Meng Jian looked at the girl's little face, and couldn't help but be stunned, this face is so familiar, why do you want to come to who she is? The girl's face was pale and bloodless, as if she was suffering from a very serious illness.

"What are you crying about, little friend?" the girl looked like she was only six or seven years old, and it seemed a little inappropriate to call her little sister.

The little girl glanced indifferently in the direction where Meng Jian was, but there was no focus in her eyes, or she didn't see Meng Jian at all.

Meng Jian stretched out his hand and shook it in front of the little girl, the little girl still didn't react, Meng Jian couldn't help muttering in his heart, is this girl blind?

Meng Jian looked in the ward for a long time, but couldn't find any clues, after a while, the little girl still didn't move, Meng Jian was about to leave, when he walked to the door, the little girl suddenly called him: "Brother!"

"Do you know me?" Meng Qian turned around, walked back to the little girl's bed, and sat down beside her.

The little girl's eyes were still very indifferent, as if he hadn't seen Meng Conversion, Meng Condulum felt a little puzzled, what happened tonight was so weird, he didn't even have time to think about what happened on business.

"Brother!" the little girl called out again, but she didn't look at Meng Conversion, she didn't know what she saw, anyway, the focus and focus of her eyes were not on Meng Conversion.

"Who are you, who is your brother?" Meng Jian heard her keep calling her brother, and couldn't help but ask him.

The girl looked around indifferently as if she couldn't concentrate. It's the same as if Meng Convert doesn't exist zài.

After Meng Jian sat next to the girl for a long time, she still didn't react, and Meng Jian couldn't sit still. He was about to leave, but the girl didn't know where to get a sketchpad, and in the other hand she took a pen and wrote on the paper.

Meng Jian returned to her side and sat down, watching her keep drawing something she didn't know what to do.

Soon Meng Jian realized that something was wrong......

The girl wrote too quickly, and a large number of formulas appeared in her pen that Meng Jian couldn't understand, and soon filled the whole sheet, and then began to write down again.

In addition to the formula. The girl also drew a lot of structural drawings, and although she couldn't figure out exactly what the girl was drawing, Meng Jian still felt it. The girl's painting is likely to be something very important in mathematics and physics, if Gu Chengan is here, he should be able to understand it, right?

Thinking of Gu Chengan, Meng Jian couldn't help but get irritated again. He must have designed to kill him. Trapping him in this inexplicable space.

But occasionally...... Meng Jian also thought of another possibility...... Maybe Gu Chengan didn't want to harm him, but he himself had some problems when he lifted the soul seal? What about some troubles that were beyond Gu Chengan's expectations?

Regardless of Gu Cheng'an, I met this strange little girl in this strange place, and she was writing and drawing some very strange things, so let's figure out what the meaning of these things she wrote and painted first.

The girl was still writing and drawing quickly, and the paper on the drawing board in front of her seemed to be inexhaustible, and after each drawing, she tore off the drawn one and threw it on the ground. Meng Jian hurriedly picked it up and held it in his hand, and after a while. He had a thick stack of these drawings in his hand.

After a few hours, the girl finally stopped, and Meng Jian made a preliminary estimate, in the past few hours, she had drawn at least three or four hundred drawings of all kinds, and Meng Jian could no longer hold them, so she had to put them all on the ground.

"Brother......" the girl opened again.

"Huh?" Meng Jian came to the girl and stopped.

"Brother, work hard and don't give up. The girl stretched out her hand and tapped in the middle of Meng Confucius's head, and the hundreds of drawings that Meng Confucius had placed on the ground turned into countless starlight and drilled into Meng Conversion's head along the girl's hand.

Meng Conversion's eyes darkened, his head ached sharply and he almost screamed, and he felt his body fall to the ground in a daze, and then he didn't know anything.

When Meng Jian woke up...... He found him still in the little girl's hospital room, but the little girl was nowhere to be found.

Why did she call him brother?

She's not Meng Yi!

Do you have another sister?

By the way, he was supposed to be surnamed Linlai.

His sister ...... In that parallel space, it's that Lin Ping!

This little girl shouldn't be Lin Ping, she doesn't look like her, and Meng Jian doesn't think Lin Ping will come here.

So, what does she mean by 'brother, work hard, don't give up'?

At a certain moment, Meng Jian suddenly felt that there were a lot of things in his mind, as if someone had forced them in...... After carefully checking it, Meng Jian found that those extra things were the hundreds of drawings drawn by the little girl just now, and they were imprinted in Meng Conversion's mind like memories at this time, and he could recall any of them at any time, including any symbolic details in them.

If he had enough time, he would be able to restore all the drawings one by one, but it would be an extremely difficult task, and it would take at least ten or even dozens of days to do it.

Why are there so many drawings in your head? What are these drawings for? Are the drawings for designing this starship?

Meng Jian studied these drawings in his memory, using the knowledge he had learned to study these drawings, but he found nothing, and he could not understand any of these drawings.

Forget it, let's talk about it when we have a chance, if we take them out of here and show them to Gu Chengan, they may be able to understand.

The premise is that this qiē is not Gu Chengan's conspiracy.

After a careful search in the little girl's room, Meng Jian found nothing new, so he walked out of the ward and went downstairs.

When Meng went down to the first floor of the hospital, the sky outside had already darkened, and it seemed that the designers here had made it as if it were a real world. There are lights in some places in the hospital. There were no lights in some places, and when Meng Jian came in during the day, he didn't feel anything. Now it's suddenly dark again, and looking at the surrounding Yiqiē, I suddenly have a very eerie feeling.

Standing at the door of the hospital, looking at the dark streets and dim street lights outside, Meng Jian felt a little unsure of what to do for a while.

