"How did you get in? Cleaning needs to be done after the surgery, get out as soon as possible! ”

As soon as Liu Qiaoqiao approached the old woman, she smelled a disgusting fishy smell coming from the iron bucket that the old woman was carrying. Liu Qiaoqiao scolded the sweeper at any time of the time, and glanced into the iron bucket. There was half a bucket of viscous blood inside, and inside the dark red blood, there was a faint floating baby.

The old woman did not speak, and when she saw that the elevator had not yet arrived, she walked down the stairs and carried the iron bucket step by step.

Zhang Xiaoluo walked quickly to the stairs and chased down until he reached the first floor, but there was still a rickety old woman.

"Shadow Ghost ......"

Zhang Xiaoluo stood in the empty hall on the first floor, only feeling that the hospital tonight seemed to be extraordinarily gloomy and depressed.

"Not good!"

Zhang Xiaoluo suddenly thought of Liu Qiaoqiao, and rushed upstairs again. When he returned to the door of the operating room again, the door of the operating room was unexpectedly hidden, and only the pale pregnant woman was moaning in a low voice on the operating table, where was Liu Qiaoqiao's figure! Even Deputy Director Yuan and his group, who had undergone surgery, disappeared.

Seeing someone push the door in, the pregnant woman who seemed to be in pain raised her head and looked at Zhang Xiaoluo.

"They said the surgery was over, but why was it still in so much pain? What about my child? Where is my child? ”

Zhang Xiaoluo looked at the pregnant woman's abdomen, which was flat and had a wound that was stitched extremely carefully.

The pregnant woman asked Zhang Xiaoluo a few times, but suddenly turned over from the operating table, staggered to the door, and muttered to herself in a low voice as she walked.

"What about my child? They took my kids away......"

Zhang Xiaoluo's mind once again resurfaced the high bulging abdomen, the pale face, and the gurgling blood. He looked at the pregnant woman who had walked out of the door of the operating room and down the stairs with complicated eyes, and did not say a word to her from beginning to end.

"Xiao Luo, why are you here? Are you still struggling with Director Yuan driving you out of the operating room? Thankfully, you were kicked out. We're miserable, pregnant women are bleeding profusely, and you won't be able to go out for long! Alas, wait for the above accident investigation! ”

Wang Qi's voice suddenly sounded, Zhang Xiaoluo looked up at the door, Wang Qi in a white nurse's uniform was standing at the door, and she was followed by several people, who were here to transport the patient's body to the morgue.

Zhang Xiaoluo looked at the operating table again, the pregnant woman was still lying there quietly, her abdomen was high and her body was starting to get colder......

"Sister Kiki, where is Sister Qiaoqiao?"

Zhang Xiaoluo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly asked.

"Liu, she is not feeling well today, and she will go back after work in the afternoon! How? Xiao Luo, do you have something to do with her? ”

Wang Qi watched other colleagues busy, and at the same time replied in a low voice to Zhang Xiaoluo, with a slightly sad face. Two fresh lives disappeared in front of him, and no one would be indifferent.

"Sister Kiki, I'm a little tired tonight, so I'll go back first. You can talk to Director Yuan, and I won't bother him! ”

After Zhang Xiaoluo finished speaking, he took off the white coat on his body and handed it to Wang Qi, turned around and walked to the stairs.

"What's wrong with Xiao Luo today? There is an elevator not to sit, just take the stairs! Feed! Slow down and be respectful of the deceased! ”

Zhang Xiaoluo finally returned to the alley before 0:00, still flickering candlelight, half-hidden black wooden doors, and cold bluestone pavement. Tonight, he didn't close his eyes and recuperate, he just sat behind the wooden table in a daze.

Tonight is the seventh day of the ghost boy's head, and he has promised to dream for the other party, and making promises is one of Zhang Xiaoluo's few good qualities. Of course, even if he doesn't fulfill his promise and owes a ghost debt, he is not afraid. But this will inevitably lead to countless troubles one after another, and for Zhang Xiaoluo, he agrees with "more things are better than less".

Finally staying up to 0 o'clock, Zhang Xiaoluo looked up at the door. The night breeze outside the door still stirred the mottled black lacquer door panel from time to time, making a faint "clang" sound, but the glowing bluestone pavement was already covered with a thin layer of night dew.

With the swaying of the candlelight, time passed little by little, and Zhang Xiaoluo couldn't help frowning.

"That ghost boy didn't come as promised, he will never remember the wrong day, could it be that something happened to him......"

According to the rules of Lao Zhangtou for many years, all the ghosts have a request, pay the honorarium first, and do not wait for the obscurity, and the honorarium will not be refunded. Although the ghost boy is small, he can take the initiative to find the door, so he should know this rule! Now that the ghost boy has not yet arrived, Zhang Xiaoluo is naturally not in breach of contract, and he can close the door and sleep, but ......

Zhang Xiaoluo reached out and took out a small ghost tooth from his arms, put it in his hand and gently swayed. The ghost fangs were cold to the touch, glowing a terrible white glow in the dim candlelight.

"More is better than less!"

Zhang Xiaoluo stood up, put the ghost tooth back into his arms, walked to the door, and stood in the alley.

The wreath placed outside the coffin shop opposite was gone, maybe it was collected into the store by the fat man Wei who was squinting all day, or maybe it had been sold.

"The hour has come, close the door tonight!"

Zhang Xiaoluo said a word aloud to the empty dark alley, then turned around and entered the house, closing the black lacquered wooden door tightly.

He sat in the middle of the room, turned his head to look at the black cloth bags hanging on the wall behind him, and finally looked at the cloth bag that had been hung up a few days ago. This is the ghost boy's cloth bag, which contains his ghost wish.

"Alas! It's really hard to find yourself happy! Curiosity kills cats! ”

Zhang Xiaoluo muttered to himself, reached out and took off the cloth bag and put it into his arms, bent down and groped under the wooden table for a while, stood up and opened the door, and walked out.

The moon above the night shone coldly on the alley. Zhang Xiaoluo stood in the alley, stretched out his right hand and counted for a moment, then walked towards the end of the alley.

After walking out of the alley, Zhang Xiaoluo walked along a dim dirt path to a construction site in the northeast of J City. More precisely, this is a cluster of unfinished buildings that have been abandoned for many years.

According to the elderly people in J City, this was once a tomb with countless refugees who starved to death during the war. The leadership team of J City was originally reluctant to disturb the rest of the souls of the dead, but with the rapid development of J City, there is less and less land for construction. In the end, some construction developers set their sights on this mass grave of about 1,000 acres.

Tombs were bulldozed, and tall buildings began to rise in this mass grave where countless lonely souls and wild ghosts were sleeping. But just when the main body of the high-rise building was completed and was about to be capped, strange things happened on the construction site one after another. The tower crane broke for no reason, the workers fell ill one after another, and even the CEO of the developer almost crashed into the car and died.

The developer hired groups of charlatans to set up altars on the construction site, but the situation has not improved. Strange things continue to happen, and there are even incidents of workers falling to their deaths. Eventually, investors withdrew their investments, builders withdrew, and the area became a ruinous cluster of buildings.

Zhang Xiaoluo stood in front of the door of one of the three-story villas in this unfinished building, his eyes narrowed slightly. He looked at the thin white smoke that kept coming out of the villa window, and after a moment's hesitation, he stepped into the villa.