular and unwilling to use dirty donor bodies.

So even though everyone lives together, the donor needs to shower every day.

The donor's diet is also carefully planned, with everything arranged for them each day, which is quite different from the communal meals.

They underwent more tests and stayed longer.

People like Li Zhen, who were dragged out shortly after entering, seem to have been sold off to other customers because they weren't a good fit.

After all, there are only so many important people waiting for organs, and the organization can't possibly support everyone who is seriously ill.

Unequipped support personnel are consumed very quickly.

After this guest finishes using it, the organization will see if it can be recycled.

If it's usable, we'll wait for the next customer; if it's not usable, we'll pack it up and sell it to someone who's going to arrange a ghost marriage. Either way, we're making a profit.

Under such intense surveillance, it's futile to try anything.

Not everyone has the courage and luck to kill themselves; most people just stay quietly in prison and wait to die.

Perhaps Li Zhen resisted too fiercely, because the guards used stun guns to knock her unconscious.

To prevent leaving traces that could affect the integrity of the goods, the guards deliberately reduced the current.

Even so, Li Zhen rolled her eyes and became incontinent.

Two guards carried her, cursing filthyly: "If it weren't for the important guests we'd be entertaining later, I'd skin you alive."

When Li Zhen was carried into a luxury suite, Gu Shijiu was standing blankly outside the address Wang Zhi had given her, looking around.

Why do we have to climb the wall again? This wall is way too high...

It seems impossible to climb up; there's an electric fence covering the outside.

Gu Shijiu knocked on the wall. It's so thick, I wonder if I can push it open?

There's electricity, but we'll need weapons.

Oh right, don't I have a spiked club?

It's a bit rudimentary; I hope it won't break if I hit it against the wall.

But how do I get this spiked club out? Help! Before, in the cultivation space, it just popped out with a tap.

She can't access the control panel now, what should she do?

Gu Shijiu was squatting in the corner, lost in thought, unaware that someone was watching her from that spot.

Interesting. Looking at the mangled mess on the bed, the distinguished guest smiled.

He stepped out from behind the wall and spoke to Gu Shijiu: "Beautiful lady, what are you looking for?"

To be able to say such things to Gu Shijiu's scarred face is quite a feat.

"Huh, who are you?" Gu Shijiu didn't expect that someone inside would come out and talk to her.

"I'm Fujiwara Chiji, you can call me Fujiwara." The other person seemed very polite. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Gu Shijiu was impolite: "I want to go in, do you have a way to do that?"

"Of course, it's an honor."

Ha, Fujiwara almost burst out laughing in his heart. Whose idiot ran here?

Isn't this just like a lamb being led into the tiger's den?

Chinese idioms are indeed useful; Fujiwara felt proud of his erudition.

Gu Shijiu obediently followed him into the walled area.

The organization's employees looked on, somewhat puzzled: "Mr. Fujiwara—"

"Hey, the room you provided was here, but I found this one myself. Is it okay to borrow your space?"

Fujiwara pulled Gu Shijiu inside.

“But this person’s identity is unknown—” An employee next to him seemed to be asking his supervisor.

"What does it matter? No matter who it is, you should have a way to solve it, right?" Fujiwara flattered the organization.

Of course not, but this person is mentally unstable, has been burned, and runs around aimlessly.

It's clear that no one is taking care of the family.

That's fine.

After receiving instructions from his superior, the employee gestured for Fujiwara to do as he pleased, inwardly cursing.

To be interested in a burn patient like this, he really is a pervert.

However, the most common thing here is perverts, and the employees are used to it.

Fujiwara led Gu Shijiu to the room they had just been in.

There was a control panel next to the bed, on which was a mangled human body.

"Ugh, you're disgusting." Gu Shijiu frowned.

Li Zhen was injected with an appropriate amount of muscle relaxant. He could feel the pain, but not to the point of falling into a coma due to excessive pain.

He could only watch helplessly as Fujiwara slashed open his own body.

"Extreme fear releases more adrenaline for her, ah, what a wonderful feeling. Can you understand?"

Fujiwara tried to see the same fear on Gu Shijiu's face.

Unfortunately, he did not succeed.

“I don’t understand.” Gu Shijiu shook her head calmly. “But this person looks somewhat familiar to me.”

She moved closer; the smell of blood was a bit unpleasant, but she still recognized the person.

"Li Zhen—" Gu Shijiu asked, somewhat puzzled, "Why is she here?"

Fujiwara's brain almost stopped working. This lunatic, is this the point?

At the same time, Li Zhen also heard Gu Shijiu's voice.

Yes, she is not dead.

Since being sent here, she has experienced the most terrifying scenes of her life.

My heart is filled with resentment. Why her? Why her of all people? Why not someone else?

I never imagined that I would see my enemy suffer the same fate as me before I die.

Li Zhen turned his head with difficulty and saw that Gu Shijiu was indeed standing next to Fujiwara.

Ha, now she can die in peace.

Li Zhen closed his eyes and sank into endless darkness.

"She's dead?" Gu Shijiu had seen many dead people and could now easily determine whether someone was alive or dead.

"Hahaha." Perhaps it was Gu Shijiu's performance that pleased Fujiwara, for he burst into laughter.

Fujiwara reached out and pressed a button on the table, gesturing for Gu Shijiu to look at the rising display screen.

The screen is large, and the image is divided into more than a dozen sections.

The scene looks similar to the cell where Shi Qi and the others were staying, but these rooms have a lot more equipment.

There were a few more beds, on which lay people struggling desperately.

In each room, a dozen or so handcuffed people sat on the floor, staring in terror at the person on the bed.

Some of these people were undergoing surgery, but they were not given anesthesia when they were cut open.

Some were experimental subjects, their bodies filled with all sorts of strange liquids;

There was even a scene where several people were surrounding a living person, cutting flesh off his body and putting it on an oven...