Chapter 1692 Dean

There was a child sitting on the tricycle, about 5 or 6 years old, a girl, with hair mixed with dirty blood tied into two ponytails at the back of her head. The girl lowered her head and made a wheezing sound in her throat as if she was drowning.

As the girl raised her head, Tang Qisheng's eyes suddenly shrank. This girl actually had no eyes.

No, that's not right. She used to have eyes, but they were cruelly dug out. Now there are only two horrible blood holes!

But this is not the most terrifying thing. The moment Tang Qisheng saw the girl's face clearly, his heart was broken. This girl actually had a face exactly like his daughter!

"Yuanyuan"

Tang Qisheng burst into tears instantly, and the girl seemed to notice him, and the children's bicycle began to slowly drive towards him.

But the next second, Tang Qisheng realized that his daughter had died a long time ago and she would never appear here.

The filter was broken. Now, looking at the girl again, her face became blurry. It was not her daughter at all, but a strange and scary face.

That face lost all innocence, and was completely filled with killing and hatred. As Tang Qisheng walked out of the illusion, the girl seemed to have lost her goal. The bloodstained bicycle was wandering aimlessly in the same place, and finally turned around and left with reluctance, returning to the room she came out of.

Tang Qisheng, who had escaped death, was breathing heavily. He subconsciously tightened the cloth strip that was tied around the wound on his chest with his hands, but something surprising happened. He untied the cloth strip bit by bit, and the wound inside was still shocking, but no more blood was flowing out.

"Is the wound okay?"

With doubt, Tang Qisheng poked it gently with his hand, and the strong pain instantly pulled him back to reality, "hiss--"

It still hurts, but the wound is no longer bleeding. Tang Qisheng finally realized the strangeness of this place. Since he came here, the wound on his body seems to have stagnated, no longer bleeding, and no longer worsening. Otherwise, judging from his injuries, he might have collapsed long ago.

"Don't all the people who come here, no matter how serious their injuries are, die. Is this a world of immortality?"

With doubt and strong vigilance, Tang Qisheng walked lightly and approached the door little by little, the one the girl entered and exited.

Picked up a sign from the ground, wiped off the blood, and wrote the three words "activity room" crookedly in blue pen on it.

The door was wide open, and Tang Qisheng standing outside the door could easily see the scene inside. It was a large room with many amusement facilities, wooden horses, bicycles, building blocks, children's castles, inflatable slides, etc.

Dozens or even hundreds of children climbed up and down these amusement facilities, playing tirelessly, repeating mechanical and weird movements, and the scene was so weird that it could not be described.

Slowly, Tang Qisheng also noticed that all these children had their eyes dug out, and they were by no means harmonious with each other.

They would often fight over the ownership of a toy, showing ferocity that was no less than that of wild animals. He saw with his own eyes that a girl in a floral dress pressed a little boy to the ground and bit off half of the boy's ear, just because she was fighting for a rope used for climbing.

Compared with other toys, a few glass balls were the key for these children to fight for. The children who grabbed the glass balls couldn't wait to stuff the glass balls into their eye sockets, and then let out a satisfying laugh like a broken bellows.

But before long, the child who grabbed the glass beads would be knocked down and pressed to the ground, and several or more hands would grab his face at the same time and dig the glass beads out of his bloody eye sockets.

"Eyes! Give me eyes!"

The heart-wrenching screams were endless. These children had a very strong obsession with eyes. Tang Qisheng suspected that these children in front of him were the children who were pieced together into a monster with broken limbs.

A glass bead flew to Tang Qisheng's feet because of the scramble. The next second, a boy in a hospital gown rushed over.

If Tang Qisheng hadn't dodged quickly, the boy would have crashed into his arms.

He knew very well that if he was discovered by these children, he would probably be torn to pieces immediately.

The boy lay on the ground, holding the glass bead tightly in his two little hands and putting it towards his eye sockets. Tang Qisheng, who was looking down from above, saw an even more horrifying scene. There was a big crack on the back of the boy's head, and a neat triangular notch was cut out of the skull. Looking through the notch, the boy's brain was hollowed out by more than half.

Tang Qisheng's eyes were jumping. He didn't know what kind of hell this place was, and what kind of nightmare these children had encountered. Everything in this underground world was twisted and constantly challenged the bottom line of being a person.

On the way, he passed many rooms, pharmacy, waiting area, infusion area, injection room, dispensing room, drug storage, infusion observation room, treatment room, which were originally places for treating diseases and saving people, but now they are all scenes of purgatory on earth. In a room called the punishment room, Tang Qisheng saw an unforgettable scene in his life. More than a dozen huge iron hooks were hung on the ceiling, and a child was hung on each hook.

Some pierced from the collarbone, and some from the throat, back of the head, and eye sockets. The scene was horrible, like a slaughterhouse.

In such a place, people will not die. What is left for them is endless pain. As if they sensed someone coming, they twisted their bodies and struggled constantly, and made painful wails from time to time.

Just as the wailing became louder and louder, a huge crash suddenly sounded, and the ground shook. The children's wailing disappeared instantly, and they were all silent.

Squatting down, holding his heart tightly, Tang Qisheng gasped heavily. At that moment, he suddenly felt a heart attack. He could almost confirm that the source of the sound was the most terrifying place in the underground world of the hospital.

After leaving the room, he followed the feeling and found it. Not long after, he stopped again. Now there was a huge black iron door in front of him.

The iron door was 4 meters high. The rusty door was covered with green blood vessels and muscles. The smell of blood with a foul smell spread from the crack of the door, which was so strong that it was disgusting.

Tang Qisheng was not unfamiliar with this smell. When he faced the invisible and terrifying monster with limbs last night, he had smelled the same smell.

Tang Qisheng couldn't help but be alert. This is the monster's nest!

He raised his head as high as he could and looked at the door. In the midst of the tangled disgust, he saw a crooked doorplate.

"Dean's Office"