Song Qi smiled apologetically at everyone, stood outside the door and said:

"There is a patient named Ye Feng living here, suffering from severe paranoia of being killed. One night two weeks ago, our nurse heard something happening here, so he opened the door and found that Ye Feng was in a state of convulsion. He destroyed all the furnishings in the house one by one. The nurse quickly sent him to the rescue room. After fifteen minutes of rescue, Ye Feng died of acute heart failure."

"Ah...I can feel his resentment!"

Suddenly, the girl Shamatt, who was waving the SLR in her hand like a great dancer, began to roll her eyes and shouted in a vicissitudes of her age:

"You, what did you do to him...why, why is he so painful inside?"

Zhang Hu'en opened his mouth and looked at the girl who was dancing at the door, thinking that this was too irritating. Before this started, you just got to the point. Isn't it too fake?

"Miss Liang...Miss Liang, what have you seen?"

Song Qi's face turned black, but due to the dean's face, he did not directly refute Liang Yulan, but just followed her movements and said. Liang Yulan suddenly stared at Song Qi, her eyes full of resentment and blame, and asked in a bad tone:

"Why do you do this?"

Song Qi frowned when she asked, and a trace of anger flashed in her eyes was caught by Liang Yulan. Liang Yulan knew that she had acted, so she quickly covered her head with her hands and shook it, and her mouth kept moaning painfully:

"Why, what's wrong with me, my head hurts so much."

Her artificial performance made the people around her laugh. The two police officers standing inside to take photos were impatient. He Wenyu said to her bluntly:

"Okay, you've taken other people's money. It's enough to act. Don't mess with our work here!"

Song Qi said helplessly to He Wenyu and led everyone to the next accident site. As she walked, Master Su Mosheng was unwilling to follow him. He took out a compass and looked carefully, and soon walked towards the direction guided by the compass. Song Qi couldn't stop him and could only lead everyone to follow Master Su, but the psychic girl started to make trouble again. She felt that her position had been ignored, so she firmly opposed following Su Mosheng. Zhang Hu'en didn't care. Standing there was like watching a show, watching them sing a big show.

Originally, if there are too many people, how can you ask the masters and girls to display their talents? Nowadays, scammers are relatively high-end, but they are not the kind of scammers who just took money and did it in a hurry. At least they did enough tricks and played enough tricks. No matter how they did, they could make the financial backer worth the ticket price, right?

The psychic girl, Master Su and Bodyguard Hong quickly parted ways, leaving Song Qi to lead Zhang Hu'en toward the next accident site speechlessly.

"Master Zhang, let's go here."

"You don't need to call me Master Zhang, just call me Zhang Hu'en."

"Okay. Mr. Zhang, the second place is around the corner in front. Please come with me."

Zhang Hu'en followed Song Qi. There was nothing strange about this woman, but if she could stay in this strange place, there would be no normal person anymore.

After following Song Qi around Building B, he looked at the next three accident scenes. Zhang Hu'en, who felt that it was useless, followed Song Qi back to the hospital cafeteria next to the conference room. Before the psychic girl and Master Su came back, the two policemen sat there early with peace of mind. President Li and a chef named Yang Renying were cooking meals in the kitchen of the cafeteria. It seemed that this was a fixed pattern. Anyone who came to investigate would take care of a full meal.

Liu Quanyou sat on a stool and was writing on the table. When He Wenyu, who was standing beside him, began to mock them when he saw Song Qi and Zhang Hu'en coming in:

"How about it? What did you find out? You ghost-catching masters?"

Zhang Huen laughed dryly, sat on the table opposite them, took out a book of the "Mahayana Sutra" from his bag and read it. Recently, he discovered that reading different Buddhist scriptures can increase his Buddhist cultivation. Although he didn't know what it was for, it was better than nothing, and it was also an excellent way to cultivate one's own self-cultivation.

Seeing that Zhang Hu'en ignored him, He Wenyu felt bored and did not provoke him again. Li Xingshi made some coffee for everyone. In such an environment, it would be good to be able to relieve his spirits. Although it is likely that he would be useless again, Li Xingshi, the host, is really good, at least let everyone eat their fill first and then do things.

Soon, the tabletop was filled with their hospital stocks, ham, cheese salad, sausage, stir-fried corn, boiled beef, spicy chicken, tomato and egg flower soup and a bucket of hot white rice.

Liang Yulan, Su Mosheng, and Hong Jin rushed back on time at the meal time. Everyone sat silently at the table, looking at the fragrant dishes on the table with different expressions.