Just as Meng Jian stood at the entrance of the hospital and hesitated, there was a rush of footsteps behind him, and Meng Jian looked back. Several doctors and nurses were seen pushing a cart and quickly disappearing into the dark corridor in the distance.

Meng Jian chased after him, and soon chased him to the end of the corridor, when he chased after him. The cart had been wheeled into a room at the end of the corner.

Meng Jian walked slowly in confusion, because he was not sure who those people were, and he didn't know if there would be hidden dangers, so he walked very slowly. After confirming that there is no one else around. Meng Jian slowly approached the room where the cart was being pushed.

The room was very big and the smell of disinfectant and formalin as soon as you got close was very uncomfortable. Looking through the window, several lights inside are not very bright, and some of the lights are still flickering on and off, which makes people feel extremely weird.

The cart was placed against the wall, and the room was against the wall with a very high iron cabinet, which had at least five floors. Each floor is seventy to eighty centimeters high and is divided into squares.

In the center of the room are a number of tables. Some have things on them, some don't put things on them, because of the lighting, they don't look very real outside, Meng Jian hesitated for a while, and then flashed into the room.

The tables next to the door were empty, there were some black things on them, and they smelled of an indescribable rancid smell, Meng Jian looked around, and there was something white on the table a little farther away, because he couldn't see it clearly, Meng Jian slowly approached the platform.

Meng Jian came to the table, and soon he understood what was on the table, it was something covered with a white cloth, and from the outline of the white cloth, it could be seen that there was a person lying underneath.

Meng Jian remembered that during the death match, he had seen this kind of dissecting table, when Yun Baobao was about to be dissected alive, he gave her the result with a knife, preventing her from being tortured to death by Ifutia.

So this room is a dissection room?

The doctors and nurses who pushed in the cart just now were corpses?

After hesitating for a moment, Meng Jian gently lifted the white cloth covering the corpse.

Sure enough, there was a corpse under the white cloth, although Meng Jian had seen a lot of various corpses before, but after seeing this corpse, he still felt a little like vomiting. The corpse's face had been peeled off, but not torn off, and the skin was placed on the side like a cloth, making it look like a medical school teaching anatomy.

Not only the face, but also the corpse's body, as well as the arms and thighs, were peeled away as if they had been peeled off like this, but all the skin remained intact. Medical students should know that this is to make it easier for the next class of students to continue to use the corpse, so that the corpse will be made like this.

Judging from the chest of the corpse, it can be judged that she should be a woman, not too old and probably a young girl, and the age of the corpse is not too old, and the color of her skin and muscles is very fresh.

Meng Jian decided to restore the corpse, put her drooping skin back on her body, and then see who she really was, if it would be someone he knew.

Late at night, weird hospitals, dissecting rooms, flashing lights, corpses, this is a full gathering of all kinds of terrifying elements! Ordinary people would not dare to stay here at this time, but Meng Jian was already surprised by this, and he was even thinking about it...... The person who designed this scene must have been a little disappointed that he didn't scare him, right?

When he was concentrating on turning the skin on the corpse back onto the corpse piece by piece, the iron door of the autopsy room suddenly closed heavily, and Meng Jian was still startled by surprise...... This kind of intimidation has nothing to do with timidity, but an instinctive stress response of the body when people are unprepared, and no matter how bold the person is, he is not exempt from vulgarity.

"Grass!"

Meng Jian cursed and glanced outside the dissecting room, and a black figure that had been standing there quickly ran away from the window.

"Are there any new tricks?" Meng Jian shook his head, feeling bored, when he pretended to be a ghost to scare people, he used these bridges, and now this illusion that I don't know who made up wanted to scare him, or these bridges.

There are probably only these episodes that can make people scary, so many film and television works, novels, etc., have used these episodes countless times, and there will still be aesthetic fatigue after all.

Therefore, after the iron door was closed, Meng Jian didn't care whether he would be trapped in the dissection room and couldn't get out, no matter what mysteries were outside, he would restore the corpse first and figure out who it was.

Meng Jian carefully put back the skin on the corpse's calves, and then on the thighs. After the little belly was lifted back, the woman's hair on that part was also exposed and did not fall out, but this really has no aesthetic and appreciative value.

Even those who are in love with ~corpse~ are only interested in a complete and beautiful looking female corpse, and once the female corpse is cut to blood, it is impossible for a man with a heavy taste to ignite that interest in that aspect.

Meng Jian has no necrophilia, and he doesn't have heavy tastes, he just wants to figure out who this woman is.

Soon Meng Jian restored the skin on the upper body and arms of the corpse, and now only the skin of the face is still hanging around the head, which makes Meng Conversion's nerves slightly tense, as long as these pieces of skin are restored, you can recognize who this corpse is.

Although he was not very frightened of the current environment and the corpse, in such a way, in such a strange place, Meng Jian still felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, he reached out to support the corpse's stripped face, and gently lifted them up.

The person at the table is actually a cloud baby?

How could it be her?

Meng Jian glanced around, and he felt as if countless pairs of eyes were peeking at him in the dark, and even peeking into his heart.

Because when he saw this dissecting table before, he thought of Yun Bao in Deathmatch, and then Yun Bao appeared on the dissecting table, and there is definitely a causal relationship between this.

If Meng Jian hadn't thought of Yun Baobao before, would she still appear on this dissecting table? The matter had already passed, and Meng Jian couldn't try again.

"Yun Baobao, why are you here, do you want to tell me something?" Meng Jian asked Yun Bao on the table.

Yun Baobao did not answer his question.

After a while, Meng Jian suddenly felt that something was not right, and he reached over again and uncovered Yun Baobao's face......

It's obviously very different from what it was just now. (To be continued......)