Cheng Xiaoyu held candy in his mouth and led the way in a goose-stepping manner, with a twist and a funny sense of a child pretending to be an adult.
Sun Dekuan followed Cheng Xiaoyu with his eyes wide open.
After seeing Qisi’s endless operations these days, he has given up on searching for the root cause and plans to just lie down quietly and be a salted fish.
Qisi stopped by the kitchen and added some tadpoles to the sugar bowl before leisurely falling to the end of the line.
A child who is obviously not human, a fat man who is absent-minded, and a gentle and harmless young man, it is a strange combination no matter how you look at it.
Two people and one ghost walked through the corridors. The doors of the operating rooms and wards on both sides of the corridors were tightly closed as always, and the radios played clichéd slogans upside down.
The cracks in the wall echoed softly and loudly, with frogs croaking loudly and forcefully from every corner. It was like an hallucination, hard to trace and unable to escape.
The further we walked, the croaking of frogs and the sound of broadcasts became lighter. There was a faint smell of blood in the air, covered by a strong rancid smell. The crowding and pungent smell made people feel noisy. feel.
Qisi lowered his eyes and saw that the originally gray-white floor had been covered with a shallow layer of blood at some point. The light pink color looked like newly peeled human skin.
This is undoubtedly a new road. If he has walked on it before, he will not be without any impression.
The scene that had remained unchanged for the past three days had changed today. I wonder if it was because of the deal with Cheng Xiaoyu.
However, for players who are in urgent need of collecting new clues, although it is dangerous, it is not entirely a bad thing.
Cheng Xiaoyu still maintained a steady pace that was neither fast nor slow.
The blood on the ground splashed when he stepped on it, and after it hit the ground, it rippled like a shallow lake soaked in blood-red paint.
Sun Dekuan and Qisi walked in tandem, dragging their feet to break the blood.
The further he walked, the deeper his feet sank. From the soles of the feet to the insteps and ankles, they were all sucked and licked by the thick and cold liquid.
"Here we are, the office is ahead." Cheng Xiaoyu suddenly stopped and raised his finger to point to a dark door in front of him.
This door is only slightly smaller than the door at the top of the stairs. Looking in from the outside, there is no glimmer of light, and there is no way to know what is hidden in the darkness.
There was a faint cold wind blowing out of the doorway, with a hint of chill, curling up and blowing on the backs of the necks of the two people outside the door.
"Thank you, Xiaoyu." Qisi showed a fake smile, took two pieces of candy from his backpack, and threw them to Cheng Xiaoyu.
Cheng Xiaoyu took the candy, stuffed it into his mouth without looking at it, and started chewing it.
The sound of his chewing and swallowing could be clearly heard in the silence, which combined with his dark eyes made it a bit weird.
Qisi bypassed Sun Dekuan, walked to the front, and stared at the doorway.
Sun Dekuan was brought back to his mind by the wind stirred up while walking around. He looked at the doorway in front of him and at Cheng Xiaoyu beside him. His fat face was so white that he said, "I didn't say that you really have to enter this place." "Hei Gulongdong, won't he open the door to kill you?"
He thought Qisi wouldn't answer, but the young man turned his head to look at him and nodded seriously: "What you said makes sense, here. It doesn’t even turn on the light, it looks strange, I’m afraid it’s a trap.”
"That's the truth!" Sun Dekuan responded hurriedly, "There is no sound at all. It doesn't look like a place where people live. It's weirder than the morgue..."
While he was speaking, Qisi had already left. Come to his side.
He had doubts, but he still stiffened his neck and actively expressed his opinion: "Why don't we bring Lu Zimo over first? It's better to have one more person to take care of each other..."
" Let's wait until tomorrow." Qisi said lightly and put his hand on Sun Dekuan's shoulder.
“Forget about tomorrow, it’s better to hit the sun than to choose another day. Today...ah!”
Sun Dekuan suddenly felt the hand on his shoulder push forward suddenly, and at the same time, a foot kicked his butt hard.
His lower body was unstable, and he fell forward. His waving arms could not stop the falling process, and his body fell straight into the dark doorway.
Qisi waited outside the door for a while and heard Sun Dekuan whispering curses inside. He was quite energetic and did not look like he had encountered a ghost.
From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Cheng Xiaoyu who was concentrating on tasting the candy. There was no unnecessary emotion on the latter's face.
“You are ‘playing the dean’ now, why don’t you go in together?” Qis asked with interest.