Li Xingshi originally wanted to say something, but seeing the atmosphere was so dull, he was too lazy to say it. He only said that the meal was about to start. Everyone picked up the white rice and started to snatch the food on the dining table. As they were eating, Liang Yulan suddenly dragged her chin and grabbed a piece of vegetable with chopsticks, saying:

"I can feel that this place is full of resentment... If I read it correctly, the souls everywhere here should be the unfortunate patients in the accident...."

"Enough, can you stop ruining my appetite? Don't say that there is no soul here. Even if there is a soul, it is not something that a yellow-haired girl like you can see."

Su Mosheng, who was sitting opposite, shook his head and immediately aroused Liang Yulan's dissatisfaction. Everyone came to make a living. Do you need to tear your face and ruin other people's affairs? She said to Su Mosheng with a weird expression:

"Master Su, I can see how vicious the soul entangled on you is. I think you must have done a lot of things that are harmful to the world before you are entangled by these evil spirits, like you..."

Su Mosheng slapped the table and stood up and said to Li Xing:

"Director Li, I came to you because of my old friend's face. I thought you were sincere this time, but I didn't expect that I would invite others on my back, or... some people who are ignorant of the world. I think it's better not to read this Feng Shui, Hong Jin, let's go."

Li Xingshi shouted Master Su's name and chased Master Su's butt out of the cafeteria. Liang Yulan showed a victorious expression, which made He Wenyu on the opposite side feel the urge to laugh. It was indeed a taboo for his peers. It was really funny that the scammers could even make a fucking fuck together.

Everyone finished the meal speechlessly. According to the arrangement, they should have lived. Master Su, who was finally invited back by Li Xingshi, was angry and refused to investigate with the psychic girl. The group of eight people were scattered. Zhang Hu'en followed Song Qi and walked towards the ward of Building C connecting Building B.

When he walked to the second floor passage connecting Building B and Building C, Zhang Hu'en felt that the vision in front suddenly became darker. He asked Song Qi in a low voice:

"Director Song, the light suddenly became much darker."

Song Qi nodded and said:

"Indeed, because Building C is a place that specializes in treating stress patients, they are very sensitive to the stimulation of light, sound and odor, so the materials and decoration of the building use sound insulation and light insulation design. Building C is also the quietest place in the three wards."

The two walked in the deep corridor on the second floor, and the sound of footsteps kept coming back from the air and drilled into their ears. Zhang Hu'en looked at Song Qi's shoulders and made a slight tremor. Every step she took her high heels had a pause. It seemed that the woman was extremely scared in her heart, but she didn't know what exactly made her persevere and stayed in this haunted mental hospital.

Her pace was getting slower and slower. She turned a corner and stopped at the door of the c-225 ward. She watched Song Qi take a deep breath and opened the door in front of her. Zhang Hu'en leaned over and looked inside through the seal, and there was no one inside.

The quilts were stacked very neatly on the bed, but only here. Other places, floors, and walls were covered with black marks and some spots. The whole room looked very dark, but the black marks were still so obvious in the dim space, hitting Zhang Hu'en's eyes again and again.

"The person who died here is Song Hua, and he is my brother."

Song Qi's words without any emotion penetrated into Zhang Hu'en's ears, and a cold air blew from the end of the corridor. He felt cold all over, sweat involuntarily oozing out from his back, and then he laughed in his heart. The atmosphere was good, but unfortunately it was still too pediatric for him.

"Oh, Director Song's brother is also a patient?"

Song Qi also felt the cold wind. She hugged her hands with trembling hands, and her pupils dilated, saying:

"Yes, the reason I studied psychiatry is to cure my brother. Unfortunately, he didn't wait until this moment..."

"The deceased is gone, don't be too sad, but what happened to him? Why are there bloodstains in the other parts of this room except for the beds that are clean?"

Song Qi suddenly turned around and looked at him, his eyes full of fear.

"What did you say? Bloodstains... Where is the bloodstains?"

Zhang Hu'en pointed to the ground and the wall and said:

"There is a large pool of oval blood here, about half a meter long and 30 cm wide pool of blood. There are some splattering blood spots around it, and there are several blood marks next to it. There are a blood mark on the end of the blood mark. There are more blood spots on the wall. Except for the side facing the bed, the other three walls are covered with splattering blood spots. By the way...ah... Director Song..."

Zhang Hu'en looked back and found that Song Qi had leaned against the wall of the corridor. Her eyes were full of fear and could no longer hide it. She turned around and ran towards B on her high heels. She was in a mess and almost sprained her ankle several times.

Zhang Hu'en strangely turned on the switch next to the room, and a clean and smooth room appeared in front of him, where there were spots of blood that he said existed. Zhang Hu'en, who did not believe in evil, turned off the light, and the black mark appeared in the room again. After turning it back and forth a few times, he was finally sure that only he could see the blood in the room. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better, updated and faster!
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