Chapter 165 Who Is Playing the Doctor
There were a lot of bedding thrown in the middle of the dark corridor, and there seemed to be something hidden under the bulge.
Chen Ge casually opened one with a hammer, and under the musty quilt was a dummy made of sheets and pillows.
The workmanship is rough, and the shape of a person can barely be seen.
What's more terrifying is that a face, eyes, nose, and split mouth were drawn on the pillow with crayons. It was like a child's graffiti, but it made Chen Ge feel creepy.
"Shouldn't be."
Chen Ge resisted the urge to smash them with a hammer and thought.
"The twenty-four dolls in the House of Horrors are more frightening than the dummies made of pillows and sheets in every way. I didn't feel any fear when facing those dolls, but standing beside these dummies , but I always feel uneasy.”
He flipped over the dummy, and on the back of the pillow, a strange person's name Li Chunyan was written.
"How come there is a name?" These dummies are like children playing house games. Children sometimes use dummies and puppets to act as parents, or use them to refer to a certain person in reality. people.
He sprinkled salt on the dummy's face, and Chen Ge observed it for two or three minutes, but the dummy showed no change. Then he walked a few steps away, and opened another quilt, which was also covered with a pillow and sheet. the dummy.
"Zhang Qisi?" A name was also written on the back of the dummy.
Chen Ge looked at the dilapidated bedding piled up in the corridor, and felt a chill on his back. "Does every dummy have a name behind it? Are these dummies actually referring to living people?"
The bulging quilts in the corridor looked like graves. Chen Ge's hand holding the skull crusher was sweating. He felt that after completing this trial mission, he would become more courageous than before. .
Just after walking more than ten meters away, the two bags of salt had already been sprinkled.
It turns out that the effect of salt on dirty things is not very good, and the uncomfortable smell in the corridor has not weakened, but has become stronger.
"Let's save the last bag of salt, don't waste it any more." Every time Chen Ge walked a few steps, he would look back. He was very worried that he would encounter a classic scene in a horror movie, so he walked all the way. A row of dummies staggered behind.
All muscles tense,
Chen Ge has already made up his mind, even if there is a dummy standing up behind him, he will rush over as soon as possible, smash it to pieces, and then use a butcher knife to make up for it.
"Don't panic, I still have a lot of cards that I haven't used yet." Chen Ge didn't know whether he was introducing to the water friends in the live broadcast room or comforting himself. In short, as he continued to penetrate into the third sick room, the popularity of the live broadcast room It is also climbing at a terrifying speed. On the other hand, Qin Guang has fallen into a bottleneck, and his popularity is constantly weakening, and now it is all relying on Shenhao's rewards to support the scene.
The ward in the third ward is different from the other two wards, and all the wards are single rooms. What's more strange is that there is not even a bed in the ward, and it seems that no one has ever lived in it.
"I heard from Dr. Gao that there are only ten wards in the third ward, and there are only nine patients with records. What are these extra empty rooms used for?"
All the wards are unnumbered, with uniform door panels and uniform white paint, but they never seem to be open and should not be used to house patients.
"The first ward is overcrowded, and many beds are even arranged in the aisles. This third ward is actually empty. I would rather leave it empty than live in patients. Is there any deep reason?"
Chen Ge walked very carefully. When he walked to the middle of the corridor on the fourth floor, the stench in the air suddenly increased.
In addition to the cold wind, there was another sound in the ear.
It's hard to describe, it's like there are countless people breathing hard, trying to wake up from a nightmare.
The flashlight illuminated the surroundings, and Chen Ge's anxiety became stronger. With his back firmly against the wall, he took out his mobile phone and glanced at the time.
"Twelve o'clock at midnight!"
While Chen Ge was looking at his phone, there was a sound of the door being pushed open in a room downstairs in the third ward.
That kind of feeling is very strange, the sound is clearly coming from downstairs, but it seems to be ringing in the ear.
"The bloody door in the mirror of the House of Horrors will open for one minute every midnight and early morning. Is the door in this third sick house the same as the door in my haunted house?"
The door will appear at midnight, but it will not open automatically. When the door is pushed, it indicates that something is running out from behind the door.
"Wang Haiming's engraving said that he completed the final ritual in the bathroom, and it seems that only the bathroom has a larger mirror in the rehabilitation center."
After twelve o'clock, the whole ward became different, as if a sleeping monster was waking up.
When he came to the deepest part of the fourth floor, Chen Ge stood at the entrance of the corridor and looked down. The dark stairs, step by step, extended into the darkness.
No one knew what was hidden inside, or what would burst out from an unexpected angle the next moment.
Chen Ge's eyes twitched slightly, he stood at the entrance of the corridor holding the tool hammer, thought for a moment, and turned off the flashlight.
The third ward hides insane patients, unjustly killed souls, and monsters running out of the blood gate, which can be said to be murderous every step of the way.
In this case, the light of the flashlight would reveal himself, making him a living target.
Closing his eyes and opening them again, Chen Ge adjusted his eyes to the darkness, then stepped on the stairs and walked towards the third floor.
From the beginning of this trial mission to the present, Chen Ge has not gained nothing, at least his relationship with the white cat is much better.
Originally, the white cat ignored him, but after entering the depths of the corridor of the third sick building, the white cat jumped on his shoulders, claws tightly on his clothes and backpack, and would not let go of his claws even if he died. look.
"Don't be afraid, everything is not out of control." Chen Ge touched the white cat's head. The grumpy white cat rarely resisted, and a pair of different-colored cat pupils stared at the darkness in the distance.
Going downstairs in the dark, it seemed that there were more steps. It took Chen Ge a minute or two to move to the third floor.
The windows were sealed, the third floor was darker than the fourth, and only the bulging quilts in the corridor could be vaguely seen.
"When the deformed face entered the third ward, it seemed as if it had disappeared. There was not even a shoe print on the ground. Where would he be hiding now? In a certain room? Or would he just hide under the bedding, ready to attack at any time?"
There is also a nurse station on the corner of the third floor. What is strange is that all the medicines and records in the counter are neatly arranged. What makes Chen Ge even more strange is that there is no dust in those counters, as if they have been Same as normal use.
Turning into the nurse station, Chen Ge found that there were a lot of prepared pills on the counter. Pills of different colors were packed in small white paper bags, and the names of the patients were written on the bags.
"Li Chunyan? Zhang Qisi? Aren't these two names posted on the back of the dummy on the fourth floor? Could someone dispense medicine for the dummy every night?" Chen Ge had a somewhat absurd idea in his heart. Like a child playing a game, he made dummies to act as patients, and he pretended to be a doctor to prescribe medicines for them.
"Playing this kind of game in the third sick ward in the middle of the night?" Chen Ge looked at the names on the counter, feeling that he had overlooked something.