Cheng Xiaoyu shook his head: "Dad doesn't like me casually entering his office. If he finds out, he won't give me candy."
Qisi clearly remembers that yesterday he used the contract to ask Cheng Xiaoyu to sign an entry and exit. Permit, the latter disappeared for a while and returned with four access permits.
He asked casually about the origin, and Cheng Xiaoyu told him openly that he went to the office and stole the blueprint.
The rule "I don't like Cheng Xiaoyu entering the office casually" was most likely added by the dean after he became aware of yesterday's incident.
It seems that the boundaries of the hospital are quite flexible.
Qisi looked down at Cheng Xiaoyu and asked with a smile: "Since your father doesn't like you entering his office, he probably doesn't want others to enter rashly. Why didn't you tell your uncle before?"
Cheng Xiaoyu licked it He licked his lips and grinned his sharp white teeth: "Uncle didn't ask me, why should I tell him?"
This naughty kid had finished eating the candy and made up his mind not to buy it.
Qisi smiled, said no more, and stepped into the doorway.
The old and decaying smell hit my face, and my body seemed to be soaked in soft invisible things for a moment, or squeezed through the gap of a certain barrier to go to another world.
Darkness enveloped the whole body, and in a few seconds it took on color. The faint light shone brightly above the head, and the objects in the scene were clearly visible.
This is a dimly lit small room with a huge mahogany desk in the middle. The desktop is filled with documents and miscellaneous items.
The huge bookcase covered the window, and all kinds of books were densely packed into the wooden compartments, most of which were covered with ashes.
Qisi glanced at it and did not see the title or cover pattern of the book. He could only see the difference in the color of the book cover.
A yellowed photo hangs on the wall next to the bookcase. It shows a young couple in white coats holding a little boy. The three of them looked at the camera and smiled sweetly.
Sun Dekuan had already swallowed the curse on his lips the moment Qisi entered the door, looking like he was working hard without complaint.
He stood up holding his waist, his eyes following Qisi's rhythm.
Looking at the photo with Qisi for a while, Sun Dekuan suddenly raised his hand, pointed at the portrait in the photo and said: "Hey, is this woman the pregnant ghost who led the group in the corridor at night?"< br>
"This kid looks familiar. Isn't he Cheng Xiaoyu? I also have an impression of this man. I seem to have seen it on a poster. He is the dean..."
"Oh, I Go, this hospital is a mom-and-pop shop!" Qisi walked over, reached out and took the photo off the wall, and turned it to the back.
On the yellowing background, three names are written in neat handwriting——
[Cheng Ping, Xu Qing, Cheng Xiaoyu]
The situation is already clear. , Dean Cheng Ping, pregnant ghost Xu Qing and Cheng Xiaoyu are a family of three. Among them, Xu Qing is most likely a doctor in this hospital just like the president.
I just don’t know how Xu Qing turned into a ghost smoothly, and why she wanders the corridors of the hospital every night as a strange kind.
As the actual controller of the hospital, what is Cheng Ping's attitude towards her situation?
The edge of the photo in my hand suddenly became damp, and strands of blood seeped out from between the pages, bringing a deep chill.
The eyes of the three people in the photo became vicious and resentful, and their dark eyes stared straight ahead with a ghostly look, as if they were looking at the humans outside the photo across time and space.
Qisi hung the photo back to its original place and stepped back a few steps before the chill subsided a little.
He returned to his desk and flipped through the documents on it casually.
Sun Dekuan didn't notice anything strange about the photo. Seeing Qisi's movement, Sun Dekuan hurriedly walked to the pile of documents.
He is scared, but he also knows the importance of key clues, ranging from the performance of relationships to determining who lives and who dies when a crisis strikes.
The guaranteed death toll mechanism has always existed. When encountering a group destruction situation and selecting survivors, it is not all about character and face. The probability of passing the level and the degree of exploration are also part of the examination.
After all, the dungeon needs to find out a logical survival path from the player’s known information, and design the most convenient NE clearance plan.
For example, you must at least know that you can pass the level by eating ginseng fruit, so that the dungeon can deliver the ginseng fruit to you. Otherwise, even if you see it, it will be in vain. You can’t expect the system to refresh a detailed instruction manual for you. Come out——Weird Games still want to lose face?
To sum up, it is safer to hold a copy of the clues in your own hands. The opportunity is right in front of you. No matter how timid you are, you have to bite the bullet in order to survive.
"Brother Cheng, how do we divide up so many documents?" Sun Dekuan poked his head behind Qisi.
