Superman's Ending Manual

Fanquan's eyes wandered around, drifting in the cafeteria of the lunatic asylum.

He was chewing on the hard-to-swallow toast while thinking.

"Any electronic signal sent inside the lunatic asylum will be intercepted, so TK's contact inside the lunatic asylum cannot use electronic equipment to contact the people of the "Revolutionary Evening Bell" in the lunatic asylum. He should first get the news from TK in some way, and then report the information to the organization by some means when he leaves the lunatic asylum after get off work at night."

"So, assuming that he secretly contacts TK in the lunatic asylum every Saturday and learns the information that the other party wants to convey to the organization, the contact will only get off work on Saturday night, so when he can contact the organization, it is already Sunday, which just fits the intelligence that 'TK will contact the organization once every Sunday'."

"Today is Saturday, which happens to be the time when TK contacts the contact. You have to pay attention to the surroundings and understand how TK conveys information to the caregiver or supervisor."

Thinking of this, Fanquan silently put down the spoon, and Ke Yinzhi on the opposite side just finished eating. He ate leisurely, after all, Black Judge had no performance pressure and had plenty of time to deal with this matter. On the other hand, if Anti-Dog was a step behind Ke Yinzhi, he would only find a corpse instead of TK himself.

After the two new patients finished their breakfast, Ke Mingye continued to play the role of a competent supervisor, leading them out of the cafeteria and walking towards the entertainment facilities inside the lunatic asylum.

They visited the playground and the card room, both of which were empty.

"Then the question is, if I were TK... who would I keep in touch with, and how would I keep in touch?"

Ke Yinzhi followed the supervisor to visit the internal facilities of the lunatic asylum, while thinking about this question in his mind at the same time as Anti-Dog.

The intelligence in the hands of the two was basically the same.

The people of the Revolutionary Evening Bell captured by the Control Bureau claimed that their boss "TK" was inside the lunatic asylum, and he had never seen this boss, but fixed on Sundays every week, TK would contact the Revolutionary Evening Bell through letters;

Anti-Dog learned about this from the people on the Tengu Front.

Ke Yinzhi knew that patients in the S-level and A-level wards were strictly prohibited from having any communication with the outside world, so TK could be excluded from these two levels of wards.

Then the only areas that needed attention were B-level and C-level.

However, there were more than 300 patients in these two areas, and it was difficult to find TK among them.

B-level and C-level patients would have direct contact with nurses and supervisors once or twice a week.

But during this period, whether it was injecting inhibitors, "psychological treatment", or even bathing, the asylum would still keep the camera on, so they had almost no private communication space. Once there was any obscure contact, it would be recorded in the camera and trigger an alarm.

Therefore, it was impossible for them to convey information through direct contact.

They could only find an indirect way to convey each other's information, for example: TK wrote the content he wanted to convey on paper, hid it somewhere in the asylum, and then let the nurse or supervisor who had been in contact with him for a long time find it.

In addition to the wards, the low-level patients have the canteen, playground, card room, and library as their free time areas. It would not be wrong to start from these places.

The three of them walked around and finally came to the library of Bedlam Asylum.

On Saturday, because the library and card room needed routine cleaning, patients were strictly prohibited from entering.

So when they came to these places, they were almost empty.

In the huge library, Ke Yinzhi and Fan Quan walked around, then took a book and sat down in a corner.

Fan Quan flipped the pages of the book, thinking in his heart: "If I were that TK, what should I do to pass the information to the organization personnel without hiding it from the management."

Based on the range of the patient's activities, he guessed the following ways to pass the information:

1. Canteen.

The nurse in charge of the canteen hid the information paper in the food and gave it to TK. TK held the paper in his mouth while eating, and then took it away from the canteen and checked it in a place without surveillance cameras. After that, he wrote the message he wanted to convey on a piece of paper, and when the cafeteria opened that night, he spit the paper into the uneaten food before the nurse closed the market.

If this is the case, then the organization personnel who contacted TK were hiding inside the mental hospital disguised as a nurse.

But to be honest, it is not very realistic, because the monitors in the cafeteria are still very dense, and it is extremely difficult to make small moves. In the short term, you can try to get away with it, but it is not realistic to do so in the long term, so the problem is that TK has indeed maintained long-term contact with the organization, once a week, without interruption.

2. Playground.

There are densely packed monitors on the playground, and you can even hear the patients' voices and see every detail of their movements.

Similar to the cafeteria, it is not realistic to make any small moves on the playground, and the probability of being caught is very high.

3. Card room.

The card room will provide paper and pen to record the details of the game, and there will be gun-wielding supervisors watching them to ensure that they will not quarrel over playing cards and mess around in the card room.

Fanquan wondered if it was possible that TK would write the information on a piece of paper and put it in the card box, so that the caregiver could check every card box when cleaning the card room to find the piece of paper hidden inside.

However, each patient is only allowed to enter the card room once a month.

4. Library.

Like the card room, the library is also open to one patient once a month.

