Chapter 114: .Jingsuitai Expressway (4)

Finally appeared.
At the end of the dark and narrow, at the end of the third branch road, a dark red, rusty iron lock that could not see the original shape was locked into sight.
The door was rotted by the bubbles of the tide, and a large mass of mold was wrapped in a piece, and even a strange and densely colored mushroom was born underneath. On the wall next to the door, there was a wooden sign that was so rusty that it could not see its original color.
Zhong Xiao narrowed his eyes and recognized for a long time: "Lu Lu...... Department? What do you mean?"
Lan Xin corrected: "The two land are connected, and should be used as numbers. This seems to be the troop number... The 661 troop emergency passage? There may be a building behind this."
Jingsuitai County, which was not inferred by Zhong Xiao, was considered to have found a clue, and Lan Xin did not continue to grasp this point. She condensed the mud claws and broke the fragile iron lock, but the wooden door bubbled up so much that it took some effort to open it.
It was so rich that it almost smelt out of the musty smell.
Lan Xin couldn't stop coughing and receding, and after adjusting for a long time, he began to observe the environment.
Behind the wooden door, there was a long corridor that was not wide. Obviously the interior decoration, the concrete floor, the wall skin was barely painted with white paint, but unfortunately peeled off 90%, the wall skin fell to the ground, covered by mold. The original electric lamp hung on the top of the corridor, and there were oil lamp stands on the wall. Zhao Pengtian wanted to light it, but found that there was no lamp oil in it.
After the flashlight was swept away, I could vaguely see that there were many small rooms on both sides of the corridor, such as offices and dormitories. The inside was quiet and the wind was quiet, and it seemed not dangerous.
Voigt took the lead and stepped in with his original face.
Yuan Rong noticed that there was a piece of paper posted behind the door.
【Precautions】
Don't disturb the patient to rest.
Do not waste%#.
Follow the doctor's advice.
The words in the second line are vague, and one word is unclear, but the first and third notes indicate that this paper is a clue given by the test world.
Lan Xin, who was close behind him, looked around and didn't notice. Zhong Xiao was cautious, looking down at Yuan Rong's eyes, his expression awkward. Unexpectedly, he did not ask his companions to see, but pretended not to find anything, learning others to wander around for a while, tearing off the paper and putting it into the storage space quickly while no one was paying attention.
Close to the air defense tunnel, it turned out to be a hospital.
It can be drawn from the maps and large posters posted on the corridor that this is called "Heji Temporary Hospital in Wartime", and it has made outstanding achievements in wartime. It has received and rescued many injured patients and was awarded by the state.
What's interesting is that this hospital was built very early. As early as the Republic of China, there was such a hospital. From the map, when the hospital was built, there was no shelter.
It was also written above that the temporary hospital was originally called Heji Hospital, which was built by foreign missionaries and the government from the Republic of China period, and became a public welfare neutral organization after the war.
The infinite amount of information contradicts the original content. In his mouth, "small villages in mountains" and Jingsuitai County, "away from the flames of war", there appeared a hospital built before the war and had outstanding achievements in wartime.
The sight cast by Lan Xin was hot. Although Voigt didn't say a word, he could feel his suspiciousness.
Yuan Rong panicked, his lips trembling: "Here, this is actually... Let's go back, okay?"
His reaction was too violent, and Lan Xin wondered: "What's wrong here? What do you know?"
The original appearance was like a shocked aphasia, buried his head in Voigt's arms, kept silent, and murmured in fear: "Go back, go back, you can't wait here..."
The others looked at each other and found the right place. It can make the characters of the quiet all the way react violently, this must be the key place!
Lan Xin's tone was soft, and he coaxed it for a long time, and said that they were ready, and they left immediately if something happened.
Yuan Rong shivered and said, "Heji and Jiye have many ghosts, and Jihe are on the earth; the of the river eats the face of a Bodhisattva, and the white ghost of the foreigner..."
As Yuan Rong's last trembling voice fell down, a long wind slowly blew through the gaps in the building, and an old woman's wailing wail blew, making people tremble. The door behind was squeaking, and in the eyes of everyone, "Boom" died together!
This is by no means wind-powered, and the swelled wooden door opened by the Divine Divine Master Lan Xin just a waste of time!
Zhong Xiao explored from afar, his expression changed drastically and shouted, "Look at that door handle!"
Everyone took a closer look and stared in fear.
Behind the shabby wooden door covered with mildew dust, there was a clear trace of who slapped his hand, and the mildew around him peeled off, as if someone had vigorously closed the door just now.
