I didn't object, but Huang Xiaoman seemed a little unhappy, muttering that the large number of people would only get in the way.

A very small sentence was heard by the male policeman.

He didn't say anything, just patted the pouch of the gun on his waist, which clearly meant that with this gun, anything could be done.

In this regard, I can only smile helplessly, if there is really a ghost or something, can a gun really solve the problem?

But since Huang Xiaoman didn't say much, I didn't talk about it.

After taking stock of the necessary items, our group quickly set off.

After walking along the trail for a long time, I finally saw a road paved with bluestone slabs, which was not neat, but better than the dirt floor.

The bluestone road is twice lined with two rows of brick houses with some signboards.

There are fruit sellers, pork sellers, snack sellers and even restaurants and barber shops.

The shops look old, and the style is not modern, more like what was fashionable decades ago, but all of them are closed, silent, and there is not even a light in sight.

As far as the eye could see, the whole street was lifeless, there was not a single movement, only a few of us flashlights illuminated in the night.

I really don't know what's going on with these people in Chang'an Town, they turned off the lights collectively just after night, and none of them went out.

A town of thousands of people, at night, not even a living person can be seen, which is not an ordinary weirdness.

Huang Xiaoman and I were better, but the male and female reporters with glasses seemed a little flustered, looking around, for fear that something would pop out of the dark.

After walking along the bluestone street for about an hour, I finally arrived at the end of the bluestone road and saw the so-called Ping An Hospital.

Ping An Hospital is located at the end of the road, but it is a little different from what I thought, the hospital building is very old, surrounded by a broken fence.

The overall appearance is not very large, there are three buildings in total, the windows are all wooden, and they are full of creepers, and the glass has been broken in many places, and it looks very old.

Even the iron doors of the hospital are rusty, and as far as the eye can see, the hospital is overgrown with weeds, some of which are yellow, and some of which are green.

On the top of the first building on the front, there is also an arched red iron frame signboard, and in the center is a red 'ten'.

On both sides of the 'ten', there are four slightly smaller characters, because of the age, most of these words have lost their paint, and you can only barely see the word 'peace'.

It seems that no one has come in this place for a long time.

There are no residents around Ping An Hospital, as if they are deliberately avoiding something.

I asked the man with glasses where he saw the body, and he pointed to the building in front of him and whispered, "It's on the second floor of this building, and his body was hanging from the wooden window at that time, and you can see it from afar, but I don't know why it's gone now?" ”

I frowned, and I always felt that something was wrong.

At this time, Huang Xiaoman took out a candle and lit it, and after observing for a while, her tone was a little strange: "In such a remote and gloomy place, why can't you detect any yin qi at all?" ”

"Pretending to be a ghost!" The male policeman laughed shamefully, pushed the iron door open, and strode in.

I admire his courage a little, and he is really fearless for those who don't know.

As soon as the male policeman entered, the female reporter hurriedly followed, and I glanced at Huang Xiaoman, who was angry with his mouth, and followed in.

The weeds in the hospital were so deep that they leveled my thighs, and I used a wooden stick to pluck the weeds while I flashed a flashlight.