The driver nodded, and the car began to speed down the avenue, and said with a smile: "You don't seem to be from Hangzhou, are you here to travel?" ”

He heard that Shi Ling's accent was not a local, but his face was pale and anxious, and he seemed to have a lot of thoughts, so he casually accosted him.

Shi Ling reluctantly smiled and said, "Yes, uncle, you pay attention to the ...... driving" As he spoke, he grabbed the handle tightly, and he was very nervous.

There was still some distance from where the "prophet" was, and he had to take a ride, but as soon as he got in the car, his mind was full of the scene of the police car suddenly exploding and being overturned, and thinking of the woman being devoured by the flames and screaming madly, Shi Ling was terrified and began to regret taking the car.

Hearing Shi Ling say this, the middle-aged uncle was stunned, and then he was embarrassed to talk to Shi Ling again, but drove seriously, almost at this moment, a passenger car in front of him seemed to suddenly lose control and collided diagonally.

Looking at the fierce attack, once it hits, the consequences are unimaginable.

Suddenly, Shi Ling's eyes widened, and he was about to scream, but at this dangerous moment, the middle-aged uncle seemed unhurried, and slammed the oil truck to the end, and with a hit on the steering wheel, the taxi almost shot out diagonally against the bus that hit it.

The two cars intersected, there was a false alarm, Shi Ling was busy turning around, but he saw that the out-of-control bus had rolled out close to the ground, and there was a scream inside.

"What the hell, what's wrong today, there seem to be several accidents in West Lake." The middle-aged uncle was not nervous at that dangerous moment just now, but afterwards he was scared into a cold sweat, stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped away.

The bus accident in the back, although it has nothing to do with him, but after all, it is an accident, in case he is involved, it is always troublesome, this middle-aged uncle reported the idea that more things are better than less things, and naturally wanted to drive away early.

"Coincidence? No, it must be that mysterious force again, and this power doesn't seem to be able to kill people directly...... But it can affect the surrounding environment and kill people in other ways......"

Shi Ling pondered: "If this power is the 'evil apostle', then how can I deal with this invisible enemy?" Or, as long as the 'prophet' is found, the 'prophet' will have a way? ”

Until now, he didn't know what a "prophet" was, was it a man? Is it a beast? Or a mysterious force like this invisible and untouchable?

"Do you want to keep going?" The middle-aged uncle slowly came back to his senses from the thrilling scene just now, and saw that Shi Ling had not spoken and was busy asking.

Shi Ling nodded, and soon, it was dark in front of him, followed by a series of lights.

The car crashed into the tunnel.

Shi Ling was busy looking at the instrument screen on his left wrist, the red light point representing himself on it was moving, according to the map, this was called the Wansongling Tunnel.

Leaving the tunnel, you will not be far from the white point of light that represents the "Prophet".

"What the hell is this 'prophet', when the game first started, the 'prophet' was also moving, but why has it been so long now, but why has it been so long, but it has been in that place and has not moved?" Shi Ling frowned and groaned, his whole body tensed, afraid that the car would encounter another accident.

Fortunately, on the next road, the car was safe, when the car drove out of the tunnel, and then drove a little longer, Shi Ling instructed the driver to pull over, paid and got out of the car, and then exhaled softly.

There has never been a time when Shi Ling has been nervous and frightened to such a state when he takes a car, it feels like he is riding a train to hell, and he may encounter a catastrophe at any time.

The middle-aged uncle watched Shi Ling get out of the car, and inadvertently found that even the seat cushion was wet in the passenger seat he had just sat in, and he was secretly surprised: "Why is this young man sweating so much?" Could it be that he has some kind of disease? Yes, looking at his pale face, it seems that there is a problem, and there are several hospitals in this area......" thought as he drove away.

Shi Ling got out of the car, looked up, and saw a rather eye-catching building not far away, with the words "Southern Song Dynasty Ruins Exhibition Hall" written on it, looking at the map, carefully crossed the road, he is now even crossing the road will be frightened, no one knows if it will suddenly burst out of a car.

Although that strange power can't kill people directly, it can indulge everything around it and create accidents that seem to be unexpected but are actually inevitable.

After walking through the "Southern Song Dynasty Ruins Exhibition Hall", Shi Ling looked at the white dot on his left wrist representing the "prophet" and the red dot on his own hand, which were already very close.

He was finally going to see the "Prophet."

Shi Ling raised his head, looked at the oncoming buildings, and looked at the big characters on the side.

"Hangzhou Fourth People's Hospital".

"Prophet", actually in the hospital?

Slowed down, but raised his vigilance, and even quietly covered the electronic watch instrument on his left wrist with the sleeve of his left hand, Shi Ling didn't know what the point of doing this was, but he faintly felt that with the imminent meeting of the "prophet", something would happen, and ...... It's going to be dangerous.

If you're not careful, you might die here.

There is still more than an hour left until the end of this game.

In the oncoming outpatient building, there are many people queuing up to register or pay fees, which is quite noisy, everyone is busy with their own things, only Shi Ling is in the crowd, looking out of place.

Following the flow of people, walking slowly, when he quietly glanced at the instrument screen on his left wrist again, Shi Ling stopped, and was faced with several rows of glass doors, with the words "Infusion Department" on them.

Looking at the directions of the red dots and white dots, Shi Ling could finally be sure.

The "Prophet" is inside.

His heartbeat slowly accelerated, Shi Ling licked his lips, and finally reached out and pushed open the glass door.

In an instant, at least ten pairs of eyes looked at him.

Shi Ling was stunned.

The entire "infusion unit" is huge, with four rows of seats, and at least more than forty people staying in it.

There are old people, children, men, women, people who are reading the newspaper while hanging water, there are parents who are coaxing babies crying because of hanging water, there are couples who are talking sweetly to their other half who are hanging water, and there are nurses who are bending over to prick needles for a child, the child is yelling and shouting, and the child's grandfather is coaxing on the side.

The "infusion department" of dozens of people, who is the "prophet"?

The map mark on the left wrist can only indicate that the "prophet" is here, but it cannot specify which one is the real "prophet".

Shi Ling walked in slowly, and slowly looked at them one by one, focusing on whether these people were wearing instruments on their left wrists.