Chapter 601 New Visitors
I said the name Xia Chi after careful consideration.
Chen Jiuge and I met in a deep dream. At that time, I told him that my name was Xia Chi. Chen Jiuge was probably involved in this live broadcast. In order to fulfill this lie, I still used Xia Chi's name.
Looking at my outstretched hand, the man didn't seem to think much and held it with me casually.
"Yin and Yang are ordered!" The fourth level of ghost arts has reached a meticulous level of control over the Yin Qi. I penetrate the Yin Qi hidden in the palms of my hands and between my fingers into the man's body.
I do it very covertly. Generally speaking, if someone is not very familiar with ghost arts, it is impossible to detect my little moves.
The yin energy condensed into a thin needle and penetrated into the man's acupuncture point, but encountered no resistance as expected.
"Is this man an ordinary person?" There is neither Yin Qi nor Zhen Qi in his meridians. Many places have been blocked, and there is no trace of any practice.
"Why would an ordinary person lie? Is he really not a show host?" In my impression, every show host is an extremely dangerous and terrifying existence. After all, if he can survive so many live broadcasts, he must have a few skills. It’s only when you have your true abilities that it’s impossible for ordinary people to live through too many live broadcasts.
The Yin Qi entered my body, but the man pretending to be Master Wang showed no reaction. I was already ready to kill him, but after seeing this scene, the murderous intention in my heart slowly dissipated.
"This person staying in Jianghu Hospital late at night must have other agendas. The so-called experience of life and finding inspiration is just an excuse, but this does not mean that he is the show host." I let go of my hand, the smile on my face remained unchanged, and retreated to On the other hand, keep a safe distance from him.
"Why are you so far away from me? Is it because my appearance scares you?" The writer pointed at his face, blinking his eyes a few times, as if he was used to being alienated. : "I was sick when I was a child. A tumor grew in my head and compressed the nerves. The first operation failed because the tumor was not removed completely. After the recurrence, the tumor worsened and finally became as big as an egg. My entire face They were all transformed by it.”
"Brain tumor?" I saw this term on the wall of the Sarcoma Center, and I'm just learning it now.
"Well, fortunately the second operation was successful. The tumor was completely removed, but my face will never change again." The writer's lips turned outwards and showed an ugly smile. I wanted to comfort him, but the words It's on my lips but I can't say it.
The atmosphere was a bit heavy, and the writer waved his hand: "Let's not talk about these things anymore, they are all in the past."
He raised his head and drank a can of beer, and continued: "I came here earlier than you, and this place has turned upside down. How can I put it? If you can, don't come in this abandoned hospital, it's best not to come in. There are many ways to make money, and there is no need to risk your life just for money.”
After drinking a can of beer in one breath, the writer's mood changed slightly.
My eyes lit up and I followed his words and asked, "Is it dangerous here? Did you discover something scary before?"
"I haven't found anything scary, but I always have a bad premonition." The writer leaned against the tent: "Let me tell you, I have been to other abandoned hospitals before to look for inspiration. That time I went to Huadu Xiaotangshan Hospital, I wonder if you remember that SARS was raging in 2000. In order to control the disease, Huadu spent seven days and seven nights building the Xiaotangshan Emergency Treatment Hospital, which was specially used to isolate SARS patients. Wait until After SARS was brought under control, Xiaotangshan Hospital was abandoned, all doctors and staff were withdrawn, and the land has never been reused."
"I've heard about the SARS epidemic. Xiaotangshan Hospital is the environmental template for many escape games in China. What do you want to explain by giving this example?" I stared at the writer, ever since I knew he was lying and hiding his true identity. , I have to think over and over every word he says.
"It's very simple. Xiaotangshan Hospital was abandoned to prevent the spread of high-risk epidemic viruses. Have you ever thought about why Jianghu Cancer Research Hospital was abandoned? Cancer is not contagious." The writer was mysterious and successfully evoked piqued my curiosity.
"You have stayed here for a day and a night, have you discovered anything?"
"Will I still be scared if I find out? You don't understand this. It is precisely because of the unknown that it makes people excited and scared. I am in a very excited state now." The writer said and opened another can of beer. As if to hint something, he raised his hand at me a few times: "Won't you drink some?"
"No, I have a bad ability to drink. I tend to go crazy when I drink." Shaking my head, I waved my hand to refuse: "Then you must have gained something after staying here for a day and a night, right? Can you share it with me? After all, I'm waiting for you. If you can live broadcast, you still have to go out.”
"Jianghu Cancer Research Hospital is very big. I just visited the Cancer Rehabilitation Center in the whole day I came here." The writer took a sip of beer and clasped his fingers: "There are three main buildings inside the hospital. The tallest one is The outpatient building is the building where we met. The building I live in is a cancer rehabilitation center. The doors and windows of the deepest building are all sealed and wooden boards are nailed inside. I don’t know what it is used for. ."
"The doors and windows are sealed, and there are wooden boards nailed on?" The structure of the last ward is somewhat similar to the Henshan Mental Hospital I visited a long time ago. I spent a lot of time trying to escape from that mental hospital: "Is that all? Is there nothing else to pay attention to?"
I was a little confused. The writer must be hiding something. He arrived here a day and night ahead of me, and he probably had a thorough understanding of the terrain.
"Have you been to the water tank in the Sarcoma Center in the outpatient building during the day? Do you know what is in the tank?"
"I didn't pay attention." The writer threw the finished beer can into the corner.
"Then have you met anyone else during this day and night?" I asked the last question: "When I came, there was a private car parked outside the door. Judging from the driver's license, the owner of the car was It's not you. If my prediction is correct, that person should also be in the hospital at this time."
"Is there anyone else in the hospital?" The writer's voice changed, and he was very surprised: "No, I have been walking around for so long, and you are the first person I saw."
His expression was natural, and I couldn't tell whether he was lying.
"Do I need to lie to you? There are other people in this hospital besides you and me, and I think there are more than one." I looked at the writer, trying to find more flaws on his face.
"Why do they come to the hospital? This place has been abandoned for more than 20 years. Is there still a treasure hidden here?" After he finished speaking, he laughed: "Sorry, I have written too many novels, so just treat me as casual. Don’t take it to heart.”
The two of us chatted for a while, but no one had any intention of leaving the room. I was considering whether to take this opportunity to kill him directly, and the writer may have similar thoughts in mind.
The two of them had their own secrets and were in the same room together. It wasn't until half past twelve that a new bright spot appeared in the hospital, and our attention was diverted from each other.
"Someone's coming in again!"
In the quiet and dark hospital, a bright light swept across the ward window, as if someone outside accidentally shined a flashlight on it.
The writer and I turned off the emergency lights and opened a corner of the curtains, just in time to see a young man in his early twenties walking into the cancer rehabilitation center with a backpack and a flashlight.
"Isn't it Gu Bei? Why is there a new person here? Is he the kidnapper who kidnapped the baby?" The writer and I looked at each other and quietly walked out the door in a tacit understanding. We hid in the corner of the second floor and secretly looked at this dumbfounded man. , young man holding a flashlight.
After he entered the cancer rehabilitation center, he kept muttering something in a low voice. There were a few yellow paper Taoist symbols hanging on his clothes. His legs were shaking. As he walked, he shined a flashlight on the door numbers of various departments, as if he was looking for something.
"He's not holding a cell phone, and he's not wearing a brooch. This stupid boy is so scared that he can't walk steadily. He doesn't look like a show host?" I stared at the young man who was still wandering around the hall, and then took another look. Writer, these two people give me a very strange feeling. Neither of them looks like a show host, but they both appear inexplicably in the show host's hunting game.