The rest of the time was spent resting at Kitagawa Temple.

Although it was nothing for him to just stay up all night, considering what he had to do tonight, Kitagawa Temple felt that it was better to keep his spirit sufficient.

With a deliberate amount of sleep, time passes quickly, and in an instant it is night.

Kitagawa Temple put on a headset and pushed open the door of the ward.

For some reason, it seemed to be very cold tonight, and the hallway was unusually quiet, revealing a sense of dead silence.

Because considering that the shovel wraith could appear anywhere, Suzuki simply removed all the doctors and nurses on night duty to make room for Beichuan Temple to play better.

Carrying a backpack and a flashlight, Kitagawa Temple strolls through the Second Psychiatric Hospital.

Click, click, click

The crisp sound of footsteps shattered into eerie echoes.

The white walls spread forward, and in this eerie night, it seemed as far as the eye could see.

Just like yesterday, Kitagawa Temple is also active today, looking for the shovel spirit.

Just as he was moving around, an electric sound suddenly came from the headset, and from it came the panicked voice of a new security guard, "Master Beichuan, I saw it!" That figure is near the utility room on the far right on the third floor! ”

The other party's voice was a little loud, vaguely broken, and Beichuan Temple almost didn't take out the headset and fell to the ground.

"Got it."

After a simple reply, Kitagawa Temple quickly rushed to the utility room on the third floor.

Kagura bells jingle with a clanging sound.

"Now go to the second floor! He was able to walk through walls! ”

The security guard's voice screamed in horror.

Beichuan Temple stopped at the foot and jumped down holding on to the handrail of the stairs.

His swift footsteps sounded like a drumbeat of a drum, and the Shovel Wraith seemed to sense it, desperately switching positions and fleeing.

It's like a ghost hiding from the living, and it seems a little wrong.

"Now I'm on the first floor!!"

"Be quiet." Kitagawa Temple reminded as he ran.

Uh-

The security guard in the monitoring room coughed embarrassedly, "That, that, Master Beichuan, it's going to leave the building." ”

"Really?" Beichuan Temple answered, his feet were staggered, and the whole person rushed to the window on the other side, and after raising his hand to open the window, he jumped directly from the second floor.

The security guard who stayed in the monitoring room also saw this scene, and he seemed to have seen a ghost, and he couldn't even speak for a while.

At first, when he saw the appearance of such a high school student in Beichuan Temple, he looked disdainful, thinking that his colleague yesterday was just making excuses for him fainting and dereliction of duty, but now it seems that -

Beichuan Temple didn't have time to deal with the idea of a security guard, and at the moment he landed, he supported his palms on the ground, and rushed directly to the gate after unloading.

In the sight of Beichuan Temple, a jet-black figure squeezed out from the crack in the door, quickly forming a human form.

His head turned one hundred and eighty degrees again, and he watched as Kitagawa Temple let out a terrible and resentful scream, and then—

Fleeing frantically in the direction of the office building.

This kind of behavior is tantamount to shouting the loudest slogans and doing the most cowardly things.

But Kitagawa Temple doesn't care.

Under the monitoring of the monitor, I saw Beichuan Temple sneering and said in a cold tone

"Where else can you run?"

Goo-Du –

Seeing the hideous appearance of Beichuan Temple like a murderer, the monitor suddenly leaned back in his chair, his throat squirming with difficulty.

It's horrible!

What's going on with this person?!

He trembled all over, for fear that after the Beichuan Temple eradicated the resentful spirits, he would come and kill all the doctors and nurses in the entire hospital.

"It turns out that the guy who was stunned yesterday said that it was true, this person is absolutely abnormal, how can you think about it?"

The monitor muttered to himself in fear.

On the screen, Beichuan Temple is chasing with a sapper shovel and a dull and frantic pace at a speed that is not weaker than that of the black figure.

He also wanted to zoom in on the next monitoring, but found that there was no monitor installed on the office building, so he had to give up.

On the other side, Kitagawa Temple hung behind the black figure in three steps and two steps.

A man and a ghost soon came to the door of the office building.

Just when Beichuan Temple wanted to rush up, a young man suddenly walked out of the door of the office building.

"Master Kitagawa?!" Suzuki Wen, who had just finished handling affairs, looked at the Kitagawa Temple who rushed over in amazement, and then-

His pupils shrank, and he obviously found Narumi Kawakami, whose appearance was terrifying to the limit.

