There were a lot of futons thrown in the middle of the dark hallway, and there seemed to be something hidden underneath.

Chen Ge casually lifted one with a hammer, and under the musty quilt was a dummy made of sheets and pillows.

The workmanship is rough, and you can barely see the shape of a person.

What's more terrifying is that a human face was drawn with colored pens on the pillow, and the eyes, nose, and cracked mouth were obviously like children's graffiti, but they made Chen Ge feel creepy.

"It shouldn't be."

Chen Ge resisted the urge to smash them with a hammer and thought about it.

"The twenty-four dolls in the horror room are frightening in every way than these dummies made of pillows and sheets, and I don't feel scared at all when I face those dolls, but standing next to these dummies, I always feel uneasy in my heart."

He flipped the dummy, and on the back of the pillow, there was a strange person's name - Li Chunyan.

"How can there be a name?" These dummies are like children playing a game of house, and children sometimes use dummies, puppets to act as mom and dad, or to refer to a real person.

Casually sprinkled a handful of salt on the dummy's face, Chen Ge observed for two or three minutes, the dummy did not show any change, and then he walked a few steps away, and lifted a futon, and there was also a dummy made of pillows and sheets lying on his stomach.

"Zhang Qisi?" The dummy also has a name written on the back.

Chen Ge looked at the dilapidated bedding piled up in the corridor, and felt a chill on his back: "Is there a name behind every dummy?" Are these dummies actually referring to living people? ”

The bulging bedding in the corridor looked like grave bags, and Chen Ge's hand holding the skull crusher hammer was sweating, and he felt that after completing this trial task, his courage would become greater than before.

As soon as he walked more than ten meters away, two bags of salt had already been sprinkled.

As it turned out, salt didn't work very well on dirty things, and the uncomfortable smell in the hallway didn't weaken, but grew stronger.

"Let's save the last bag of salt, we can't waste it anymore." Every time Chen Ge walked a few steps away, he would look back, he was very worried that he would encounter a classic scene in a horror movie, and walked all the way, followed by a row of dummies staggering behind.

The muscles of his whole body were tense, and Chen Ge had already made up his mind, even if there was a dummy standing up behind him, he would rush over as soon as possible, hammer it to pieces, and then use a pig-killing knife to make up for it.

"Don't panic, I still have a lot of hole cards that I haven't used." Chen Ge didn't know whether he was introducing himself to the sailors in the live broadcast room, or comforting himself, in short, as he continued to go deeper into the third ward, the popularity of the live broadcast room was also rising at a terrifying speed. On the other hand, Qin Guang has fallen into a bottleneck, his popularity is constantly weakening, and now he is relying on Shenhao's rewards to support the field.

The wards in Ward 3 are different from the other two wards, all of which are single. What's weird is that there isn't even a bed in the ward, and it seems that no one has ever been occupied.

"I heard from Dr. Gao that there are only ten wards in the third ward, and there are only nine patients with records, so what are these extra empty rooms used for?"

All the wards are unnumbered, with uniform doors and uniform white paint, but they never seem to have been opened, and are not supposed to be used to house patients.

"The first ward is overcrowded, and many beds are even arranged in the aisles, but this third ward is so empty that it would rather be empty than for patients, is there any underlying reason?"

Chen Ge walked very carefully, and when he walked to the middle of the corridor on the fourth floor, the stench in the air suddenly increased.

In addition to the cold wind, there was another sound in his ears.

It's hard to describe, it's like there are countless people breathing hard, trying to wake up from a nightmare.

The flashlight shone around, and the uneasiness in Chen Ge's heart became more and more intense, his back was pressed against the wall, and he took out his mobile phone to look at the time.

"Twelve o'clock in the night!"

When Chen Ge was looking at his mobile phone, there was a sound of the door being pushed open in a room downstairs in the third ward.

It was a strange feeling, and the sound was coming from downstairs, but it seemed to ring in my ears.

"That bloody door in the mirror of the horror house opens for a minute every midnight, is the door in this third ward the same as the door in my haunted house?"

The door will appear at midnight, but it won't open, and when the door is pushed, it is a sign that something has escaped from behind the door.

"In the paragraph engraved by Wang Haiming, it is said that he completed the final ceremony in the bathroom, and it seems that only the bathroom in the rehabilitation center has a relatively large mirror."

After twelve o'clock, the whole hospital building became different, as if the sleeping monster was waking up.

Coming to the deepest part of the fourth floor, Chen Ge stood at the entrance of the corridor and looked down, the pitch-black staircase, step by step extended into the darkness.

No one knows what's hidden inside, and it's not clear what will burst out from an unexpected angle in the next moment.

Chen Ge's eyes twitched slightly, he grabbed the tool hammer and stood at the entrance of the building, thought for a moment, and turned off the flashlight.

The third ward hides deranged patients, unjustly killed souls, and monsters that have escaped from the blood gate, which can be said to be a killing machine step by step.

In this case, the bright light of the flashlight will expose himself and make him a live target.

Closing his eyes and opening them again, Chen Ge let his eyes adjust to the darkness, then stepped on the stairs and walked towards the third floor.

From the beginning of this trial mission to the present, Chen Ge has not gained nothing, at least his relationship with the white cat has been much better.

Originally, the white cat ignored him, but after entering the depths of the corridor of the third ward, the white cat actually took the initiative to jump on his shoulder, claws clutching his clothes and backpack, and looked like he would not let go of his claws.

"Don't be afraid, it's not out of control yet." Chen Ge touched the white cat's head, the grumpy white cat rarely did not resist, and a pair of heterochromatic cat pupils stared at the darkness in the distance.

Going downstairs in the dark, it seemed that there were more steps, and it took Chen Ge a minute or two to move to the third floor.

The windows were sealed, and the third floor was darker than the fourth, and only the bulging bedding in the corridor could be faintly seen.

"The deformed face entered the third ward as if it had disappeared, and there was not even a shoe print on the ground. Where will he hide now? Hiding in a room? Or are you just hiding under the futon, ready to sneak up at any moment? ”

There is also a nurse's station around the corner on the third floor, and what is strange is that all the medicines and records in the counter are neatly placed, and what makes Chen Ge feel even more strange is that there is no dust in those counters, as if they have been used normally.

Flipping into the nurse's station, Chen Ge found that there were many prepared pills on the counter, and the tablets of different colors were packed in small white paper bags, and the names of patients were written on the bags.

"Li Chunyan? Zhang Qisi? Aren't these two names the names posted on the back of the dummy on the fourth floor? Does someone dispense medicine to a dummy every night? Chen Ge had a somewhat absurd idea in his heart, it was as if there was a child playing a game in this ward, he made dummies to act as patients, and he pretended to be a doctor to prescribe medicine and cure them.

"Playing a game like this in the middle of the night in the third ward?" Chen Ge looked at the names on the counter, and always felt that he had overlooked something.