CHAPTER IX

By the time Ye Hong finished reading all the files, it was almost dark, faint light was spilling into the room through the window, and the manager's office was dim, Ye Hong rubbed his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair full of dust. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

When his eyes inadvertently swept over the corner of the table, he found that the thing used to cushion the table legs seemed to be a notebook.

Without hesitation, Ye Hong bent down and took out the notebook, and flipped it up in the dim light outside the window.

It looks like it's a broken diary.

The predecessor of this hotel was a medical center in the Republic of China, and the doctor who opened the medical center was the doctor of the medical center, and the specific name is impossible to verify. The owner of this diary should be the doctor.

At that time, the doctor had just returned from overseas and opened this clinic with the idea of combining Chinese and Western.

It's just that I don't know why, the prescription prescribed by the doctor will change when the patient picks up the medicine. As a result, a lot of people died who came to see the doctor. The doctor was saddled with infamy and was driven out of the place by the masses.

But the doctor quietly returned. He took dumb medicine, burned himself in the scorching sun, and returned here to find out the truth about the prescription being changed.

The diary was torn up at this point. At this time, the sky had completely darkened, and the surroundings were surprisingly quiet, only the faint breathing of Ye Hong. He sat alone in the manager's office, feeling an inexplicable chill welling up in his heart.

"Da-, da-, da-" Ye Hong was just about to get up when a sudden sound of footsteps sounded in this silent space. The footsteps were clear, sounding like they had appeared in the doorway out of thin air.

The frequency of footsteps was very slow, slowly approaching Ye Hong. Because of the lock, the door of the manager's office was hidden, but Ye Hong couldn't see the situation outside clearly.

The footsteps sounded like they were by the door, Ye Hong's back was already sweaty, although it was a dream, except that he didn't feel sleepy, everything about Ye Hong was no different from reality.

Every second at this time is torment. I was sweating, but I couldn't stop feeling cold. In extreme fear, Ye Hong remembered a statement from the older generation.

When he was young, Ye Hong grew up in a remote village, and he once heard the old people in the village say that when ghosts appear, they are silent, and those ghosts with footsteps have no shoes to wear before they are alive, and they go into the coffin barefoot when they die, or wrap a cloth casually. This kind of ghost doesn't like to look up at things, they can only see what is below their eyes.

"Squeak-" The sound of the door shaft turning interrupted Ye Hong's thoughts, the things at the door were about to come in!

Ye Hong didn't have time to think, so he climbed to the top of the bookcase with his hands and feet and lay down.

The door was completely open.

At the door, nothing!

The footsteps just now were like an illusion, and the door seemed to have just been blown open by the wind.

A trace of cold wind swept across the back of Ye Hong's neck, making him feel his scalp tingle, this wind seemed to be blowing from the door, but the pattern here is very special, how did the wind blow here through two doors that are not facing each other?