Their conversation was interrupted by another burst of laughter, the sound coming from the fifth floor, and Yan Zhen was standing on the staircase between the fourth and fifth floors at the moment. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

There is a saying that if you are not afraid of ghosts crying, you are afraid of ghosts laughing!

Yan Zhen adjusted his breathing and physical state, and was ready to move at any time, his speed was faster than ordinary people, which was also the reason why he was able to succeed in two blows just now.

He is going to take advantage of this now, and his constantly evolving body can make up for the lack of physical strength.

The fifth floor is the obstetrics and gynecology department, Yan Zhen came to the exit of the stairwell, standing facing the corridor, at this time he must not leave his back to the ghosts on this floor.

"The person you're looking for is here... Come on...... Come here, ......" The woman's voice came faintly, like the call of a lover in the next world, with a smile in her words, not like the deliberately prolonged strange voice in the ghost movie, a very ordinary voice, the same as a living person.

Yan Zhen took two steps forward, but did not enter the corridor, the tips of his shoes were against the threshold, and there was an exit at each end of the corridor of the hospital, the sound came from the other side of the corridor, he took a breath and stepped into the corridor.

The green safety lights glow with an eerie glow, and on both sides of the corridor are the consultation rooms, and the signs of the first consultation rooms and the first consultation rooms are hung on the doors.

Except for one door in the middle of the corridor, the doors of the other consultation rooms were closed, and Yan Zhen picked one and kicked it twice, making sure it was locked.

He walked directly to the door in the middle, the light was bright, and he instinctively squinted his eyes, there was no power outage in the boat market, he also used the electric kettle in the coffee shop to boil the water, and of course there would be electricity in the hospital.

What Yan Zhen was thinking at this time was, can ghosts see the light?

He quickly forced himself to open his eyes, and the room was bright, with a smiling man in his fifties sitting behind the doctor's desk.

"Dad?" Yan Zhen shouted.

"Yan Zhen." The man smiled, which was the kind of smile that the father and son would only show when they met every time Yan Zhen returned to his hometown for the New Year.

Everything in the consultation room changed in an instant, the walls, tables, chairs, and floors were all distorted and transformed, and finally became a familiar appearance in Yan Zhen's memory.

"Did you buy a ticket to go back?" The man asked, and stepped forward to take the bag and plastic bag that Yan Zhen was carrying.

"I bought it, and my hands cramped when I grabbed the ticket." Yan Zhen let go of his fingers and handed the bag and plastic bag he was carrying to his father.

"I went to the morning market yesterday and bought a pork rib, enough for you to eat!" The man always smiled and said, "Look, there is snow all over your clothes, quickly take them off and hang them on the hanger, and after a while the snow melts and the water drips on the floor." ”

"It's so heavy snow outside, you can't see such a big snow in T City." Yan Zhen said as he took off his coat and hung it on the hanger.

"Wash your face, wash your hands, and start eating right away." The man put the bag into Yan Zhen's bedroom, came out and entered the kitchen, and the kitchen overflowed with the smell of stewed meat.

Yan Zhen stood in the bathroom, there was a somewhat tired face in the mirror, every time he was reluctant to take the D car, he bought a hard seat, sat down for more than 20 hours, and his brain was always dizzy when he got home.

The tap water in winter was very cold, freezing cold, Yan Zhen washed his face, and the whole person was not only unenergetic, but even more confused.

He sat down at the table, thinking about finishing his meal and getting some sleep, but now he felt as if he was still rocking on the train, and he didn't feel grounded at all.

Ahh

A scream woke Yan Zhen up, the sound was really harsh, and it was close to his ear, and suddenly the white light in front of him disappeared, and he returned to the dark consultation room.

The experience just now was too real, Yan Zhen was in a trance for a while, he didn't expect to be tricked after making sufficient preparations in advance.

Everything written by the disaster writer is based on his own memories and imaginations, and unless the person is a ghost, what he creates must come from the information he has received in the past, such as movies, novels, folklore, etc.

