Chapter 1839 People in Ward 319

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Yun Hua walked to the hospital bed.

Standing, staring straight at the empty hospital bed.

The hospital bed is an iron bed, the paint on it has peeled off, and many places are rusted. The blue sheets on the bed are fine from a distance, but if you look closely, there are stains everywhere.

The quilt that was rolled up and placed on the bed was also filthy, but because of the blue base, the filth on it could not be seen clearly.

Yun Hua stood in front of the hospital bed for a long time.

Qin Mo stood guard at the door, while Song Ci looked carefully at the room.

nothing unusual...

So, what was Yun Hua looking at?

Except for herself, I'm afraid no one knows.

A few minutes later, when Song Ci was getting more and more nervous, Yun Hua finally turned around and walked out of room 318.

Qin Mo wanted to ask something, but seeing Yun Hua's face, she decisively shut up, or don't ask anything.

Then, Qin Mo thought that Yun Hua was going downstairs, but unexpectedly, she walked towards the next room 319.

This time, Yun Hua's condition was even worse than before.

Her whole body exuded a chilling hostility, an aura that could not be suppressed at all.

Qin Mo even felt a little cold.

She had always known that Yun Hua was not as soft as she appeared on the surface, but when she really opened up her aura, Qin Mo still couldn't bear it...

Yun Hua like this was so cold that no one dared to approach him at all.

There may even be feelings of fear.

Yun Hua stood in front of Ward 319 for a longer time...

Qin Mo couldn't help but glanced in through the window of the door of Ward 319.

"Huh."

Qin Mo was a little surprised.

Song Ci hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

Qin Mo pointed to the window on the door of Room 319 and said, "There is someone here. I thought there was no one on the third floor. But it seems that he is not a patient..."

Before Qin Mo could finish speaking, Song Ci immediately stepped forward to take a look.

Looking inside from the small window on the door, there is actually no one to be seen, because there is a thin curtain in the middle of the room, which blocks the prying sight of outsiders, but the people inside the curtain, the shadow But the reflection came out from the curtain, people couldn't see it, but the shadow could be seen clearly.

The image reflected on the curtain is a person with his hands open as if learning how to fly a bird...

This, which neuropathy is this again?

It's not surprising, the ones locked here are all neurotics, some imitate mushrooms, some imitate plants, and of course some imitate birds. This one may be imitating birds.

Neither Qin Mo nor Song Ci thought too much about it, but at this moment, Yun Hua reached out and wanted to push the door open.

Song Ci immediately reacted and blocked Yun Hua, "There are people inside."

Yun Hua glanced at Song Ci.

At this glance, it was so cold.

Song Ci's heart skipped a beat even at this glance, and his breathing was a little stagnant.

"Do you really want to go in?" He asked with some difficulty.

Yun Hua didn't answer, didn't even nod or shake his head, but just reached out firmly to push the door.

"I'm coming!" Song Ci said hastily.

Afterwards, he gently pushed open the door of ward 319...

The state of mental patients is very unstable. You will not know when they are quiet and normal, and you will not know when they suddenly become manic and violent.

The safest course of action is not to act rashly.

But at this moment, Yun Hua had already come in.

Song Ci winked at Qin Mo, who nodded solemnly.

In the next second, Song Ci quickly pulled the curtain.

His original intention was to pull the curtain open, but he didn't expect that the curtain was not fixed well. When he pulled it so suddenly, the curtain fell directly.

Qin Mo immediately took Yun Hua back a few steps, avoiding the accident of being covered by the curtain, and Song Ci's reaction was also very quick. When the curtain fell, he stretched out his hand and rolled the curtain directly up.

Although in the process of rolling, the curtain inevitably covered the head and lost sight, but this situation lasted very short, and soon, Song Ci rolled up the curtain, and his head was exposed.

He stood facing Yun Hua and Qin Mo, with his back to the people inside.

So when he rolled away the curtain that blocked his vision, the first thing he saw was not the person behind him who was learning how to fly a bird behind the curtain, but Yun Hua and Qin Mo's face.

Yun Hua's face was as gloomy as before, with the feeling that a storm was coming.

What really made Song Ci's heart skip a beat was Qin Mo's expression.

Qin Mo's eyes suddenly widened, and his face was filled with shock, so shocked that she couldn't maintain her emotions anymore!

These thoughts sound slow, but they are actually very fast.

Song Ci opened the curtain, saw the expression on Qin Mo's face, and then he quickly turned his head to look at the person behind him who was learning how to fly a bird, the whole process probably took less than 2 seconds!

And the moment he turned his head, Song Ci was also dumbfounded.

This is……

What's this?

This is not accurate, this is indeed a person, but...

Song Ci couldn't even describe what he saw with his own eyes, it was too... too bloody and bizarre!

This man, kneeling on the ground, with arms outstretched, is suspended from the ceiling by a very thin silk thread at the wrist, allowing his arms to spread out like the wings of a bird.

Because the silk thread binding his wrists to hang his arms was too thin, they couldn't see the thread when they were separated by the curtain just now, they could only see his arms open, as if he was learning how to fly like a bird.

Before, they didn't even realize that this person was a dead person, and they thought it was him who opened his arms to imitate a bird...

But that was nothing.

further down,

"On the ground...is...what is it?" Qin Mo felt his stomach churning and almost vomited.

Song Ci's face was very exciting.

Three words were laid out on the ground with indescribable slices: FOR YOU, HUA!

Song Ci only felt his whole body tense.

Any man who sees this scene will feel chills...

Who on earth is so perverted, killing people, skinning them, disemboweling them, and turning them into eunuchs...

This picture is too impactful and too painful.

Although Song Ci was not afraid, he felt disgusted.

How could the murderer have such a bad taste? It's really...

But what worries him even more is the message left by the murderer with the unspeakable part of the deceased: FOR YOU, HUA!

What does it mean?

For you, draw?

In the end, although the HUA was in pinyin, Song Ci would never think too much about it. He must be talking about Yun Hua's painting.

Meaning, this work is for Yunhua?

But... why!

It really doesn't make sense.