Masks from all sides seemed to come to life at the moment, staring at me as a strange visitor. Some of them have their eyes closed, and some of them are open angrily, as if they were acting in a silent horror movie. I couldn't stay in this room any longer, and I was just about to go out to find the editor-in-chief, when I saw him come over with a picture album in a hurry.

"Look, this is it." He flipped through the album and finally stopped on a page in the middle. When I saw the strange mask on the screen, my heart chuckled. What kind of mask is this, it's like being stripped from the face of a dead body, it's too real and terrifying.

What's even more strange is that although this mask depicts a woman with her eyes closed, the expression on her face can show different postures from different angles, as if she is exclaiming in fear all the time.

"This ...... Is it really a mask? "I couldn't believe what I saw.

"Hehe, isn't it rare?" The editor-in-chief looked very happy when he saw that I was scared, "I was just as surprised as you at first. But this kind of thing, the more similar it is, the more surprising it is, the more valuable it is. Don't worry, I have let people identify this material, 100% clay, or ancient, not human skin! ”

Only then did I put my mind at ease, and I turned my head and took the newspaper in the editor-in-chief's hand again. The newspaper is a collection column, and the interviewee is none other than the editor-in-chief himself. He stood in the mask room and took a picture. Behind the photo, it happens to be the current pillar as the background.

I didn't see anything strange at first glance, and when I waited for a second look, I almost fainted.

The mask in this photo has eyes open.

Editor-in-Chief...... You see......" I immediately told him what I had discovered, and he squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully, his expression immediately becoming horrified, "This, what the is going on, I started haunting here all these years ago?" ”

I swallowed and continued, "Maybe it's the angle. ”

Hear me say that. The editor-in-chief thought about it and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, what do you think about this?" The editor-in-chief asked tentatively.

"It's hard to say," I shook my head. "Now it seems that there are some evil sects. I'll have to go back and sort this out, and I'll come back to you when I find out, what do you think? ”

"Okay, I trust you." The editor-in-chief said. Patted me on the shoulder again.

I don't know if he still wants to get this terrifying "face" back when he learns of the strange discovery of the mask at this moment.

Hurried back to the hospital, Qiulan was still lying on the hospital bed, not getting better at all. I sighed, put down the food in my hand, walked over to her bedside and stroked her hair. How much more pain does this poor woman have to go through before Heaven can stop torturing her?

That's when the camera on the table caught my attention. This is what I brought to Qiulan to the southwest province, and there are many pictures of her taking pictures of that terrifying and wonderful journey. I don't think there's anything going on right now. Just open the album and look at them one by one.

The first photo was a group photo of us at the airport, which I asked passers-by to take for the three of us as a memorial to Qiulan's first flight on a modern plane. The second is a bird's-eye view of the air taken by Qiulan after the plane stabilized at high altitude. I have to say that Qiulan is very talented in photography, and if she was born in this era, it would be good to be a photographer.

The next photo is a view of the South-West Province. I looked through them one by one, and suddenly I saw a suspicious figure on the photo of the bus.

A woman dressed like the locals had her back to us. She wears a very modern women's watch on her hand, which looks out of place with her clothes.

Why didn't I notice this woman at the time?

I continued to look until I finally came to the picture of the wooden house we saw while we waited for the sacrifice. From the perspective of the photo, it happens to be an aerial view from the window. And the photo is on the corner. A woman also wearing a modern women's watch appears on the screen. If my memory hadn't been wrong, then I would have been pretty sure of what Qiulan said.

Going back to the previous photo, behind the group photo of the three of us at the airport, in the dense crowd, I searched carefully, the woman wearing a lady's watch was hiding in the background of a large crowd. He was poking his head out to look at us. Now I understand it completely.

Lori has been following us all the time, which is clearly a scam!

I just felt a little dizzy, and she knew from the beginning that we would agree to her request, or rather, it was she who helped Uria bring us into the mountain, prompting us to become the "first to enter the mountain" and bring out the so-called bronze statue. And this weird humanoid bronze statue almost took Qiulan's life. If she hadn't stopped me at the time, it's quite possible that it wasn't her, but me, who is lying in the hospital bed now.

I gasped.

If there is really someone who wants to kill me, it must be the person who has lingered in my heart for a long time.

After thinking about it so much, I found out that Qin Chuyi had not been in the ward all the time, and he didn't know where he had gone in the dark alone. I hurriedly called him, but the crisp ringtone exploded in the ward in an instant, and this guy didn't have a mobile phone.

I followed the source of the sound and finally found his phone in the corner chair where the laundry was stacked. As soon as I opened it, several messages popped up on it. I looked at it, and there were a few of them in the sticker, so I clicked in.

"Master Qin, my daughter has a strange disease, can you help her take a look?"

Very simple message. Flipping down further, the person who left the message also wrote down his address. I looked at it, and the address turned out to be the hospital where I am now.

23 beds in the Department of Encephalology.

There are still a few calls left, and Qin Chuyi should have answered this call and went out.

What could be so urgent that Qin Chuyi would be so urgent that he would help others without waiting for me to come back?

I took my phone and hurriedly ran to the nurse's station to ask for directions, and trotted all the way over. There were so many people in the elevator that I didn't have the heart to wait for the next shift, so I climbed directly to the seventh floor in one breath, and instantly felt that my legs were not my own.

Holding on to the wall, little by little, I moved to the inpatient floor of the encephalopathy department, and finally found the 23 beds mentioned in the message.

Gently pushing open the door of the ward, I poked my head in. Only the innermost bed in the three-person room was occupied, and the family members of the patients sitting next to the bed looked back at me expressionlessly, then turned around and continued to peel apples. And the 23 beds are empty, and I don't want anyone to live in them at all. (To be continued.) )