Outside the window is a courtyard, there is nothing but that terrifying pale hand.

What does Zhou Kesheng mean suddenly saying this mean? Can he also see the pale big hand? No, he is the director of a mental hospital, how could he also have fantasy?

He thought of the pale big hand he had told people before, but unfortunately no one believed it, and instead was regarded as a mental illness. Zhou Kesheng must have read this information, so he deliberately said this to get himself caught.

After wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, Xiao Ling thought that he was almost fooled, so he smiled reluctantly and said, "Director, I don't understand what you mean. I had the hallucination of the pale big hand at the beginning, but I have never seen it again after being admitted to the hospital. I am really cured."

Zhou Kesheng ignored Xiao Ling, but he just stared out the window with a very strange look, murmured: "The long-distance bus that had happened was 29 in total. This is the number of people who were scheduled to die, but you became the only survivor and an accident..."

When Zhou Kesheng said this, his body suddenly shook, as if he had woken up from a trance, looked at Xiao Ling, lowered his voice and said, "You... are targeted by 'it' and are doomed."

At this moment, Zhou Kesheng's face was slightly distorted and his eyes were filled with a strange light. Xiao Ling saw it and was creepy. Finally, he couldn't help but scream: "Who are you? What are you talking about?"

Zhou Kesheng suddenly smiled and said, "My name is Zhou Kesheng, I am the director of this hospital. Xiao Ling, remember what I said. If you think it through, you can contact me."

While saying that, he took out a business card from his body and handed it to him and said, "There is my mobile phone number on it, maybe you can use it. You can clean it up and be discharged from the hospital at any time. The hospital has contacted your parents and asked them to pick you up and see that the time should be up."

Zhou Kesheng said as he stood up, then opened the door of the ward and walked out.

Xiao Ling sat on the bed blankly, and a chill surged all over her body. She no longer had the joy of being discharged from the hospital. Instead, her mind was faintly shrouded in her mind with an inexplicable fear.

What happened to this damn Zhou Kesheng? Is he still a doctor like this? Is he just a mental patient?

What brain is installed with a filtering function by mysterious forces, what mental illness sees the real world, what is the predetermined number of deaths, what is the doom, is this old guy cursing me? Or is he deliberately scaring me?

Yes, he intended to stimulate me so that I could continue to get sick or be afraid to be discharged from the hospital. Damn, this traitorous old guy, you can cheat me when I look young, right?

Xiao Ling cursed in his heart and was busy getting up to pack his things.

He held the business card given by Zhou Kesheng in his hand and tried to throw it into the trash can aside several times, but the devil was still there.

After a while, his parents came to pick him up and went home. Zhou Kesheng did not lie to him, and the discharge procedures were completed.

Xiao Ling changed into a new set of clothes and left with his parents.

After leaving the mental hospital where he had been staying for twenty-five days, Xiao Ling let out a long sigh, feeling a little dazed, and felt that the air outside seemed much fresher.

Looking at his parents' smiling faces, he found that it was only more than a month since he had a car accident and his parents seemed to have been several years old, which made Xiao Ling feel a little sad.

"Dad, mom, I'm fine, let's go home." Xiao Ling's voice choked.

Xiao Ling's mother Song Fengqin's eyes had long been red. She nodded and held her son's hand tightly, for fear that once she let go, her son would disappear.

Since Xiao Ling was in a car accident, their family has fallen into a dark hell.

Song Fengqin cried countless times. She couldn't imagine how she had survived the past month. Looking at her son's thin cheeks, Song Fengqin almost burst into tears again.

"We went home. Mom has cooked a lot of good dishes today. It has made you suffer these days."

Xiao Ling said: "Mom, I'm fine, I'm worried about me."

I thought that although I could still see those strange and bizarre things, I could never tell them again, so as not to make them think that they had a mental illness and would worry about themselves again.

His uncle Song Tianhua drove over. Xiao Ling saw Song Tianhua and said hello. He was very close to this uncle. After his accident, Song Tianhua worked a lot.

Song Tianhua reached out and patted his shoulder, saying, "It's all over, get in the car."

Song Fengqin pulled Xiao Ling and was about to get into the seat behind the car together. His father Xiao Hairong got into the co-pilot, and Song Tianhua got into the driver's seat and started the car.

Xiao Ling opened the car door behind, suddenly shook his body, his face suddenly turned pale, and he suddenly took a step back, as if there was some terrible human-eating beast hidden in the car.

"Xiao Ling, what's wrong?" Song Fengqin saw that her son's face suddenly changed color and retreated. She was afraid that something would happen to him again, so she hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed him, then looked at the car, there was nothing in the seat behind.

Xiao Hairong, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, turned around and said, "Xiao Ling, what's wrong? Get in the car."

Xiao Ling's face was pale. He became thinner and thinner these days. He had not seen the sun for many days. His face was as white as a piece of paper. He could see blue veins on his face.

His eyes were wide open and he stared into the car.

He saw a big white hand that was quietly closing, quietly occupying the seat behind the carriage, as if it was like a man-devouring monster, waiting for Xiao Ling.

Xiao Ling knew that his hysteria was not cured, and no one else could see the pale hand, but in his eyes, the pale hand was so real that he could see clearly even his five fingers were slightly moving.

I thought of the pale big hand he witnessed yesterday, quietly twisting a white little man who looked like a hospital cleaner Lao Wu. Today, news came that Lao Wu had a cerebral hemorrhage yesterday and died on the spot.

Now that this pale big hand appeared in the carriage, what does it mean? Could anyone among the four of them have an accident or even a death?

He suddenly thought of the mysterious and weird Zhou Kesheng.

"You... are targeted by 'it' and are doomed."

Zhou Kesheng's voice was like a kind of magic, echoing in Xiao Ling's mind.

Who is "it"? Does it mean this pale big hand? He was targeted by "it"?

Is it impossible to escape?

Will he die?

"Xiao Ling, what's wrong with you?"

Song Fengqin's anxious voice finally woke Xiao Ling up from the sluggishness.
Chapter completed!