Narumi Kawakami's white doctor's uniform was tattered, his clothes were stained with jet-black blood, his neck was twisted one hundred and eighty degrees, and only the whites of his eyes could be seen.

Narumi Kawakami rushed over as soon as he saw Suzuki Fumi, the distance between the two quickly narrowed, and under Suzuki Fumi's frightened gaze, the shovel in his twisted and deformed hand was raised high-

Boom!!!!

Jet-black and smelly liquid splashes everywhere!

Suzuki sat down on the ground and opened his mouth to watch as the sapper's sharp triangular tip stabbed violently through the back of Narumi Kawakami's head, and then smoothly split his head in half with his neck, revealing a disgusting mixture of dark yellow and white and black inside.

Violent to the extreme, but there is an indescribable beauty.

Spirits scattered!

Suzuki was stupid and could only sit in place and make an 'ahhh

"Are you alright? Dean Suzuki? Beichuan Temple retracted the sapper shovel and asked sideways.

Under the cold gaze of Kitagawa Temple, Suzuki seemed to react.

He barely stood up from the ground with his legs limp, and asked in a weak voice, "No, are you alright?" Master Kitagawa? ”

Kitagawa Temple stuck a shovel into the dirt floor and replied flatly, "As you can see." ”

Hearing this, Suzuki Wen gasped as if relieved, he stroked his frightened chest, and reluctantly got up from the ground, "This, this time it's a trouble for Master Kitagawa." ”

"I'll call you later."

He was so frightened that his feet were so weak that he had no strength at all.

"I'll take you to the main building of the hospital." Beichuan Temple picked up the sapper shovel and spoke.

"Then it's going to trouble Master Beichuan."

Suzuki didn't hesitate, he nodded palely, and walked down the road to the main building of the hospital.

Along the way, he said a lot of words of thanks to Beichuan Temple, and his complexion gradually recovered.

It should be said that he is indeed the person who is in charge of the director of a hospital, and this psychological regulation ability is also incomparable to ordinary people.

The two came to his office in the main building of the hospital, and Suzuki Fumi, in front of Kitagawa Temple, transferred all the money to his account, and then sent Kitagawa Temple back to the ward to rest with repeated thanks.

The matter seems to have come to an end.

Kitagawa Temple fell asleep in bed, and everything seemed to be calm again.

Then we will wait for the dawn to break tomorrow and return to Tokyo.

At three o'clock in the morning, no one saw it,

Under the monitor screen in the ward of Beichuan Temple, a shadow slowly swept out of the window—

The night is still long.

Here is the height of the fourth floor.

Beichuan Temple's palm on the platform outside the building, with a shake of his wrist, the whole person climbed the window edge to the air conditioner, and then he moved, his feet hooked on the iron bar extending from the air conditioner, and the palm of his hand was on the window edge of the third floor, and then his body turned upside down, and he quietly came to the third floor.

No matter how rich Rao is in the Ibaraki Prefecture No. 2 Psychiatric Hospital, it is impossible to arrange for surveillance cameras to observe the exterior walls of the hospital.

Coupled with the observation of Beichuan Temple in the past two days, he knows the blind spots of surveillance cameras everywhere.

"I hope the pity can be pretended to be a little longer."

Nishikujo pitifully props up the shape of his body with kindness and covers it with a quilt, which is generally invisible to surveillance cameras.

Beichuan Temple jumped directly from the second floor, and after the body action quietly dissolved the force of the fall, Beichuan Temple pinched the sapper shovel in his hand into his hand.

The night breeze was refreshing, and the wind with a little heat in early spring was carried away by the fir trees planted around the hospital, turning into a cold wind and blowing on people's bodies.

Kitagawa Temple observed the surroundings, and with a movement of his feet, he rushed in the direction of the office building.

Because it was necessary to keep quiet, Kitagawa Temple did not use all its strength.

But compared to the average person, this speed is also very fast.

It takes three minutes to get to the office building from here, and with the security and security cameras bypassing the security and security cameras, it takes about seven minutes to reach the destination.

Under the vast moonlight, the office building is hideous and towering.

A dead aura rose in the eyes of Beichuan Temple and touched it.

On the first floor is the reception hall, with a staircase on the left and right sides, and an elevator facing the entrance to the hall.

According to the wandering soul in the air, Kitagawa Temple came to the bottom of the stairs on the right-hand side.

This stairwell, unlike the one on the left, has some clutter placed on it.

Beichuan Temple touched the piles of corrugated boxes-

No dust.