Hallucinations are one of the common tricks used by ghosts in many film and television works and supernatural novels, but for a person who does not believe in ghosts and gods, he is very skeptical of the authenticity of this view.

Perhaps, the ghosts are incapacitated, and it is the paradise that gives the ghosts in the middle of the night Mikyo's writing this ability.

They don't have to follow the laws of reality at all, they just follow the routine, so ...... A copycat version of the Bagua Mirror has three ghosts flying away, and an ordinary peachwood sword can also kill the resentful souls of vain!

It's no wonder that these things work, and the props that work for ghosts in the movie are just as effective in reality.

The way he chose was really right, but unfortunately he was still on the road with magic weapons all over his body.

He looked at himself again, the black dog blood had been washed off his skin, his coat was taken off and hung on a dusty hanger, his hands were empty, and his two swords rested on his office.

The ghost thought it had succeeded, and wanted to pounce on Yan Zhen, but it didn't succeed, because Xiao 7 slapped the thing that had been lying on Yan Zhen's back after trying to communicate with him through brain waves a few times without success.

Yan Zhen came to his senses, and when he was in a trance, he saw a big-bellied female ghost rolling on the ground with her face covered.

Then it gradually turned into black smoke and disappeared, and a string of copper bells fell to the ground, which was the string of demon bells he tied around Xiao 7's neck.

"Whew~ Fortunately, I'm moving fast!"

"It's really dangerous, just now I obviously think everything I saw is unreasonable, but my brain and body are out of control."

"That's going up, it's too dangerous."

"High Danger, High Reward!"

After Yan Zhen finished speaking, he was a little surprised, he is a person who likes to be stable and step-by-step, and he feels that it is risky to buy funds, but now he has become able to accept taking risks!

The door of the stairwell on the seventh floor was locked, and there was no sound inside, Yan Zhen continued to go up, and came to the eighth floor, and the eye-catching '7' on the white wall made Yan Zhen stunned.

He climbed another staircase, and the number on the wall was still 7, an old-fashioned meme, as if there was no other idea when there was a paranormal event in the stairwell.

He looked at the bright red '7', and then at the closed hallway door, the seventh floor, maybe he had to open the door to continue his journey.

"Little 7, do me a favor and melt this lock."

"Okay." Xiao 7 used a laser knife to cut the lock, Yan Zhen opened the door, the corridor on this floor did not even light up the emergency light, he turned on the flashlight, shone deeply, and found that the layout of the clinic had not changed, but the sign hanging on the door of each clinic had changed the content into a class.

From Class 1 to Class 8 of the third year, Yan Zhen walked in front of these 'classrooms', and through the glass on the door, he could see the neatly arranged tables and the blackboard of the lectern in front of him.

"How can there be classrooms in a hospital? It's real, not an illusion. Little 7 said.

"Maybe it's the writer's special hobby." Yan Zhen looked at them in turn, and the first few classrooms were nothing special.

"There's something in this desk." In the last classroom, Little 7 finally made a discovery, jumping onto the desk in the last row by the window.

It was a black-covered journal with ******** on the front, still written in a highlighter.

"This person probably has watched too much anime." Yan Zhen had heard of a comic called ********, and he had also published animations and movies, but he was not interested in mystery novels and anime, so he only knew the title and introduction of the book, and he hadn't read the content at all.

He flipped open the title page, and there were words on it—countdown, and he turned it back, only to find that it was a very traditional diary, with the year, month, day, weather, and other information rules written in the upper right corner.

The diary's owner's handwriting is terrible, and if you use the comments of a primary school Chinese teacher, it is more ugly than a cockroach crawling.

But fortunately, it doesn't affect reading, Yan Zhen has no hobby of snooping on other people's privacy, but the sudden appearance of this diary here may be a hint.

As a result, the content of the first page made Yan Zhen frown slightly, and he also understood the meaning of the three words on the title page.

The owner of this diary is dying, and less than a month before the college entrance examination, the date of the doctor's diagnosis is the birth date of this diary.

So, this is truly a ********!