Chapter 609 The Smell of Medicinal Liquid

The clinic building in the distance was blurry in the darkness, and no one dared to approach it easily, as if the monster just now would suddenly rush out from inside.

Everything that happened before had a great impact on the two people around me, and they couldn't calm down.

More than a minute had passed, and Zhang Heng's voice was still trembling: "The monster was standing behind you at that time."

His answer did not satisfy me. Speaking of which, I have seen many monsters in the eyes of ordinary people. I even saw a huge shadow that stretched for tens of meters at the river dam.

"Tell me more specifically." I broke off the branch and simply helped Chen Mo fix his broken leg.

"Thank you...you still know how to fix the skeleton?" Chen Mo, who was dragged out all the way by me, became even less talkative. I couldn't hear a trace of hope in his voice.

"It's better to be cured after a long illness. This small injury is actually nothing. Cheer up and you'll be over after tonight." I patted Chen Mo's shoulder. I saved him at the moment of life and death. I was so sentimental and reasonable. , this kid should stand on the same front as me: "You also saw that monster in the building, tell me about it, so that I can have a better understanding."

Chen Mo and Zhang Heng are both witnesses, but I don't trust Zhang Heng. He could step over Chen Mo without hesitation before and turn a blind eye to the dying man's plea for help. Such people are not worthy of trust. At best, they are using each other. relation.

Grasping the grass stalks on the ground with both hands, Chen Mo tried his best to move his body away from the building. He had multiple injuries on his body, and was covered in mud and blood, making him look very embarrassed: "I didn't look carefully at the time. When I looked up, , that monster is already standing behind you, and it walks silently, as if it appeared suddenly."

"Impossible. I heard the sound of water drops later. It should have come from a distance. Besides, if he was behind me at that time, do you think I could have escaped?" I believe my own words more than what others say. judge.

"He didn't lie to you. The monster is indeed behind you. It's very close. That's why I didn't notify you." Zhang Heng took out his DV: "It should have been captured a little bit. You can see for yourself."

Hearing is believing, seeing is believing. I took the DV, clicked on the playback, and adjusted the time to when the four of us had just entered the surgery preparation room.

"right here……"

In the picture, the writer sat down on the table, and was later pushed down by Zhang Heng. The two quarreled, and then the writer started walking around the room.

At that time, all my attention was attracted by Gu Tongtong's death certificate. Zhang Heng and Chen Mo also focused on the documents on the table. None of the three of us paid attention. The writer had his back to us, as if he had seen something. .

He obviously hesitated for a moment, and then walked toward the room opposite to ours alone.

The three of us were all thinking about our own things at the time, and no one saw it, but this scene was captured on the DV hanging on Zhang Heng's chest.

The writer walked slowly, hesitantly.

"What did he find?"

The flashlight was pointed at the table, and the light was very dim, so the DV did not capture anything in that room. There was only darkness on the screen.

The writer was getting closer and closer to the room. He had already stepped on the threshold, tilted his body forward and inward, and stuck his head into it. Then a scene that horrified everyone appeared.

His head seemed to be grabbed by something, and a strong force sucked him into the room.

As if he had never appeared before, the living person disappeared into the room without disturbing anyone or causing a single splash!

The DV recorded this shocking scene, and what was even more shocking was that the writer disappeared behind us, but the three of us had no idea and were still doing our own things, not knowing that the danger was coming!

My Adam's apple trembled. I had just broken through to the realm of listening to the breath. I thought that with the presence of the breath listening and judgment eyes, I could predict all dangers in advance, but I was a little careless. Only now did I realize that I was just a frog in the well. Just a few seconds of negligence had almost cost me my life.

After the writer disappeared into the adjacent room, none of the three of us noticed. We were all still busy with our own things. It took a full second or two before the picture changed.

"coming!"

A white work uniform flashed past the door. It seemed to be a doctor's white coat, but it looked a little awkward.

The thing was very tall. DV could only capture its chest. Compared with the door, this monster was much taller than a normal person.

The DV was hung around Zhang Heng's neck, so the angle of view was fixed. The camera only captured the thing's body, not its head or feet.

Staring at the screen, a strange scene happened. When walking normally, the shoulders would rise and fall due to movement, but the white coat did not produce any fluctuations when it moved. It seemed to be sliding over!

"Could this thing be a ghost?" Chen Mo's face turned pale. I was originally going to retort a word or two, but when I looked back, I couldn't say anything.