But everyone remembered that after the group entered the door, Voigt held the original appearance at the forefront, Zhong Xiao, Lan Xin, and Zhao Pengtian were discussing in the middle. Both Xu Yingjie and the back of the little fat girl were far away from the wooden door, impossible Who closed the door?
Looking at everyone's hands, they are also clean and without traces.
It is impossible here, it is really a supernatural world.
Everyone's face changed a lot, and Xu Yingjie showed a smile that was even uglier than crying: "You, can you make it clear, what do you mean..."
Yuan Rong was really terrified. He talked about the local dialects that he could not understand for a long time, like blessing and leaving. For a long time, he said gently: "This is not Jingsuitai County. This is... Heji County."
According to him, Heji County is the neighboring county of Jingsuitai County. Before the establishment of Xinhuaxia, the two had no contact between Heji River and Heji Mountain. Later, the Heji River was diverted, and a tunnel was built in Heji Mountain. Jingsuitai County was near Heji County, and the state gave priority to building roads.
But in fact, people in Jingsuitai County avoid Heji County like a viper.
In his words: you can't tell whether the person you are dealing with in Ji County is a person or a ghost.
"What do you say?" Zhong Xiao puzzled. "Haji County has a problem?"
Yuan Rong didn't say a word, just lying in Voigt's arms.
"Damn, there is no clue," Zhong Xiaoqi kicked the wall. "This broken boy, he will not speak at the critical moment!"
Lan Xin stopped him, what she thought: "He Jihe, water ghosts, and foreigners in white clothes are mentioned in the oil painting poems. Foreigners in white clothes obviously refer to doctors supported by foreign countries in wartime, what they might do, such as the human body Test one. And he also said that Heji River changed its route after the establishment of Xinhuaxia. But when Xinhuaxia was established, I did not remember that there was an excessive water conservancy problem, and that the water conservancy project of Daxing might not have happened after the accident. There is no way to use scientific explanations to force governance."
She concluded: "There are currently three breakthroughs. The Japanese army in Jingsuitai's death; the white man in the hospital, and the water ghost after the accident at Heji River. Which one do you think may cause the road blockade?"
Here comes, Rongrong raises his ears: the mission of the square camp.
Zhao Pengtian lost his mind: "These three worlds are possible in a strange world. As soon as the haunting, the highway people die unexplained, the police can't find the clue, so they will block."
"Do you mean, these three are all?" The little fat girl shook her head, "I think, that's not what it means in petrol poems." Facing Lan's eyes, the little fat girl snorted: "The same poem won't mean too much Many. The river eats people, and the white clothes demons have created the Heji river scene. Is this a more reasonable understanding? Ancient people all doubted the gods and ghosts, and a few people drowned in the river. I think the focus is on the White Devil. For example... human experiments, throwing corpses at random in the river. The virus spreads along the river and harms the upstream and downstream villages..."
Following her train of thoughts, Lan Xin went on: "The unexplained and innocent soul has become a water ghost and continues to harm people?"
This thought seems to be fine, but Lan Xin always feels like he is in the throat.
"Continue to investigate," Voigt said in a deep voice. His voice was low and magnetic, and he taught people unreasonable trust. "We have just entered the hospital, and there are many clues."
The corridor is about a dozen meters, and the small rooms on both sides, unexpected and unexpected, are not wards, but morgues.
The old-fashioned metal door rust is too serious. The rust that grows in the door gap is tightly closed. If you want to enter, you must force the door to break.
Zhong Xiao took a punch and broke it. There were only a dozen side-by-side iron-frame beds without sheets. A few nails were nailed to the wall and nothing was hung.
Judging from the size of the corridor, this hospital is not large. Turning over the small corridor, an extremely long corridor appeared, connecting several large rooms and other small corridors. The map shows that, like the "661 emergency channel" they came in, there are the same seven, that is to say, the eight branch roads branching out of the air raid shelter, each end must be this hospital.
The chubby girl complained about a false alarm, but Lan Xin felt strange. She blinked a few times, and finally said nothing.
There is no second floor in the hospital, only the very long first floor communicated by the main corridor. The pedestrians are taking the leftmost route. Looking to the right, they can't see their heads because of the darkness.
In the darkness that seemed to be boundlessly enveloping all the people, everyone's heart was small and desolate.
Where are they now? Above ground, underground? Or... just below the "Heji Mountain" in the original mouth?