When Fan Quan came in, he took a quick look at the borrowing records and observed the people who came to borrow books every Saturday of the month.

There are not many candidates selected, and it is possible to find them here.

But there is one thing that is very strange-TK will contact the organization once a week, but the library and card room are only open to patients once a month. Whether TK passes information to his contact by putting the information in the book or hiding the information in the card box, these two methods can only be used once a month.

In this way, even if he uses both methods, there is still a gap of two or three weeks in between, which seems a bit weird.

This means that if the above conjectures are true, then even if books and cards are excluded, TK is still using several other methods to pass information at the same time.

Fan Quan was thinking, and Ke Mingye's cold voice interrupted his thoughts.

Ke Mingye asked, "Have you had enough of the tour? If you have, go back to the ward. Now is not the time for you to stay anywhere else."

"Be patient, buddy."

Ke Yinzhi held his chin with one hand, lowered his eyes, and flipped through the book carelessly.

Fanquan sat opposite him, silent, thinking about the same thing as Ke Yinzhi.

"Each book has a serial number, put them away, don't think about sneaking them back to the ward, otherwise you will be severely punished." Ke Mingye said to Ke Yinzhi, "It was already a special case to allow you to bring one book back to the ward, but you can't bring more than one."

Ke Yinzhi looked down at the book and responded disapprovingly.

"Haha, is it necessary to be so... mean? I'm a patient, not a prisoner."

"Don't think I don't know where you come from." Ke Mingye said, "You are called patients, but in fact you are criminals who use mental illness to cover up yourselves. The government doesn't know how to deal with you guys who pretend to be crazy, so they send you all to the mental hospital."

He thought to himself: Being an overseer, cool! Only when I cosplay a mean overseer in this ghost place can I have the opportunity to say such words to my brother in such a condescending and bossy manner.

Of course, this also requires Ke Yinzhi's cooperation-if Ke Yinzhi suddenly doesn't want to pretend anymore and directly reveals his identity, then it wouldn't be too much for Ke Mingye, a little overseer, to kowtow to him twice.

"Whatever you think." Ke Yinzhi said with a smile.

While talking, a tall and thin figure suddenly opened the door of the library with a key with a "click" sound, and walked in from the slightly bright dark blue sky.

Ke Yinzhi and Fanquan both raised their eyebrows and looked up at the same time. They saw that the newcomer had sparse gray hair, a hunched back, and a gloomy temperament. He was wearing a hospital gown and single-sided reading glasses. The hospital gown on this person was different from that of other patients. The difference was that he wore two badges on his chest, one with a book and the other with a card.

The moment Ke Mingye turned his head to look at this person, his superhuman faceplate popped up.

[Codename: Memory Monster]

[Name: Francis]

[Danger rating: E-level]

[Introduction: Francis is a superpower. His superpower allows him to remember everything, but the corresponding side effects make him unable to remember people's faces and names, which makes him unable to survive in society and become a marginal figure. After failing to find a suitable job many times (some people also claim that he did something bad and took the initiative to enter the insane asylum), he was sent to Bedlam Insane Asylum by the government and lived in the insane for decades. 】

Seeing this, Ke Yinzhi stared at Francis, the memory freak, for a long time, then slowly turned his head and asked Ke Mingye: "Mr. Supervisor, didn't you say that the card room and library need to be routinely cleaned on Saturdays, so patients are strictly prohibited from entering?"

"His situation is quite special."

Having said that, Ke Mingye paused and glanced at the message sent by Cai Bing on the panel, focusing on a temporary make-up lesson.

[Cai Bing: This patient named "Francis" was selected to be the administrator of the library and card room because of his good performance in more than ten years. He can enter the library and card room at will during the break. 】

Ke Mingye said as he looked at it: "This patient is called Francis. Because of his good performance, he is the librarian and card room administrator of the hospital. He can use the key to enter and exit these two places at will during the break."

"So that's it..."

Ke Yinzhi was thoughtful.

In the sight of the three people, Francis lowered his head slightly, like a walking corpse, and walked to the No. 1 bookshelf on the left side of the last row without a sound.

He muttered a string of numbers and began to arrange the books on the bookshelf. There were 24 books on the bookshelf, arranged in three rows, 8 books in each row.

Fanquan silently observed Francis with the corner of his eye; Ke Yinzhi propped up his chin and observed him openly from the side, with curiosity in his clear eyes.

"What is he doing?"

After a while, Fanquan couldn't help asking.

"Mr. Supervisor, what is he doing?"

Ke Yinzhi spoke almost at the same time as him, and the questions he asked were almost the same.

"You can ask him yourself." Ke Mingye adjusted the brim of his hat and answered in a cold tone, "I'm not interested in what mental patients like to do."

Hearing this, Fan Quan and Ke Yinzhi looked at each other, then stood up from the table where people sat and read, and walked slowly behind Francis.

