Chapter 1952 U Transcendence Event (Forty-Three)

Chapter 1926 U Beyond Event (Forty-three)

Many people always feel that hospitals are particularly cold at night. In addition to the influence of countless horror legends about hospitals accumulated in human history, the colors that bring peace and relaxation to people during the day inevitably appear gloomy and cold at night.

The white, blue, gray and other tones used by most hospitals are not to stimulate the patient's vision, but under the blessing of dark and cold lights, it is inevitable that people are reminded of death, which is actually much less common than recovery.

Batman walked in such a cold corridor. Each recessed door was like a mouth that was ready to eat people. Batman would not make such an association, but he could not help but speculate what happened in each ward.

The doormat at the door of the first ward on the left was crooked and a corner was folded. It has not recovered yet. Judging from the traces on the cracks in the ground, there was a fight here during the day, and the participants should be a sick patient and two nurses.

The door frame of the third ward on the right was hit. It seemed that someone was not paying attention when he was holding an IV pole in and out, and accidentally knocked on the wooden door frame, leaving a mark. There might be a patient here. In addition to mental illness, there are some chronic diseases that require regular infusion.

Batman walked over step by step, and countless information was collected in his brain, filed and sorted out in different categories, gradually restoring the various forms of life in this corridor during the day.

Patients came and went, and medical staff shuttled among them. Batman turned sideways to avoid the medical staff who were fighting with the sick patients, and avoided the vomit that just fell at his feet. Just as he passed by a patient holding an IV pole, he heard a clear sound.

"Ding!"

Batman turned back suddenly, all his imaginations disappeared, but the crisp sound lingered in his ears, and a black shadow flashed at the end of the corridor.

"Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka", the lights in the long corridor went out quickly, as if something was approaching, and Batman turned around to block it.

A gust of cold wind blew up his clothes, and Batman put down his cape, and saw only darkness.

There was another clang, and Batman had to turn his head to look at the corridor he had just walked through. The sound came from the end of the corridor, but there was nothing there now.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps sounded, and Batman frowned and walked quickly towards the stairs.

As he stepped over the stairs, a black shadow hit him with a bang. Batman looked down and saw that it was Natasha.

This was not a collision like a romantic encounter. Natasha fell from the four steps, and it can be said that she fell directly into Batman's arms, knocking him back half a step.

But Batman was not surprised, because he had already judged from the pace that this was his teammate, so he hurried over.

Natasha stabilized her body, closed her eyes and let out a long breath.

"What's wrong?" Batman asked.

Natasha took a breath, looked down the long corridor, and then looked at Batman and said, "I know this is a bit unbelievable, but this hospital is haunted."

Batman narrowed his eyes.

"Just now I was lying in the ward, and suddenly I heard a 'clang' sound. I thought someone in the next ward knocked something over. When I stood up to check, I found that there was a ghost standing behind me reflected on the observation window glass of the door."

Batman was about to speak, but Natasha stretched out a hand to stop him and said, "I didn't take the medicine they provided me, and I didn't have hallucinations, and that thing was teleported away. He disappeared when I turned my head. It was either a ghost or a spirit, but it wasn't a human."

Batman restrained his expression, became serious again, and then said, "You ran out of the ward."

"I have to get out." Natasha looked up at the stairwell and said, "This thing is very evil. The moment I turned my head to look at it, the cabinet next to me fell down. There happened to be a sharp sculpture inside that broke the glass of the cabinet door and cracked the tiles in front of me. If I hadn't dodged it, you would see my body now."

"It can affect reality."

"Yes, and it probably wants to kill us."

Natasha turned her head and looked at the steps she had just fallen down. It happened to be the step she stepped on that had a missing tile, but it was still fine during the day.

Batman was about to say something when he saw Natasha across from him stiffen for a moment. The female agent immediately curled up and hid in his arms as if she was afraid, but she used Batman's body to cover her mouth and lip-synced to Batman.

"Behind you."

Batman remained calm, as if to comfort Natasha, and put his hand on her back. The next second, the light bulb above his head exploded with a "bang", and countless glass fragments flew out like shrapnel. Batman hugged Natasha and fell backwards, and the two fell to the ground at the corner.

The two stood up from the ground. The moment Natasha turned around, she saw a female ghost with long black hair and red clothes staring at her with cold eyes through the gap between her hair in the window at the end of the corridor.

Batman saw her too.

