Chapter 605 Reporter

One side of the seal was covered with dust, but the other side was clean. It was obvious that someone had just torn it off.

Chen Mo knew that I meant well, so he nodded and lowered the tip of the fruit knife.

"I'll take the lead, follow closely." His voice still sounded a little trembling, and he took trembling steps, as if to embolden himself, he pushed open the door of the central operating room.

This stupid kid stood at the door and shined a flashlight in. He told us to follow him closely, but when he opened the door, it was as if his legs had taken root and were stuck on the ground motionless.

"You pushed the door so loudly. If there is someone inside, they will definitely notice us immediately, and then hide in the dark, waiting to give you a fatal blow." I said helplessly. Originally, we were in the dark, but Chen Mo was like this. As soon as we did this, our situation became slightly embarrassing.

"Then... what should we do now?" He turned to look at me and the writer, as if asking for our opinions.

"We're here, what can we do? Go in and take a look, and be careful not to touch things you shouldn't touch." I stretched out my hand to push the door of the operating room completely open, and used the light of the flashlight to observe carefully.

The central operating room is very large, with seven rooms of different sizes inside. The doors of these rooms are all tightly closed. The thing we are looking for should be in one of the rooms.

"There's no danger outside. It's safe for now."

"Are you so sure?" The writer sounded surprised and patted my shoulder: "Have you ever been a scout before?"

"No, but I have worked as a private detective before. I am good at tracking, candid photography, extramarital investigations, etc. If your wife cheats on you one day, you can also entrust me to help you collect evidence." I said casually, not wanting to Too much struggle with writers on this issue.

"I'm afraid you have no chance." The writer had a slumped face, somewhat dissatisfied with my tone.

"That's right." I glanced at the writer and entered the central operating room first.

Although Jianghu Cancer Research Hospital has been abandoned for many years, it was once the top cancer research hospital in China. The internal layout is complete and professional, and each area is clearly marked, giving people a well-organized feeling.

The sterile room, medicine storage room, emergency operating room, instrument and dressing preparation room, etc. may be due to their special location, right in the center of the hospital. The house numbers on the walls of the central operating room are very clear and well preserved.

I originally wanted to ask Chen Mo to guard the door and leave a way out, but he was too timid and followed me closely, unable to drive me away.

As a writer, I couldn’t control the situation, which resulted in the three of us working together and being unable to control the overall situation.

"These rooms are interconnected. The three of us should not crowd together. Leave one person outside."

I looked at the writer, and he smiled with a slightly deformed mouth: "Why don't you stay outside? If you really find something, I don't know if you two go behind my back."

"What good things can be found in this damn place? I'm doing this for everyone's benefit."

The writer finally agreed. He closed the door to the operating room and leaned against the wall. It seemed that only his back against the wall could make him feel safe.

Chen Mo and I opened the door of a room. The door just made a noise. Before Chen Mo and I could enter, the door of the room closest to the exit of the department was pushed open.

"Who?" The writer whispered, and immediately ran out from the corner and blocked the door of the operating room. The black figure found that the exit of the operating room was blocked, slowed down, and stood there.

When we heard the noise, Chen Mo and I ran out of the single room without even bothering to investigate. The three of us surrounded the black figure in the middle.

"Is it a human or a ghost?"

Trapped in the middle, the shadow remained calm and collected. He slowly retreated to the wall, seemingly holding something in his hand.

Chen Mo pointed the flashlight at the black figure, and after seeing clearly how he was dressed, the three of us breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's a living person."

He was carrying a crossbody bag, wearing a set of washed white sportswear, holding a DV (handheld digital video camera) in his left hand, and a modified one-handed crossbow in his right hand.

"I'm filming with a DV. Is this person the host of the show?" Even though I knew in my heart that the other person was not a ghost, I still didn't dare to be careless. I took two steps back and whispered to him: "Don't be nervous, we don't mean any harm. Put down the steel crossbow in your hand first."

Although the hand crossbow looks small, it is actually incredibly powerful. It can easily shoot through the glass of a car from a few meters away. If the steel arrow happens to pierce a soft place such as the eye socket or neck, it can be fatal with one hit.

The man was silent, his movements unchanged, his eyes were cold, and he slowly glanced over the three of us. After reading them all, he frowned: "Why did you come to this place?"

In order to gain his trust, I told him the words I had made up before, and then introduced the writer and Chen Mo to him.

The man's reaction was lukewarm. It wasn't until he heard that there was a note in Chen Mo's hand that he was being threatened that he came here, that his expression changed.

I noticed this detail and asked Chen Mo to take out the note from his bag and use physical evidence to prove that he was not lying.

After seeing the yellowed note, the man finally put down the modified crossbow in his hand, and his expression softened a lot.

"Did you come to this place late at night because you received the note?" I asked him tentatively. Unexpectedly, the man nodded simply. He hung the DV around his neck and freed up some space. He took out a piece of paper from his bag that was exactly the same as Chen Mo's.

No matter the material or the words on it, they are exactly the same.

"Sorry, I'm too nervous." The man took back the note and lowered the hand holding the modified crossbow.

"Where did you get this note?" I didn't dare to speak until the man removed the steel arrow from the modified crossbow.

"This?" He shook the note in his hand and said with a wry smile, "I stole this from the morgue."

"Which morgue? The morgue of this hospital?" Chen Mo's eyes lit up and his tone was urgent: "Have you already been to the third ward? Have you already got the birth certificate and death certificate? Show them to me quickly. !”

"You are overthinking. I stole this note from the morgue of a private hospital in Xinhu." The man sighed, with deep regret in his voice: "I am just a bitch, I thought I could do something It’s big news, and I’ve been tricked to death.”

He raised the DV in his hand: "I am a reporter. If any of you like supernatural urban legends, you may have heard of my name. My name is Zhang Heng."

"Zhang Heng?" I blurted out, and my reaction made several people around me look over curiously.

"Have you heard of me?" The man himself found it incredible. In fact, he knew very well that his reputation was not high.

To put it bluntly, for a bottom-level entertainment reporter like him, using the word popularity is a waste.

I knew I was a bit rude, but at this point I had to bite the bullet and admit: "I seem to have seen your report on the Internet, and it was about the Shuangfo District of Xinhu City."

"Yes, I wrote those reports!"

The man himself admitted that the Zhang Heng in front of me and the Zhang Heng in my memory gradually merged together.

When I went to Xinhu for the first time, in order to complete Li Jingyu's commission, I accidentally entered the room rented by Zhang Heng. As a result, I found something very surprising in his room!

Including the conversation between Lu Xing and the mysterious man, as well as the film and television clips of Lu Xing skinning and killing people. This man's investigation of the Shuangfo District was very detailed. At that time, I also stole a recording pen from his room, and until now The third recording in the recorder has not been deciphered yet.

"So it's him." This man is the enemy of the Double-Faced Buddha. In order to investigate the Double-Faced Buddha, he risked his life and used his ordinary life to find so many clues about the Double-Faced Buddha. To be honest, I admire him.

It's just that when I went to his rented place, the landlady said that he hadn't been back for a long time. I thought he had been killed, but I didn't expect that he would show up at Jianghu Cancer Research Hospital tonight.

Compared to the writer and Chen Mo, I am actually more interested in the reason why Zhang Heng appears here.

Apart from the reason that we have dealt with each other before, the most important point is that among these three people, Zhang Heng is the one who looks most like a show host.