Zhang De was so scared that he quickly turned around, hugged the chair and ran out.

He threw the chair under the skylight and stepped on it without waiting for the chair to be placed firmly.

Zhang De is 1.8 meters tall, and the height of the old wooden chair is just enough to allow him to reach the skylight above his head.

He has been in the office for more than 20 years. He played basketball when he was in school and had a good figure he had learned to play football had long been replaced by fat.

But when he grabbed the edge of the skylight, it seemed that powerful force was inspired in his body.

The cell phone fell from his hand and hit the ground, and the light went out.

The voice-controlled lights in the corridor did not illuminate because of this loud noise.

Zhang De felt that this was the final countdown.

He pulled himself up to the skylight with both hands.

As soon as he stretched out his head, Zhang De saw something squatting on the roof.

That thing has a human head, limbs and body, but it allows anyone to confirm that it is not his own kind when they see it at the first sight.

It was obviously thin and small, with no flesh at all, but it was so huge that it could entrench the entire roof. With its huge and exaggerated eyes, it approached the entrance of the skylight and stared at Zhang De.

As soon as Zhang De relaxed his hand, his body was about to fall. The thing raised his fingers and hooked his palm.

His palm was pierced by a hook, and he looked like a duck hanging in a display window in a roast duck shop.

Zhang De did not scream or scream, he could only hear his thunderous heartbeat.

The thing's eyes moved inside the eye sockets.

Zhang De knew it diverted his eyes.

Just like Xu Hongcai was then, it did not look at itself at this time.

Zhang De also moved his sight like he was facing Xu Hongcai.

Below him was the chair he moved himself, the phone he dropped on the ground.

Snap.

Something stepped on his phone.

Zhang De heard a strange laugh.

He looked up and saw the thing grinning and laughing.

Zhang De's body was lifted upwards.

It seemed that his feet had touched something, and the pain of the cold bone marrow stretched upwards along his feet, extending to the palm of his hand being held.

The superimposed pain made him tremble.

Some liquid dripped over his head and flowed through his ears.

Zhang De heard a sound other than his heartbeat.

“…”

What?

"……put……"

Is it a voice?

“…Let him go!”

Zhang De raised his head with difficulty.

A figure jumped past the roof.

What originally looked extremely huge now seemed to be just a thin person, and was easily knocked away by the other party.

Zhang De's hand was pulled, and the hook hooked on the back of his hand to tear off a piece of his flesh and loosened his clamp.

Zhang De fell from mid-air and hit a chair on his back, which made him so painful that he didn't breathe.

A young girl's face filled the skylight and also filled Zhang De's gaze.

There is no doubt that she is young, but the girl is very haggard, just like the patients Zhang De sees every day. Her mental state is very bad. There is fear in her eyes, anxious expressions, and her lips are trembling.

Obviously afraid, the girl still mustered up the courage.

"Run! Ahhhh--" The girl was pressed down on her face by something and pushed directly out of the skylight.

Zhang De wanted to run, but as soon as he got up, his memory showed black and white photos of Xu Hongcai's words and Yin Shikang.

"...It's the place I rented. There was a girl in that community, a college student. Maybe she asked me to go to the Third Hospital to find Yin Shikang..."

Who would be a person who asked someone to seek death?

Zhang De turned his head and looked at the skylight where only the night sky was left.

He held the chair again and climbed up to the skylight.

The pain in his hands and his elderly body made him spend a lot of effort to successfully climb to the top of the stairs.

The figure of that thing was gone on the roof, and the girl who looked like a college student was gone.

Zhang De shivered by the cold wind on the roof.

He moved his steps unconsciously and suddenly felt his feet slip.

The moonlight fell on the roof at some point.

Zhang De raised his foot and saw what he stepped on.

That's his blood.

He works in a hospital, but he doesn't often get blood due to department reasons. However, as a doctor, he always knows human blood.

Zhang De followed the bloodstain and staggered to the edge of the building.

He knelt on the ground and looked down.

The street lights downstairs were dim and it was impossible to see what was happening on the ground.

Suddenly, the street lights lit up.

Just as the switches in the entire community are turned on, all the extinguished street lights and the unopened corridor voice control lights are on.

Zhang De only felt the light was dazzling. At the same time, light surged into his retina, strange emotions also poured into his brain.

Furious, fear, hysteria, and a sense of hunger that has nowhere to vent...

Just like the psychological world of the most serious mental patient is reflected in Zhang De's heart. Zhang De has been a psychiatrist for twenty years, but this is the first time in his life that he intuitively feels the world of mental illness.

It is not the symptoms and causes that are stereotyped in the textbook, nor is it the vague and difficult description shared by academic masters. Everything is spread out in front of Zhang De.

The emotions were like a tide, and after sweeping through it, it actually brought a hot temperature, and then it quickly receded.

At that moment, Zhang De seemed to hear the sound of some kind of bird.

The line of vision returned to normal with auditory hallucinations.

Zhang De lowered his head, and this time he could see clearly what was going on downstairs.

There was a girl sitting downstairs, the girl he just saw.

There were two people standing beside the girl, one old and one young, and the old seemed to comfort the crying and trembling girl.

After a while, another girl turned out from behind the residential building, dragging a personal object in her hand.

Zhang De recognized it, it was the thing he had just grabbed him.

He reflexively hugged the hand in his hand.

The tentacles are rough, but there is no sticky liquid.

Zhang De looked at his hand and found that there was a mark like a birthmark on his hand, but there was no wound.

He felt aroused in his heart and looked downstairs again.

The young man looked up with the girl who was dragging the thing and looked at him firmly.

It was clearly so far away, but Zhang De could see the emotions in the eyes of the two. He also instantly understood that the "girl" he thought was probably not young, and was completely different from the crying girl.

The old man didn't look at Zhang De, patted the girl's head and helped her up.

The woman didn't take Zhang De seriously. She glanced at him and raised her hand. She didn't know what she had done, and the things she dragged were weathered and disappeared.

As for that man...

Zhang De looked at him, feeling nervous.

The woman said something, and the man's hesitant expression stopped looking at Zhang De. He sighed helplessly, and the man helped the old man raise the girl and walked in the other direction.

Zhang De knew that it was not the direction of leaving the community.

They didn't leave the community...

The girl lives in the community...

A week later, Xu Hongcai was discharged from the hospital and his luggage was sent back by express delivery. He left the hospital alone with a cane.
Chapter completed!