Francis seemed to be unconscious, and was mumbling something as well, arranging the 24 books on the No. 1 library shelf.

Fan Quan and Ke Yinzhi stood side by side against the wall of the library.

The two of them quietly observed the memory weirdo from behind.

Francis's lips moved slightly, and he muttered a series of vague numbers, quietly arranging the books on the No. 1 library shelf in his hand.

Seeing that both Ke Yinzhi and Fan Quan were observing very attentively, as if they didn't want to miss any important clues, Ke Mingye suddenly felt that he was being squeezed out, so he sighed and sent a message to Fan Quan.

[Failed Man: How about it, intellectual man, do you have any clue? 】

[Anti-Dog: I have a lot of guesses, but there are so many that I don’t know where to start. After all, we still don’t know anything about that TK. But... now there is. 】

[Failed Man: What is there? 】

[Anti-dog: This patient who works as a librarian is a bit strange. 】

[Failed Man: You don’t want to tell me that this bald guy is the “TK” that you and my brother are looking for, right? 】

[Anti-dog: No, if TK cooperates with him, then many things will make sense. 】

[Failed Man: Come on, try to find the leader of the Revolutionary Evening Bell before he is killed by my brother, and you are in a race with the King of Hell. 】

"Mr. Francis, what are you doing?" Ke Yinzhi looked at it for a while, and finally couldn't help but ask Francis in a curious tone.

"Play a game."

"What game?"

"There was a man, a patient. He gave me an order to arrange the books in the library and the cards in the card room." Francis said hoarsely. "If I win, I can prove to him that I "My memory is very good. We play this game a lot, and we are very good friends."

Ke Yinzhi raised his eyebrows slightly.

He thought: "If this is the case, it can explain why the card room and library are only open once a month, but TK is able to communicate with the contact person in the hospital every week."

Similarly, there was a trace of surprise in Anti-Hound's eyes, but he tried to remain calm as possible.

Anti-dog said: "It sounds really interesting. Can we also join this 'game'?"

"No, this is a game between the two of us." Francis said slowly.

Ke Yinzhi asked: "Then who is the person playing this game with you?"

"I...I don't know."

Francis lowered his head, looking focused, and spoke intermittently, "I can remember everything, but I can't remember the name or the person's appearance. It's just that we have been playing this game for a long time, and he... is my only one." friend."

Both Ke Yinzhi and Fan Quan were silent for a while.

Ke Mingye hugged his shoulders and said coldly: "Francis can't remember faces or names, so he is ostracized by society. He is different from criminals like you."

"I see..." Ke Yinzhi paused, "Mr. Supervisor, you said before that every book has a serial number."

"Yes. You can check it in the book at the front desk and get it yourself." Ke Mingye pointed to the table at the front desk.

Hearing this, Fan Quan replaced Ke Yinzhi, walked over in two steps, took the book on the front desk, and then looked through it with Ke Yinzhi.

"Thank you." Ke Yinzhi said.

"You're welcome." Anti-Dog said, "I'm just curious about what kind of 'game' he is playing."

"It seems that we are all the same, very curious and eager to learn."

Ke Yinzhi teased while looking at the book serial numbers on the notebook, and then glanced at the twenty-four books that Francis had rearranged.

Corresponding to the data on the notebook, he quickly discovered that the serial numbers of the 24 books on the No. 1 bookshelf happened to be 01 to 024.

Soon, after rearranging the 24 books on shelf No. 1, Francis left the library and walked towards the card room next door.

Ke Yinzhi and Fan Quan followed behind.

"Have you remembered the order in which these 24 books are arranged?" Ke Yinzhi asked abruptly.

"I also remembered the serial number." Anti-Dog said bluntly.

"Oh, me too."

The two watched Francis open the card room with the key and came to the cabinet with the card box.

At a glance, there are probably thousands of decks of playing cards here, and they are arranged in an orderly manner. Each deck of playing cards is also marked with serial numbers such as 001 and 002. They are placed strictly in the order of the serial numbers from left to right and top to bottom.

I saw Francis just like before, muttering something in his mouth, taking apart a deck of playing cards and rearranging the cards inside.

Then shortly after, he put each card back and put the playing card box back on the cabinet.

"So, what kind of game do you think he is playing?" Ke Yinzhi put his hand on his chin.

Anti-dog thought for a while and said, "The books he just arranged in the library, do they correspond to the cards in the card room?"

Ke Yinzhi said: "I think it is possible. The serial numbers of the 25 books he just arranged, from left to right and top to bottom, are serial number 02, serial number 05, serial number 09..."

Mumbling in his mouth, Ke Yinzhi reached out his hand and found the playing card box with the corresponding serial number from the cabinet.

"Could the order in which the books are placed be the order in which the cards are taken out..." Fanquan thought silently.

Ke Yinzhi said: "He arranged the cards in the box, perhaps he was conveying some kind of information by the order of the playing cards?"

Fanquan asked: "Then what do you think the information might be?"

"You'll know after you read it."

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