In the process of delivering an electric shock, the patient's protective measure is only to tie the patient's belt.

During electric shocks and epilepsy, the patient will have a lot of convulsions, while the muscles will also stiffen and tremble, and in the process, some people will crush their teeth, and others will have convulsions to the point that the joints are misaligned or even fractured.

This is the reason why the legs of the dried corpse that Ning Hao saw just now kept bending at a strange angle.

Ning Hao moved the flashlight source to the right, there was a huge table with a white canvas on it, the canvas was already in tatters, and he moved his steps to approach the large table.

There is also an electrotherapy device next to the large table, and next to the table is a white curtain and iron frame screen in the hospital.

Ning Hao shone it with a flashlight, and on the canvas, there were blood marks similar to human shapes.

What happened here?

Just as Ning Hao was looking at these blood stains, the picture that suddenly flashed in the basement of the manor appeared again, and he saw himself lying on this huge operating table.

This time, instead of having electric shock therapy wires on his brain, his face was covered with line segments, and a huge cut appeared on his face.

This hole has been scabbed over for a long time, and it doesn't look like it has just been cut.

Ning Hao quickly closed his eyes and concentrated his mind before clearing the terrifying picture that flashed just now from his mind.

He looked at the large table, which still had bits and pieces of old photographs and scrolls. Ning Hao picked up these photos, they were too old to see the images on them.

If you look closely, you can see that the photos show some terrifying faces, and these faces have painful expressions.

Ning Hao picked up the scroll, knocked off the dust on the scroll on the big table, and opened the scroll, which was full of people's names.

It reads as follows:

Duan Fuhai (mayor of the town), December 6, 1878, came to check, right brain cyst

Xu Huiqin, December 6, 1878, came to check, heart hyperplasia

Shan Guorui, December 6, 1878, came to check, rectal polyps

……

Ning Hao opened the second scroll again, and the same was true inside.

It reads as follows:

Liu Meiqiong, December 6, 1878, came to investigate, gastritis

Lin Jialiang, December 6, 1878, came to investigate, insane

Xu Tianshou, December 6, 1878, came to investigate, and the blood supply to the brain was insufficient

Ning Hao read these lists, and some of the above conditions were strange. But that's not the point, he thought, it's about finding the secrets hidden here and some useful information.

I thought that if I found the old site of the Sacred Heart Hospital, I could find literature on similar treatment methods, but at this point, how could such a terrible hospital have the right treatment methods.

"Let's take a look at the basement." Ning Hao said to Tomie, "I feel that this place is getting more and more strange. When I saw the table just now, I was lying there as if I was undergoing a major surgery. ”

"I think it's a wicked place, and although there are no signs of ghosts, I don't think it's much safer than a place with ghosts."

"You mean rats?"

Although Tomie was afraid of mice, she didn't mean mice, she always felt that the undead here were bound by some force.

Ning Hao turned around and went downstairs, down the stairs, and came to the basement.

It was a small space, but in the corner stood a huge iron cage.

This is an outrageous cage, presumably the one that was originally used to hold patients, or rather, experimental samples.

There was a six-door drawer next to the iron dragon, and he walked over and opened one of the drawers. There were some medicines in it, but when I opened it, I found an iron box with the pattern of the Nine Mishmal Soul Grass on it.

The direction of the petal curl is exactly the same as that drawn by Wang Li.

This shows that the Holy Light Organization is not an organization that has only been established in recent years, but an ancient and mysterious existence.

The tin box is engraved with a name: Dr. Lydia Jones.

That's right, it starts with "Dr", and the box belongs to a doctor.

It's still like a transparent box, with a nine-digit password. Don't worry about it for now, take it away.

The tin box is not large, so it can easily fit in a backpack. Ning Hao looked at the time on his watch, it was already close to eight o'clock, and the night was already thick, so he had to go back early.

He walked out of the hospital with his backpack on his back, and when he came to the site in front of the building, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

A fog rose all around, and visibility around the hospital became particularly low. Ning Hao's flashlight could only shine three meters around.

As the light source went, Ning Hao looked down and saw that those mires were actually bubbling, and there were muffled sounds all around.

It was the moaning, creaking sound of a corpse.

The quagmire in front of him was constantly bubbling, Ning Hao walked around, and came to another quagmire, revealing something like a sack inside.

And the contents of this sack are actually moving!

"Tomie, is that a ghost?"

"I don't know, I feel like my sixth sense is getting weaker and weaker now, and there is an indescribable ...... in this place Evil! ”

Ning Hao heard Tomie say this, and goosebumps all over his body.

I saw the ghost before, but I really knew that the thing in front of me was a ghost, so even if I was afraid, I could only face it. And now, these croaning unknowns are scarier than ghosts.

He took out his umbrella and prepared to open it to summon the soul of the umbrella, but strangely enough, the umbrella was closed and could not be opened.

"The umbrella can't be opened!"

"Hurry up, I think something is wrong here!"

Hearing Tomie say this, Ning Hao immediately trotted up. When passing another swamp, a mud-stained hand reached out from the swamp and grabbed Ning Hao's foot, causing him to fall and eat.

Turning around, he saw a corpse in his hand from the mire, desperately trying to crawl out of the mire.

Ning Hao groped around, fortunately there were some stones and waste bricks, he picked up a stone and smashed it at the forearm of that hand.

Click.

The bones of this hand were broken by Ning Hao, and Ning Hao pulled out his leg and ran outside the hospital.

After about a few minutes, Ning Hao finally ran out of the courtyard wall. Strangely, the fog only surrounded the Sacred Heart Hospital, and there was no fog outside at all.

When Ning Hao looked back, dozens of black figures appeared in the fog.

They stood in the fog and walked around. Ning Hao walked for a while, away from that strange place, but only then did he react, and the umbrella he was holding in his hand turned into a wooden bar.

What's going on, what about the black oil-paper umbrella?

Ning Hao put down the backpack, and the oil-paper umbrella was neatly packed in the side pocket of the backpack.

Before he had time to think about how he could hold a wooden stick in his hand, Ning Hao heard the sound of footsteps stepping on the dead branches and leaves.

Looking up, there was a point of light swaying not far from the jungle, the light was faint, and it was getting closer and closer to Ning Hao like a ghost fire in front of the grave......