"Let's divide the work. I'll look at these documents on the table while you search other places." Qisi raised his eyelids and glanced at Sun Dekuan, his tone was calm, "I'm a college student. I often read papers and read Documentation and grasping the key points are faster. "
There is nothing wrong with this, it makes sense. Sun Dekuan hesitated for two seconds, and finally retreated to the corner of the room and began to investigate carefully.
Chis opened the drawer of his desk and put all the pages with writing inside on the table.
For some unknown reason, the writing on most of the pages was blurry, as if it had been carefully daubed with a mosaic. No matter how carefully you identified it, it was just a bunch of black and gray patches.
Chisi patiently sorted the pages into categories and picked out those with clear handwriting. The amount of reading tasks was cut by half in an instant.
The most eye-catching document is a document, which basically states that a certain county has given birth to too many children in the past year. In order to express its determination to make corrections, it must ensure that no baby is born in the next three months.
There is a letter attached to the file, which is addressed to Cheng Ping personally:
[Xiao Cheng, I know that you and Xu Qing have always wanted a child, and Xu Qing also spent a lot of time. It took a lot of hard work to get pregnant. But who said this was the wrong time? 】
[You have to set an example, and then they will be willing to bite the bullet and follow suit. There will always be children, but this population issue is a major event related to our entire county...]
This letter is both emotional and rational. From the surgery confirmation form at the back It can be seen that Cheng Ping has already made his choice.
Following it is a piece of lined paper with rough edges. The writing on it is messy and scrawled, but you can make out the outline.
This is a page of the diary:
[Xu Qing understands me very well and actively expressed her willingness to abort the child to set an example for others. 】
[She acted as if she didn’t care about the child, but I clearly remember that when she was just pregnant, she was talking to me about what kind of name she wanted to give the child. The nickname would be "Xiaoyu", which sounds like "Xiao Yu"...]
[She did it all for me, I swear, I will treat her well in this life. 】
A death notice was stuck to the back of the diary, which coldly stated the ending of the story -
Xu Qing died of massive bleeding during the operation.
Cheng Ping wrote in his diary:
[I have nothing left, no wife, no children. What’s the point of me being the dean? 】
"So, you stopped being a human being and started running a ghost land and collecting corpses?" Qisi clicked his tongue, put down all the writing paper in his hand, and looked up at the photos on the wall.
According to the plot described in the diary, Xu Qing died on the operating table, and Cheng Xiaoyu was aborted before she was born. What happened to the Cheng Xiaoyu who looked like seven or eight years old when she met outside? ?
How come there is a group photo of a family of three neatly arranged?
"Well, maybe he misses his wife and children too much, so he creates imaginary phantoms in his dreams..." Qisi said to himself with empty eyes.
Sun Dekuan behind him suddenly exclaimed.
Qisi looked back and saw a square secret door inlaid on the wall in front of Sun Dekuan, which had been opened, revealing an opening like a drainage hole.
Brightly colored blood gurgled out from inside, growing in all directions on the ground like branches, forming a large pool of blood in a short period of time.
This is like a passage.
Having not found a passage at the bottom of the pond, Qiss could not help but pay more attention to things like hole entrances.
As Sun Dekuan stepped back toward the door he came from, he walked straight to the secret door, lowered his head and looked inside.
The narrow hole is not cramped. A lamp is lit in the center of a fairly spacious dark room, and the dim yellow light faintly covers the dense white shadows around it.
A strong putrid smell filled the nostrils. Those white figures were undoubtedly human corpses. They had been piled up for an unknown period of time before they became decomposed to this extent.
Blood flowed out from under the corpse. Green pus mixed with bright red condensation, painting the scene in front of him with a bright glaze.
Thick, disgusting, complicated... It is not difficult to think of medieval oil paintings, but the object depicted has become some kind of cult ritual.
"These corpses won't be refreshed at six o'clock?" Qiss thought with a sense of humor, stepping back step by step on tiptoes.
Just now, he noticed that the corpses closest to the holes were squirming, and even struggled to reach out to him with half-rotten arms.
He pretended to be unaware, suppressed the sound of footsteps and backed out of the edge of the pool of blood, turned around the moment his steps hit the ground, and ran towards the door.
Sun Dekuan had already fled, and Qisi followed the bloody footprints left by the former and ran into the dark doorway he passed through.
Almost at the same time, he found that he had lost control of his body and was floating leisurely as if walking in the water.
A slightly distorted voice came from outside: "The patient has responded, continue this treatment plan..." (End of Chapter)