On the second day, Zhang Luo got up early in the morning and was in good spirits. He was allowed to get out of bed and move more, so he wandered around the hospital.

Seeing that the nurses in the corridor were gathered together as if they were talking about something, he was a little curious, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He wasn't a nosy man, and he knew that women's gossip nature was the same in every country.

Zhang Luo held the ancient book in his arm, breathing in the early morning air, the morning sun dyed the mist into light pink, with a little bit of the feeling of a little girl's dream world, pink and tender......

He took a turn, the hospital is indeed large, and there is a garden that covers a large area, which is worthy of being a social institution under capitalist rule, but the medical expenses are also staggeringly expensive.

Sit on a chair in the garden, open the ancient book, and see if it is going to swallow the morning glow or something, maybe it will react. But obviously, ancient books do not give face.

He was already ready to eat and live with the ancient books, and maybe there would be a chance to go back. The attack three days ago and the abnormal fog in front of him told Zhang Luo that this world was not safe, and it could even be more dangerous than his own. Isn't it fragrant to stay at home all day to read books, play games, and chase fans? Why travel into a dangerous world and wade through troubled waters? Nothing interesting.

"However, how do you feel today, emmm ......" Zhang Luo looked at the straight security guy who was standing, and then at a few "idle people" who seemed to be out of place, "Is this a leader who wants to come to inspect?" ”

Sure enough, in the afternoon, officials from Matsuyama City came to offer condolences to those who had been wounded in the attack. However, he doesn't care much about this kind of thing, no matter what, he just wants to return to his own world.

"Today's life is really as peaceful as ever!" Zhang Luo was lying on the hospital bed holding the ancient book, bored and a little tired.

The mother in this world is a stuffy gourd, not like a woman who loves to talk, which makes Zhang Luo, who is trying to cultivate feelings, a little depressed.

At night, Zhang Luo was studying ancient books in the ward, Li Qingdai had fallen asleep on the bed accompanying her family, and the air was filled with the faint aroma of lavender.

"Click, click, click......" In the dead of night, the sound of the clock striking became exceptionally clear, and it was about midnight, and only occasionally could you hear the distant whistling of cars.

Zhang Luo was copying a rune on an ancient book with a pen, and suddenly felt a surge of tiredness, he shook his head and got up from the hospital bed to wake up, and at the same time felt a little strange. He is an immortal cultivator, staying up late is a daily routine, and it has become a habit, but in the past two days, he has always slept very quickly and deeply, and it is really uncomfortable to wake up in the first ray of sunshine in the morning every day.

"Tick ——! Tick ——! Ticking ......" there was a sound of water, masking the bell, and there was a faint inexplicable sound of rustling outside the door.

Zhang Luo shook his head: "Tsk! Capitalism is really ruined, the water pipe is broken, and there are rats outside......"

As he spoke, he went back to bed and fell asleep, in which case he would be a fool to go out again. Don't try to pester him with anything bizarre, the dog's life matters...... After lying on the bed for a while, the strange sleepiness was gone, and he found that he was a little anxious.

People have three urgency, and there is no way to do it.

Zhang Luo got up, this is an ordinary ward, naturally there is no independent bathroom. Holding the ancient book, I opened the door, and the sound of dripping water and rustling disappeared, as if it did not exist.

"Could it be that there is a patient who suffers from frequent urination and incomplete urination? So just getting up at night? Zhang Luo was a little puzzled, the bathroom was quite far away, and he quickly put aside these strange thoughts and went straight to the toilet.

"Huh? Wait, like someone is following me......" He seemed to hear footsteps other than his own.

Could it be a supernatural event, or is someone playing tricks on people? In a place like a hospital, even Zhang Luo would feel cold in his heart. Considering that some supernatural books say that people have three fires, walk at night and don't look back...... Zhang Luo felt that he would rather believe it than not, so he crossed his legs and bent down in a horse step, trying to see something over the crotch of his pants, but found nothing.

Zhang Luo's upside-down face began to be congested and red, and he fell into deep thought: "Although I can't see anything strange, according to the setting of a horror movie, there is so much foreshadowing, and a protagonist like me must be in trouble." Alas, I knew that the world was not simple. ”

The boy kept moving strangely and said strange things.

With the congestion of the brain, Zhang Luo began to diverge his thinking: "It is said that ghosts follow people, and you must not run fast to prevent ghosts from probing their feet into people's heels, so ......"

“…… With skateboarding shoes, you are not afraid of the dark, one step at a time, one step at a time, one step at a time, one step at a time, it is the devil's pace, it is the devil's pace, rubbing and rubbing, on that smooth floor...... "Zhang Luo hummed Pang Mailang's "My Skateboarding Shoes".

There is a golden house in the book, and there is Yan Ruyu in the book. As long as you read enough books, the ghost can't do anything about you.

In the hospital corridor at midnight, a handsome teenager moved from the corridor to the toilet like a crab against the wall, which itself can become a beautiful scenery in horror movies, and the existence of urban weirdness.

Zhang Luo carried the ancient book and moved into the bathroom, and then moved in front of the mirror in the bathroom, and a white shadow floated by...... Wait, Zhang Luo returned to the mirror again.

The bathroom is a voice-activated light, and Zhang Luo stared at the mirror suspiciously: "I seem to have seen something strange just now." ”

Zhang Luo read the book and said that the mirror has always been a place for evil to hide dirt and dirt. And you will never be who you really are in the mirror, and the more you look at it, the less you look like yourself, and some people have even seen weird asyncs. Although science tells us that mirror imaging is only the refraction of light, this does not prevent Zhang Luo from speculating about this somewhat unusual world with the greatest malice.

However, Zhang Luo also didn't find anything, neither out of sync nor with a weird smile. He felt a little ...... Disappointment, it's like watching a movie, the moment when the protagonist is about to be hit by a car and killed, but he dodges it, how disappointing it is.

It's still the refraction of light.

After tossing for so long, Zhang Luo finally walked into the toilet cubicle with unbearable abdominal pain.

Probably because of the small space that brought a sense of security, Zhang Luo sat on the toilet and breathed a sigh of relief, the toilet was dim because there was only one emergency light on.

"Knock knock!" At this moment, there was a knock on the door next to it, and a hand appeared under the partition and asked for something.

Zhang Luo glanced at it, and said in his heart that this hand is quite good-looking: "Borrow paper, brother?" ”

When he was alone, he was still in a claustrophobic environment like a toilet, and Zhang Luo completely forgot that he was still a junior high school student, which sounded a little weird. But the other party didn't reply and patronized and knocked on the partition.