Beichuan Temple was in good spirits, and moved the corrugated box to the side, and the flashlight emitted a vertical light.

Under the illumination of the vertical light, Kitagawa Temple finally saw the hidden secret door.

The secret door is a marble slab like the floor, so you can't see it at all if you don't pay attention to it.

Sure enough, it was here.

Kitagawa Temple's eyes flashed.

He reached out and felt for the handle hidden in the innermost corner.

Click

Click

Can't open.

Beichuan Temple's wrist was flipped, and under the illumination of the vertical light, he saw the embedded lock next to the handle.

He folded the sapper shovel, shook his wrist slightly, and slid it into the palm of his hand.

A few cold flashes of light flashed in the air, and the lid shattered, revealing a spacious entrance.

No wonder the staircase on the right is four steps higher than the one on the left.

It turned out to be to free up the dark passage space on this side.

Under the sight of Beichuan Temple, this staircase turns downward, as if it is bottomless.

Kitagawa Temple put away Kaneda and walked into it with a flashlight.

After walking for about two minutes, Kitagawa Temple smelled the smell of the potion.

As a medical student, he knew exactly what this potion was.

"Formalin."

The further down you go, the stronger the smell of formalin becomes, accompanied by a stench of corpses that you can't hide.

Finally, Kitagawa Temple went to the bottom floor, and he stood firm and fumbled for the incandescent light switch in the basement.

With a click, everything hidden in the basement was displayed in front of him.

Directly opposite Kitagawa Temple was a bloodstained dissecting table with improvised restraint tools, and on the other side was a sink that seemed to have not been cleaned for a long time, covered with hair and jet-black blood stains.

Nestled against the sink are two shelves with bottles and jars.

In those bottles and jars are soaked in yellowed organs and other parts of the human body.

For example, severed hands, heads, internal organs, eyeballs, intestines (please, let me go through the audit.) ）

They sit silently on the shelves, silent.

Kitagawaji calmly swept the room with his gaze and walked to the front.

On the dissection table, there is a male corpse.

The male corpse had its head smashed, and was dressed in a doctor's gown, black glasses, tongue sticking out, and eyes staring blankly at the incandescent lamp.

"Narumi Kawakami."

Kitagawa Temple looked at the corpse that had died horribly and shook his head.

Everything was as he expected.

When you think about it, it's the right choice not to eat the meat here.

Kitagawa Temple moved again and came to the water of Formalin Pond in the depths on the left.

On top of the formalin pool, a hideous iron hook hung several bluish-white corpses, all of which were mutilated.

Either the head is empty, or the abdomen is empty, or the arms and legs are missing.

This place is like the worst slaughterhouse in the world, and it makes people shudder just by looking at it.

But Kitagawa Temple's mood did not fluctuate much, and he groaned and came to the side of Formalin Pool.

Next to the formalin pool, you can also see several blood-stained blue and white striped patients' clothes.

Kitagawa Temple's face did not change, and he took the iron hook placed on the side, and casually took out a corpse from the water of the formalin pool.

"Sure enough, Patient A, who went missing"

Looking at the other party's appearance that was not much different from the photo, Kitagawa Temple put the other party down again.

Everything was exactly as he expected.

This is the secret hidden in this mental hospital.

Bloody, tyrannical, evil, horrific –

Despite the filth and uncleanness of this society, a place like this, as far as a human conscience is concerned, Kitagawa Temple hopes to have as little as possible.

But then the problem arises again.

Kitagawa Temple's gaze turned coldly in the direction of the basement entrance.

"I've watched the play for so long, and it's almost time to come out, right? Dean Suzuki. ”

He stared in the direction of the basement for a long time before someone let out a chuckle.

"It's really worthy of Master Beichuan, far better than I imagined."

Fumimi Suzuki walked slowly down from the entrance, he was dressed in a white dress that symbolized the healer, his eyes were calm and soft, and the good man still had a smile on his face.

As stated at the beginning.

Fumi Suzuki has a nice face.

He has a kind face and a sunny look, and he feels like a good person.

Coupled with his young age and high gold, whether it is education or qualifications, he should be regarded as the dream lover of many girls.

But it's also such a person-

But it made the face of Beichuan Temple, which has always been ancient, unwavering, emotional.

Beichuan Temple shook his head slowly, and the black aura flashed in his eyes.

But the more this happened, the calmer the voice of Kitagawa Temple became

"You don't deserve it, Mr. Suzuki."

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