Chapter 224 Frog Hospital (Twenty-Four) Sweet Home

Cheng Xiaoyu, with a candy in his mouth, marched in front, leading the way, crookedly, with a sense of a child playing an adult.

Sun Dekuan followed Cheng Xiaoyu with empty eyes.

Having seen Qi Si's endless operations these days, he has given up on finding out the truth and plans to lie down quietly and be a salted fish.

Qisi went into the kitchen by the way, added some tadpoles to the sugar jar, and then leisurely fell at the end of the team.

A child who is obviously not a human, an absent-minded fat man, 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 corridor. The doors of the operating room and wards on both sides of the corridor were tightly closed as always, and the radio played the old slogans over and over again.

The cracks in the wall were agitated with light and heavy frog croaks, forcing in from every corner, like an illusion that was difficult to find the source and could not be avoided.

The further we walked, the quieter the frogs and the radio became. A faint smell of blood secretly permeated the air, which was covered by a strong stench. It was so crowded and pungent that it gave people a sense of noise.

Qi Si lowered his eyes and saw that a thin layer of blood had been laid on the originally gray-white floor. The light pink color looked very much like freshly peeled human skin.

This was undoubtedly a new road. If he had walked on it before, he would not have no impression.

The scene that had remained unchanged for the past three days changed today. I don’t know if it was because of the transaction with Cheng Xiaoyu.

However, for players who urgently need to collect new clues, although it is dangerous, it is not a completely bad thing.

Cheng Xiaoyu still maintained a steady pace and moved forward.

The blood on the ground was splashed by his step, and after landing, it rippled layer by layer, like a shallow lake stained with blood-red paint.

Sun Dekuan and Qi Si, one in front and one behind, dragged their feet to break through the blood.

The further he walked, the deeper his feet sank. From the soles of his feet to his insteps and ankles, they were all sucked and licked by the sticky and cold liquid.

"We're here. The office is in front." Cheng Xiaoyu suddenly stopped and pointed to a dark door in front of him.

This door was only slightly smaller than the door at the staircase. Looking in from the outside, there was no light, and there was no way to know what was hidden in the darkness.

A faint cold wind blew out of the doorway, bringing a hint of chill, blowing on the backs of the two people outside the door.

"Thank you, Xiaoyu." Qi Si showed a fake smile, took out two candies from his backpack, and threw them to Cheng Xiaoyu.

Cheng Xiaoyu took the candy, stuffed it into his mouth without even looking at it, and chewed it with a "crunch, crunch" sound.

In the silence, the sound of his chewing and swallowing could be clearly heard, combined with his dark eyes, adding a bit of weirdness.

Qi Si walked around Sun Dekuan, walked to the front, and stared at the doorway.

Sun Dekuan was pulled back to his senses by the wind when he walked. He looked at the doorway in front of him and Cheng Xiaoyu beside him. His fat face was shining white: "I'm not saying, do we really have to go in here? It's dark, they won't kill us by opening the door, right?"

He thought Qi Si would not respond, but the young man turned his head to look at him and nodded seriously: "You make sense. There is not even a light on here. It looks strange. I'm afraid it's a trap."

"That's right!" Sun Dekuan responded hurriedly, "There is no sound. It doesn't look like a place where people live. It's even weirder than the morgue..."

While he was talking, Qi Si had already walked to his side.

He had doubts in his heart, but he still stiffened his neck and actively expressed his opinions: "Why don't we bring Lu Zimo here first? One more person can take care of each other..."

"Wait until tomorrow." Qi Si said lightly, putting his hand on Sun Dekuan's shoulder.

"Don't do it tomorrow. It's better to do it today...ah!"

Sun Dekuan suddenly felt the hand on his shoulder push forward suddenly, and at the same time, a foot kicked him hard on the buttocks.

He lost his balance and fell forward. His waving arms could not stop him from falling to the ground, and he fell straight into the dark doorway.

Qis waited outside the door for a while and heard Sun Dekuan's low curses from inside. He was quite energetic and didn't look like he had encountered a ghost.

He glanced at Cheng Xiaoyu who was concentrating on tasting candy. The latter's face did not show any extra emotions.

"You are now 'playing the dean', don't you want to go in with me?" Qi Si asked with interest.

