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Execute Torion Although this is a weak version, I'm even leaning towards the idea that he could be a guard. But in any case, he's not a doctor, since Nayra voted for him.
By the way, Eddie, you forgot your Sudoku collection at my place. Maybe you can come by and pick it up, otherwise I'll solve them all =\ It would be awkward.
I decided to check the old wing more thoroughly. Piles of trash, riddled chairs, broken beds. I was already about to head back when I heard hurried footsteps in the corridor. Not that I wanted to explain what I was doing there, so I quickly (and as silently as I could) retreated into an adjacent room and pressed myself against the doorframe.
Thorium strode past me, the hems of his robe fluttering. He turned into one of the rooms; I heard the thud of a closing door. Moving cautiously in that direction, I saw a room with a closed door in the back wall. Obviously, he could only be in there. Going further was risky, but damn it, I'm not paid to sit quietly in corners, so I carefully approached the door. I love these old doors with huge keyholes—I would likely have failed to open it silently.
Peering through the hole, I saw a well-equipped room with shelves filled with papers and a strange construction in the middle. It most resembled a mix of an electric chair and a medieval torture device.
Thorium was fussing over this piece of devilry, hastily unscrewing its parts. Damn, he was dismantling it!
I silently retreated from the door, carefully stepped into the corridor and bolted for the main building as fast as I could. Fortunately, dinner had just ended and almost all the staff were in one place. I didn't have to explain much—almost all the asylum inhabitants who were sane (at least on paper) rushed after me.
When we burst through the door, Thorium had already disassembled half of his hellish machine. At the sight of us, he froze, turning pale and remaining motionless. - So you've returned to your old ways, Doctor, - I heard one of the physicians say, - our country's laws are no obstacle for you, are they? Apparently, you will have to learn them more firmly; you'll have many years ahead of you for that. And while the police are out of reach, you can begin serving your sentence in the solitary cell for the violent—and God knows, I would gladly lock you in your own chair.
Solitary... padded walls, no windows, no unnecessary furniture. I hope the doctor enjoys sitting there. It's his luck that the iron door of the solitary cell cannot be broken down... I think many patients would gladly talk to him about treatment methods.
Lucky, very lucky. While the main building was buzzing like a hive due to the capture of the esteemed doctor, I managed to rummage through the shelves I had noticed in his room. I found records of treatments and patient files, many files. Finding Laura's file among them, if it even exists… hmm, doesn't seem too easy, but I doubt fairies will fly in and offer to sort everything out for me, so there's no choice. It took me all night to sort through the papers, but I finally found what I was looking for. It was already dawn, and I could be missed at any moment, so I tucked the file into my jeans pocket under my robe and headed to the main building. Looks like I missed the most interesting part.
In the middle of the night, a wounded man was found in the park. Someone attacked him and bit into his throat. With their teeth! Damn, I must be dreaming. This pit bull in human form literally tore a piece out of his throat, and now they are fighting for his life in the intensive care unit. As my lovely nurse whispered to me, the poor guy probably has less than a day to live. I wandered around the park near the place where the attack occurred, but it was already trampled. However, in the mud, I found a ribbon – but it's unknown if it was simply dropped by one of the nurses.
I put it in my pocket and went to the cafeteria. WisTrit looked sleepy, like an owl awakened at noon, and could barely speak. Gil4 sat in thoughtful silence, from which he was not roused even by the story of the terrible incident in the park.
Having made my usual raid to the duty nurse's table, I saw the note: “Thorium is stable, WhiteLizard is not aggressive”, and this time she asked me to take out the trash – few people wanted to go to the park this morning. I quickly glanced at the notes I found in the bin:
1. My children, I will be busy today, Gilford and I had a very nice conversation, but we didn't have time to tell each other everything, so I will go to him again. If you want to talk to me, come during the day or wait your turn. Your Peter Fisher.
2. This is your last chance. Either we "be friends" or blood will be shed. Your blood... Vissy is aggressive and cruel. You know what to do."
3. Thorium is stable, Lizard is not aggressive. Today I am checking WisTrit. Misha is checking Gil. If you don't find anything on the surgeon, I advise you to execute Hostor, because the note from the priest is probably true - he was really protecting Gil. In general, I wouldn't advise trusting Gil... if he's crazy, he will come up with excuses for the "surgeon" just so that Hostor is not executed. Anyka
In the middle of the night, an injured man was found in the park. Someone attacked him and bit into his throat. With their teeth! Damn, I must be dreaming. This pit bull in human form literally tore a chunk out of his throat, and now they're fighting for his life in the ICU. As my lovely nurse whispered to me, the poor guy probably won't live for more than a day.
Beno bit someone.
But in general, what can be done today? Look for clues, or execute the obvious psycho.
Are you kidding me? Are we just going to keep eliminating doctors? It's possible that some crazies attacked the doctor-killer during the night, and it's possible that it was VisTrit. There are still four crazies. Execute Xostor.
Are you kidding me? Are we just going to keep eliminating doctors? It's possible that the psychotics attacked the doctor-killer at night, and it's possible that it was VisTrit. There are still four psychotics. Execute Xostor.
Are you kidding me? Do you have such a high opinion of the psychotics that you think they used their acute hebephrenic state on the person they provided for the daytime purge? Lol. Yes, let's continue eliminating doctors; that's the whole point. The agreement hasn't been broken yet, and the note clearly states that if you don't come to your senses, you'll be wiped out, and the city will lose. Or do you want to take advantage of the fact that the psychotics have created the conditions for our victory and so unceremoniously say goodbye by hanging one of them?
Even if we fight, even if there’s such thing I will not give up Just like this, I won't let go Strongly grasping your right hand’s warmth I’ll be here
It would be better to start by solving the clues on Beno, because they will definitely use abulia later.
While we are solving the clues, it will be the same as yesterday: "There won't be enough votes for Hostor anyway, let's execute VisTrit."
For now, the agreement has not been broken, and the note clearly states that if you don't come to your senses, you will be killed, and the city will lose.
There was no agreement between the city and the mentally ill; how many times do I have to repeat that? Only you wanted it. One player. No more, no less.
Added 2 minutes later By the way, what's the point of searching for clues on Beno? The execution will be thwarted anyway.
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