Chapter 165: Who is playing the doctor

A lot of bedding was thrown in the middle of the dark corridor, and there seemed to be something hidden underneath.
Chen Ge opened one casually with a hammer, and under the moldy quilt was a dummy made of sheets and pillows.
The workmanship is rough, barely able to see the shape of a person.
What is more horrible is that a face is drawn on the pillow with colored pencils, eyes, nose, and cracked mouth. It is obviously like a graffiti for a child, but it makes Chen Ge feel horrified.
"It shouldn't be."
Chen Geqiang endured the urge to crush them with a hammer, thinking about it.
"The twenty-four puppets in the horror room are more scary than the dummies made from these pillow sheets no matter in what way. I have no feeling of fear when facing these puppets. , But I always feel uneasy. "
He flipped the dummy, and on the back of the pillow, he wrote a strange name Li Chunyan.
"How come there are names?" These dummies are like children playing house games. Children sometimes use dummies and puppets to act as parents, or use them to refer to one of the realities. people.
Spreading salt on the dummy's face, Chen Ge observed for two or three minutes. The dummy didn't show any changes. Then he walked a few steps away and opened another bed underneath. Dummy.
"Zhang Qisi?" A name is also written on the back of the dummy.
Chen Ge looked at the worn bedding in the hallway, and felt a chill in his back. "Is there a name behind every dummy? Are these dummy actually referring to living people?"
The raised bedding in the hallway looked like a grave bag. Chen Ge sweated in the hand holding the broken skull hammer. He felt that after completing this trial task, his courage would become bigger than before. .
As soon as I walked out a dozen meters, two bags of salt had been sprinkled.
Facts have proved that salt is not very good for dirty things. The uncomfortable breath in the corridor has not weakened, but has become stronger.
"Let's save some last bag of salt, you can't waste it anymore." Chen Ge will look back every time he walks a few steps away. He is very worried that he has encountered the classic scenes in the horror film and walked all the way. There was a row of dummies swaying behind.
His muscles were tight, Chen Ge had made up his mind. Even if there was a dummy standing up behind him, he would rush to it as soon as possible, smash it, and then make up a knife with a pig-killing knife.
"Don't panic, I still have a lot of hole cards." Chen Ge didn't know whether he was introducing to the friends in the live broadcast room or comforting himself. In short, as he continued to penetrate the third sick building, the popularity of the live broadcast room It is also climbing at a terrifying rate. On the other hand, Qin Guang has fallen into a bottleneck there, and his popularity is waning. Now he is relying on Shenhao to reward him.
The ward of the third ward is different from the other two wards. All wards are single rooms. What's weird is that there is no bed in the ward, it seems that no one has ever lived.
"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 vacant rooms for?"
All wards are unnumbered, with uniform door panels and uniform white paint, but they never seem to have been opened and should not be used to house patients.
"The first sick building is overcrowded, and many beds are even arranged in the aisle. This third sick building is actually empty. I would rather not leave the patient empty. Is there any deep reason?"
Chen Ge walked very carefully. When he walked to the middle of the fourth floor corridor, the smell in the air suddenly increased.
In addition to the cold wind in the ear, there was another sound.
It's hard to describe, like there are countless people breathing hard and want to wake up from a nightmare.
The flashlight was shining all around, and the uneasiness in Chen Ge's heart grew stronger. His back was pressed against the wall, and he took out his phone and glanced at the time.
"Twelve midnight!"
While Chen Ge was looking at his cell phone, in a room downstairs from the third sick building, the door was pushed open.
The feeling was very peculiar, the voice clearly came from downstairs, but it seemed to ring in my ears.
"The blood door in the horror house's mirror will open for a minute every midnight. Is the door in this third sick building the same as the door in my haunted house?"
The door will appear at midnight, but it will not open voluntarily. When the door push sounds, it indicates that something has run out behind the door.
"Wang Haiming said in the passage that he completed the final ceremony in the bathroom, and it seems that only the bathroom has a relatively large mirror in the rehabilitation center."
After twelve o'clock, the whole sick building became different, as if the sleeping monster was waking up.
Coming to the deepest part of the fourth floor, Chen Ge stood at the entrance of the corridor and looked down. The dark stairs and the steps extended into the darkness.
No one knows what is hidden inside, and it is not clear what will rush out from an unexpected angle in the next moment.
Chen Ge's eyes flicked gently. He grabbed the tool hammer and stood at the entrance of the corridor, thinking for a moment, turning off the flashlight.
The third sick building hides insane patients, dead souls, and monsters running out of the blood gate, which can be said to be step by step.
In this case, the bright light of the flashlight will expose 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 to the present, Chen Ge is not without gains, at least his relationship with the white cat is much better.
Originally, the white cat ignored his love, and after entering the deep corridor of the third sick building, the white cat jumped to his shoulder actively, his claws clutched his clothes and backpack tightly, and even a pair of death would not loose his claws. Look.
"Don't be afraid, everything hasn't gone beyond control." Chen Ge touched the white cat's head. The grumpy white cat rarely had no resistance, and a pair of heterochromatic cat pupils stared at the darkness in the distance.
Going downstairs in the dark, the steps seemed to be the same. Chen Ge took a minute or two to move to the third floor.
The window is blocked ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The third floor is darker than the fourth floor, and you can only vaguely see the futons bulging in the corridor.
"The deformed face entered the third sick building as if it disappeared. There were no shoemarks on the ground. Where would he hide now? Hiding in a room? Or hiding under the bedding, ready to attack at any time?"
There is also a nurse's station on the corner of the third floor. What's strange is that all the medicines and records in the counter are neatly arranged, which makes Chen Ge feel strange that there is no dust in the counters, just like it has been In normal use.
Turning into the nurse's station, Chen Ge found that there were many tablets on the counter. The tablets of different colors were packed in small white paper bags with the names of the patients written on them.
"Li Chunyan? Zhang Qisi? Are these two names not posted on the back of the fourth-floor dummies? Do some people dispense the dummies every night?" Chen Ge had a somewhat absurd idea in his heart. There is a child playing games, he made dummy to act as a patient, pretend to be a doctor to prescribe medicine for them.
"Playing such games in the third sick building in the middle of the night?" Chen Ge looked at the names on the counter and always felt that he had ignored something.