Cheng Xiaoyu shook his head: "Dad doesn't like me to go into his office casually. If he finds out, he won't give me candy."

Qis clearly remembered that yesterday he used the contract to ask Cheng Xiaoyu to sign an entry and exit permit. The latter disappeared for a while and came back with four entry and exit permits.

He casually asked about his origins, and Cheng Xiaoyu told him openly that he had gone to the office and stole the blueprint from it.

The rule of "not liking Cheng Xiaoyu to enter the office casually" was probably added by the dean after he noticed what happened yesterday.

It seems that the boundaries of the hospital are quite flexible.

Qi Si looked down at Cheng Xiaoyu and asked with a smile: "Since your father doesn't like you to enter his office, he probably doesn't want others to enter rashly. Why didn't you tell your uncle before?"

Cheng Xiaoyu licked his lips and grinned: "Uncle didn't ask me, why should I tell my uncle?"

This naughty kid has eaten the candy and decided not to buy it.

But whether the dean will be angry or not, this office must be entered.

Qis smiled, said no more, and stepped into the doorway.

The old and decayed smell hit him in the face, and his body seemed to be immersed in a soft and invisible thing for a moment, or squeezed through the gap of a barrier and went to another world.

The darkness enveloped his whole body, and then there was color in a few seconds. The faint light shone brightly above his head, and the objects in the scene were clearly visible.

This was a small room with dim light. In the middle was a huge mahogany desk, and the desktop was piled with documents and sundries.

The huge bookcase covered the window, and all kinds of books were densely packed in the small wooden grids, most of which were covered with ashes.

Qis glanced at it, but did not see the title and cover pattern. He could only see the difference in the color of the book cover.

On the wall next to the bookcase hung a yellowed photo, which showed a young couple in white coats holding a little boy. The three of them looked at the camera and smiled sweetly.

Sun Dekuan swallowed the curse on his mouth as soon as Qis entered the door, and looked like he was working hard.

He stood up with his hands on his waist, and his eyes followed Qi Si's rhythm.

After looking at the photos with Qi Si for a while, Sun Dekuan suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the portrait in the photo and said, "Hey, is this woman the pregnant ghost who leads the team in the corridor at night?"

"This child looks familiar, isn't it Cheng Xiaoyu? I also remember this man, I seem to have seen him on a poster, he is the dean..."

"Oh my god, this hospital is a husband-and-wife shop!"

Qis walked over, took the photo off the wall, and turned it to the back.

On the yellowed background, three names were written in neat handwriting——

[Cheng Ping, Xu Qing, Cheng Xiaoyu]

The situation is very clear. The dean Cheng Ping, the pregnant ghost Xu Qing and Cheng Xiaoyu are a family of three. Among them, Xu Qing is most likely a doctor in this hospital like the dean.

It's just that I don't know how Xu Qing became a ghost, and why he wanders in the corridor of the hospital every night as a weird one.

As the actual controller of the hospital, what attitude does Cheng Ping have towards her situation?

The edge of the photo in his hand suddenly became damp, and strands of blood seeped out from the pages, bringing a deep chill.

The eyes of the three people in the photo became sinister and predestined, and the dark eyes stared straight ahead with a ghostly look, as if they were looking at the humans outside the photo across time and space.

Qi Si hung the photo back to its original place and stepped back a few steps, and the chill subsided a little.

He turned back to the desk and flipped the documents on it casually.

Sun Dekuan did not notice the abnormality of the photo. Seeing Qi Si's movement, he hurried to the pile of documents.

He was afraid, but he also knew the importance of key clues. At the least, it would affect the performance of the relationship, and at the most, it would determine who would live and who would die when the crisis came.

The mechanism of guaranteed death tolls exists forever. When encountering a group wipe and selecting survivors, it is not entirely a matter of luck and face. The probability of passing the level and the degree of exploration are also part of the assessment.

After all, the dungeon needs to find out the logical survival path from the known information of the players and design the most convenient NE clearance plan.

For example, you must at least know that eating ginseng fruit can pass the level, so that the dungeon can deliver the ginseng fruit to you. Otherwise, even if you see it, it will be useless. You can't expect the system to refresh a detailed instruction manual for you - do you still have face in the weird game?