Batman didn't react, after all, the weird things he had seen in Gotham were much scarier than this, so the ghost stared at him, and he stared at the ghost.

The ghost stared at him probably to scare him, but Batman stared at the ghost to get more information, but unfortunately the shadow flashed and never appeared again.

The whole corridor began to shake wildly.

"Run!" Natasha shouted.

The two sprinted to the other side of the corridor at the fastest speed, rushing across the corridor before the ceiling and tiles fell down. Natasha shouted to Batman: "You angered her!"

"It has nothing to do with me." Batman replied very rationally while running: "No matter what we do, she will be angry, she just wants to be angry."

The two turned a corner, Natasha glanced at the window of the ward with her peripheral vision, and suddenly showed a horrified expression.

Natasha quickly grabbed Batman's arm, and the two stopped. Batman turned to look at her and asked, "Why don't you run?"

Natasha seemed to have forgotten what she was going to say, and she looked at Batman and said, "What do you mean? It's as if I'm the only one running."

"I'm just cooperating with you." Batman shook his head and said, "We don't need to run at all. The fragments and tiles of the plaster ceiling are not enough to hurt anyone."

"You haven't seen a horror movie... That's not what I'm talking about!" Natasha covered her forehead, pointed to the window and said, "Did you see anything on it just now?"

Batman shook his head.

Natasha showed a suspicious expression, she leaned over to take a closer look, and then continued to pull Batman forward.

"What did you see?"

"Nothing, I might have hallucinations." Natasha tidied her hair, and as soon as she raised her head, she saw the red ghost at the end of the corridor again.

Batman wanted to move forward, but Natasha stopped him. Just as Batman was about to say something, Natasha said, "We are not acting in a horror movie, but look at the glass behind her."

Batman followed Natasha's gaze and his pupils shrank suddenly.

When the horrified expression first appeared on Batman's face, it was extremely inconsistent with the deep and serious look.

The glass behind the red ghost was not the back of the ghost, nor the figures of Batman and Natasha, but a pale and thin hand holding a cold knife.

It was obviously not the ghost's hand.

Batman and Natasha shouted at the same time when they saw the hand: "Run!"

The two turned around and ran, and their speed was more than twice as fast as before. They rushed through the corridor almost instantly. At the same time, a sharp ghost howl came from behind.

The light bulbs and tiles in the corridor began to shake wildly again, and the debris kept falling on Batman and Natasha. Seeing that they were about to reach another staircase, Batman reached out and pulled Natasha, and the two rushed into the nearest ward.

It was strangely quiet here, only two patients were sleeping. Their medication list was hung on the head of the bed, which showed that they had taken today's medication. Batman glanced at it and found that both of them were schizophrenic, and the medication and dosage they took were similar.

Perhaps because of the medication, the two slept very deeply and were not awakened by the noise made by Batman and Natasha.

The two people in the dark exchanged glances with the faint light coming in from the window, and saw the incredible look in each other's eyes.

"I'm sure it's not an illusion." Batman spoke first.

"Then things will be troublesome." Natasha responded.

"Leave here first." Batman looked around and decided to leave this somewhat small ward first to prevent any accidents. The place was too small to do anything.

Natasha and Batman walked out one after the other. Just after taking two steps, they heard a thudding sound behind them. Batman turned around and saw the patient on the bed by the window sitting up.

"Ghost possession." Natasha immediately said the name of this phenomenon, but she hesitated and tiptoed and said, "The question is which ghost is possessed, it can't be..."

The patient who sat up suddenly twitched a few times, stood up suddenly, stretched out his hands and rushed towards Natasha and Batman.

Batman didn't even dodge, and kicked the patient who rushed over directly. Natasha breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, it's not, I said we were hallucinating."

Then the second patient also sat up. Before Batman could do anything, Natasha walked over and knocked him unconscious with a punch.

Natasha pushed open the door and looked out. The corridor was still very quiet, gloomy and cold. It seemed that only their ward had something wrong.

A cold wind blew past the female agent, and her long red hair fluttered. Natasha turned her head to look in the direction of the wind, and sure enough, she saw the red figure again.

Natasha couldn't help but look at the window behind the red ghost, and the pale hand holding the boning knife revealed more of it.

With a bang, Natasha slammed the door shut, turned around and leaned her back against the door, looked at Batman with a look as if she had seen a ghost and said, "It's not an illusion, it's Schiller!"