Looking up, I found that although the hospital building was old, the ceiling was surprisingly high. When the visibility was extremely low, I couldn't see the outline of the suspended ceiling.
...I wonder if it is an illusion. This too high dome reminds Yuan Rong of the main hall in the temple.
Suddenly there was a squeak in the back, and the iron wheel with rust stuck sliding forward, startled everyone, and looked closely, but it was just a small iron trolley, and I slid out of nowhere.
The four wheels of the small cart were rusted and two, and twisted and twisted irregularly. Zhong Xiao extended a foot to stop it, stopping the uncomfortable squeak.
A small cart is a kind of medical equipment commonly used in hospitals. There is a large hemostatic forceps on it. This common thing is strange here.
Zhong Xiao was daring, so he reached for it when he reached out, and then he froze.
"Don't touch it and be careful," Lan Xin frowned. "There's nothing regular about the accident in the spiritual world. Take care of yourself."
Zhong Xiao spread his hands, his eyes glanced, and then laughed. He smiled innocently at Yuanyuan: "Brother, you come and get it."
His meaning is very clear, it is most appropriate to let the characters of the plot touch the things of the local world.
Voigt looked down, holding the original face sideways without trace, without words.
Yuan Rong glanced timidly outward, and then slightly retracted his head.
In the end, the chubby girl was very brave, put on a wire cut-resistant glove, and took it carefully.
The hemostatic forceps did not show any rust-it seemed that the doctor's operating room had just been cleaned, clean and new, and it was incompatible with the entire desolate and desolate environment. But beyond that, there is no clue.
Xu Yingjie looked down, and there were still a few sheets of paper on the cart.
"Passing discharge application?"
The paper is kept in this environment for a long time. It is soft and crisp, and the corners are rotten. The chubby girl quickly took off the wire gloves and looked at it, murmured:
"Three brothers, Zhao Tian, ​​are expected to be discharged on July 3, and the treatment effect is not as expected. Clinician Svint applied to extend the bed.
"Meng Changcui and his wife are expected to be discharged on July 10. The treatment effect is not as expected, and clinician Celia applied to extend the bed.
"Meng Dongjian and his three-year-old daughter are expected to be discharged on July 11..."
The list was densely written in three or four pages with thick pens, all of which were applications for delayed discharge. Xu Yingjie noted that their expected discharge time was concentrated from July to August.
There are adults, there are elderly children, it seems that the plague or war spread, the probability is the latter.
But why the treatment effect is not up to standard?
"Isn't it because the patient base is large, so the treatment effect of a small percentage of people is unsatisfactory. I wrote a piece of paper densely and it looks like a lot," Zhong Xiao speculated.
What he said was not unreasonable. Lan Xin carefully looked through it several times, and there was no better conclusion: "The surname Zhao and Meng accounted for 90%. It should be the surname of this village."
She easily put a few pages of paper into the storage space, and saw that the small cart suddenly slid again, squeaking slowly to the corner, "Boom" hit the wall, and stopped moving.
"True evil gate..."
"I feel very uncomfortable, it's so dark during the day here, it's dark and tide everywhere... Am I crazy, I always feel that in the dark, who is watching me..."
"When you say that, I think so too. Damn, what kind of sickness do they have! I have never seen this happen..."
"It's not necessarily sick," Zhao Pengtian thought for a while. "The war, the war spreads hundreds of times, and the bed is not enough to rely on the application. It is normal for us to investigate first."
From the map, there is a small corridor in the morgue. There are three operating rooms on the left side of the large corridor, and three smaller clinics on the right side. A corridor in the middle is a row of wards.
"Look at the clinic first?" Lan Xin made the decision. "There may be clues where the doctor is sitting."
"Go to the operating room! Sin, we have lost a companion again, we can't continue this road...stop him..."
"It's really exhausting, when will these days end...they have no hope, neither do we. Just below the mountain, where the sun can't shine, it's flooded like ants..."
"Don't say this kind of frustration!" Zhong Xiao couldn't take it anymore, groaning anxiously, "Xu Yingjie, I know Tian Jiajia is dead, you are uncomfortable, who is not uncomfortable? Does discomfort make you live? Do you want to die? Everyone, look for clues!"
Xu Yingjie stood still.
The group walked a few steps and realized that he was not right. Lan Xin stared at Zhong Xiao, who was straight-talking, and urged softly, "Yingjie, adjust your mindset."
But he only listened to Xu Yingjie's teeth clucking and fighting, as if experiencing something unacceptable, and slowly said, "Who did you just talk to?"