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I know what Director Jia is over, it's a life-seeker, ordinary people can't get involved, even professional exorcists and ghost hunters won't care about this kind of thing easily. The principle is the same as killing people to pay off debts and debts.

Everything in the world has its own principles and rules, you can not abide by them, but you must not think about what special permissions you can have, otherwise you will definitely die an ugly death.

Looking at the article I had just updated, I laughed silently.

The book was not harmonized, certainly not because I wrote it well, but because someone wanted it to exist.

With the computer turned off, I walked into the stairwell with my cigarette in hand. I don't know when the light broke, it was dark and a little gloomy inside.

People die every day in a place like the hospital, and the yin qi is naturally heavier, and it feels a little cool. I leaned against the corner, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took two puffs. The flame of the cigarette butt flickered in the darkness, as if lamenting his own life that was about to burn out.

"Squeak."

Downstairs there was the sound of the door being pushed open. I thought there were people who couldn't sleep like me who also came out to smoke, and I didn't care.

"Click, click, click..."

Footsteps sounded, and someone was supposed to be going downstairs. I live on the second floor.,Downstairs if someone goes downstairs.,That's his purpose.。。 Basement level!

I immediately snuffed out the cigarette butt in my hand, tried not to make any sound, and walked gently down the stairs. The man walked slowly, seemingly pausing with every step, and there was a "rustle" of dragging. It was supposed to be carrying something very heavy.

When I got to the first floor, I saw some faint blood stains on the ground, extending down the stairs to the downstairs. I took a deep breath, suppressed my curiosity, and went downstairs.

"Click"

The sound of the lock being opened. I leaned against the guardrail of the stairs and leaned down to look downstairs. It's a man's back, it looks like he's a little older, and his movements are a little slow. He dragged a black garbage bag in his hand, bulging, and the blood was oozing from under the bag.

Inside the door was a narrow hallway, and a faint light came out, and the man dragged the bag in, turned and came back to close the door. He had his head half-bowed, a mask on his face, long hair, and a pigtail the size of a rabbit's tail tied at the back of his head.

I don't feel very old, I look like I'm about thirty years old, and my hairline is a little more prominent, and I look like a cow with its horns cut off. He seemed to be chewing on something in his mouth, and a creaking sound came out.

The moment the door was shut, I saw a naked figure of a woman flash at the end of the hallway.

Back in the room, I lay on the bed, without a trace of sleep, all in front of me was the mysterious iron door, turned over, swept the corner of my eye over the door, I sat up excitedly.

A woman's face is taped to the glass!

His hair is disheveled, his face is pale, and his gaze is glazed.

Suddenly, she began to frantically slap her hand on the glass on the door, screaming sharply. There was a cacophony of footsteps, and several men in white coats rushed over and forcibly held her down and tied her up with ropes.

I went over and opened the door, and a man took off his mask and said to me apologetically:

"I'm sorry, I'm scared of you, this patient is a patient in the neurology department, and it started yesterday that it was all of a sudden, and we are contacting her to send her to a psychiatric hospital."

I nodded, didn't speak, and watched as they strapped the woman to the stretcher and lifted it up. The woman's clothes were lifted in the struggle, and I saw a long cut on her lower abdomen, which should have just been stitched up, and now there was a trace of blood oozing from it.

Her mouth was gagged, her eyes were staring at me, and her mouth was making a "whine" sound.

The man waved her hand, and several people carried her and quickly disappeared into the hallway. As he walked, the man scolded his men:

"How did you do that? How many people can't stand one person?! ”

The next day, I wandered around the hospital as usual, and when I walked to the obstetrics and gynecology department, I saw a group of people watching, and a woman's cry came from the middle, and I thought it had something to do with the incident last night, so I leaned over.

On the ground in the middle of the crowd sat a woman in her forties, with her hair scattered, crying and shouting:

"Our old Jia has always been in good health, how could he suddenly die? It must be the responsibility of your hospital! He died, leaving us orphans and widows, how can we live in the future! ”

There were a few people standing next to him, constantly persuading, seeing that there were more and more people around, the chubby, thin-haired man showed a trace of anxiety on his face, kept wiping his sweat, and persuaded vigorously:

"Brother and sister, don't worry, Lao Jia's matter will definitely be properly handled by the hospital, and the hospital will definitely consider the living problems of your mother, after all, Lao Jia is at work, and our hospital will definitely be responsible for it to the end!" You get up first, so many people are watching, how bad is the impact?! ”

The woman squinted at him, and said unrelentingly:

"Now you know it's not going to be good? That's not what you just said! If this matter does not give me a satisfactory result, I tell you, it is not over! ”

The man nodded repeatedly, reached out to pick up the woman on the ground, and walked through the crowd of onlookers towards the office.

I walked to the office door and pretended to look inside, where the woman was sitting on the couch, still with an angry face and babbling about something. Beside her, the female ghost who blocked the door of the operating room last night had a weird smile on her face, looking at her quietly, playing with the bloody mass hanging between her legs.

The two babies dragged the long umbilical cord and crawled around the woman, and the umbilical cord gradually wrapped around the woman's neck.

As the woman was talking, she suddenly had difficulty breathing, and scratched her neck with both hands, leaving blood marks on them. The fat man stood up in a panic, and as soon as he took a step, he fell to the ground, hit his head on the coffee table and fainted.

The female ghost raised her head and gave me a defiant look, a hint of contempt on the corner of her mouth.

I frowned, and the index finger of my right hand tapped heavily on the center of my eyebrows, and a red light flashed in front of my eyes, and the two babies instantly fell off the woman's body and landed at the feet of the female ghost. The female ghost leaned over and picked up the baby, glared at me viciously, and disappeared.

I sighed, knowing that I was in trouble again, maybe this was my fate. He raised his hand and touched his chest, and the statue of the god was there, a crimson tattoo.

Some things are predestined, and it is useless to avoid them temporarily, so it is better to face them generously.

I know I don't have to bother looking for that ghost at all, because she's going to come to me...