The white coat stopped behind me. The lights were dim and the picture was not very clear. I could only see Zhang Heng and Chen Mo looking down for the death certificate. In order to avoid the DV shooting, I got stuck in the blind spot with one hand and was trying to figure out how to capture the death certificate. Gu Tongtong's death certificate was put into his pocket.

"From that moment on, it has been standing behind me?!"

Looking at this horrific scene recorded on DV, my calves became weak and I felt like the strength in my body was being drained away bit by bit.

What happened next was that Zhang Heng looked up and discovered the "person" standing behind me. Then the camera shook and several people ran for their lives frantically.

"You saw it, I don't need to lie to you. It was standing behind you at that time. I was frightened, so I didn't dare to speak." Zhang Heng watched it again and hung the DV around his neck again. .

"If it is to kill people? Why hesitate? Why not just kill me?" This is the point that I can't understand the most.

"Is it a bad taste? Play with the prey and enjoy the thrill of the game." Zhang Heng did not notice that I kept Gu Tongtong's death certificate privately. The DV only captured the hand I deliberately placed on the table.

"Probably not." I frowned, recalling everything captured on DV, and suddenly discovered a suspicious point.

When the writer discovered that there was a problem in the adjacent room, he did not discuss it with us, but went to check it out alone. In that environment at that time, how could a cautious person do such a reckless thing?

And another thing is that the writer has excellent eyesight. As early as when I first met him, I knew that this man had the ability to see in the dark.

If he clearly saw that there was a problem in that room, he would definitely not take the initiative to go in. According to his selfish character, he would definitely trick someone into using him as a stepping stone to go in for him.

"There is something wrong, there is definitely something wrong with this person!" It no longer matters whether the writer is a hidden show host. What matters is that I need to go to the place where he once lived immediately to have a look. Maybe I can get something unexpected.

"The DV didn't capture the monster's face. Did you two see it clearly?" I don't know what the monster looks like yet, which is extremely detrimental to speculation.

The calf was completely torn off. Chen Mo gasped for air from time to time and grinned in pain. His voice was very weak: "I saw a person standing behind you at that time. I was so frightened that I didn't pay attention."

After speaking, he looked at Zhang Heng. Zhang Heng was the only one among the three who had seen the true appearance of the monster.

He thought for a moment to calm down his chaotic brain: "The monster's face was covered with a soaked bandage, so you couldn't see its face, but you could vaguely see a wound through the slits in the bandage. It was a large wound."

"What do you mean? Is there a wound under the bandage?"

"Yes, the wounds seem to be connected together, as if..." Zhang Heng stopped talking, his eyebrows converging together.

"What do you mean? Just like what?" I couldn't help but urge.

"It's like being skinned."

The cold night wind blew past them, and no one said anything. They just felt a bone-chilling chill slowly creeping up their spines.

I shuddered: "Are you sure? Is it an illusion?"

Zhang Heng has been investigating the skinning case in the New Shanghai Stock Exchange. I'm afraid that he got it wrong because of psychological implications.

"That's the feeling that the monster gave me. It's unmistakable." Zhang Heng said with certainty. I couldn't question it anymore and could only think in the direction he said.

"Bandages? Wounds? Is that a human or a ghost?" I looked back at the clinic building. The easiest way to know the truth was to go back inside and take a look.

"It would be great if the writer hadn't died. The three of us were just running for our lives, and no one had any contact with the monster. I heard that ghosts have no entity. What if..."

"That thing shouldn't be a ghost." I waved my hand to interrupt Zhang Heng and stretched out my hand in front of the two of them: "When I escaped from the surgical preparation room, I had physical contact with the monster."

Shining a flashlight on it, there was still some colorless liquid left on his fingertips, like water, but it smelled of a strange smell.

"It's denser than water." Zhang Heng came to my hand and smelled it: "It's like the kind of medicine that goes bad and smells bad."

"Yes, it is different from the liquid produced after the corpse decays. It does not appear to be formed naturally. The monster should still be alive, and its whole body is coated with this liquid." I further speculated: "Remember this smell, As long as we can find the medicinal liquid, we can find out the details of the monster."

Speaking of this, I suddenly thought of another detail. When I first went to the ward where the writer temporarily lived, he had been drinking, very boldly, drinking one can at a time, spilling beer all over his collar, and getting all drunk. taste.

"The writer has been drinking since he arrived in the ward. Does he want to use the smell of alcohol to cover up a certain smell on his body?" My eyes slightly narrowed under the mask, and the seemingly messy clues were slowly connected. together.

"Quick! Follow me to a place!"