In summary, it is safer to hold a copy of the clues in your hand. The opportunity is right in front of you. No matter how timid you are, you have to bite the bullet to survive.

"Brother Cheng, how can we divide so many files?" Sun Dekuan poked his head behind Qi Si.

"Let's divide the work. I'll look at these files on the table, and you go to search other places." Qi Si raised his eyelids and glanced at Sun Dekuan, saying in a flat tone, "I am a college student. I often read papers on weekdays. I read literature and grasp the key points faster."

There is nothing wrong with this statement, it makes sense. Sun Dekuan hesitated for two seconds, and finally retreated to the corner of the room and carefully explored.

Qi Si opened the drawer of his desk and put all the pages with words written on them on the table.

For some reason, the words on most of the pages were blurred, as if they were carefully painted with mosaics. No matter how carefully you looked, they were just black and gray patches.

Qi Si patiently sorted the pages into categories and picked out those with clear words. The amount of reading tasks was reduced by half in an instant.

The most eye-catching document was a document that said that too many children were born in a certain county in the past year. In order to show the determination to rectify the situation, it was necessary to ensure that no babies were born in the next three months.

Attached to the document was a letter written to Cheng Ping personally:

[Xiao Cheng, I know that you and Xu Qing have always wanted a child, and Xu Qing also took a lot of trouble to get pregnant. But who said that this time is wrong? ]

[You have to lead by example, and they will be willing to bite their teeth and follow. There will always be children, but this population problem is a major issue for our entire county...]

This letter appeals to both emotion and reason. From the surgery confirmation form at the back, we can see that Cheng Ping has made a choice.

Following it is a piece of rough-edged horizontal lined paper with messy handwriting, but the general idea can be seen.

This is a page of diary:

[Xu Qing understands me very well and took the initiative to express 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 pregnant, she was talking to me about what kind of name to give the child, and the nickname should be "Xiao Yu", 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 attached to the back of the diary, coldly explaining the ending of the story-

Xu Qing died of heavy bleeding during the operation.

Cheng Ping wrote in the diary:

[I have nothing, no wife, no children. What's the point of me being the dean? ]

"So, you don't live as a human anymore, start running the ghost domain, and collect corpses?" Qi Si sighed, put down all the papers 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, Cheng Xiaoyu was aborted before he was born, and what happened to the Cheng Xiaoyu who looked seven or eight years old when he met outside?

How could there be a photo of a family of three together?

"Well, maybe he missed his wife and children too much, so he constructed an imaginary phantom in his dream..." Qi Si muttered to himself with empty eyes.

Sun Dekuan behind him suddenly exclaimed.

Qi Si looked back and saw a square secret door embedded in the wall in front of Sun Dekuan. It had been opened, revealing a hole like a drainage hole.

Bright-colored blood gushed out from it, growing in all directions on the ground like branches, and in a short time it formed a large pool of blood.

This looks like a passage.

Qi Si couldn't help but pay more attention to things like caves without finding a passage at the bottom of the pond.

As Sun Dekuan retreated step by step to the door he came from, he walked straight to the secret door and looked down inside.

Behind the narrow hole was not cramped. A lamp was lit in the middle of a fairly spacious dark room, and the dim light faintly enveloped the dense white shadows around.

A strong stench filled his nose. Those white shadows were undoubtedly human corpses. I don't know how long they had been piled up to decay to this extent.

Blood flowed from the bottom of the corpse. The green pus and bright red scab mixed together, painting the scene in front of him with a gorgeous glaze.

Heavy, disgusting, complicated... It is not difficult to remind people of medieval oil paintings, except that the objects depicted have become some kind of cult rituals.

"Won't these corpses be refreshed at six o'clock?" Qi Si thought with a little humor, stepping back on his heels.

Just now, he found that the corpses closest to the hole began to wriggle, and even struggled to stretch out their half-rotten arms to him.

He pretended to be unaware, retreated from the edge of the pool of blood with the sound of his footsteps, and turned around and ran towards the door the moment his steps landed.

Sun Dekuan had already escaped. Qi Si stepped on the bloody footsteps left by the former and crashed into the dark doorway he passed by.

Almost at the same time, he found that he had lost control of his body and was floating like walking in water.

A slightly distorted voice came from the sky: "The patient has responded, continue with this treatment plan..." (End of this chapter)