"It's just a worker digging foundations, as if he has been bitten by a zombie and has a strange disease, you can see it!" The old man said, and without waiting for us to agree, he hurriedly called the man on duty to get the key.

I couldn't help it, so I lifted the quilt and went downstairs with him, but as soon as this foot landed, I almost didn't fall, and it took me a long time to get used to it. The doctor said that I had a tendon damage all over my body and that I didn't need to worry too much about normal phenomena, so I nodded and limped to follow.

When Mi'er saw it, he jumped out of bed and followed behind him, ordinary hospitals don't allow pets, but those people didn't care much about its storage.

I took the elevator to the basement with the doctor, and I was startled when I passed by the main hall, and I didn't pay attention to it just now, but I only found out that I had come to this hospital once after looking at those signs!

If I remember correctly, one floor further down is the morgue where the corpses are stored, I think when I was a tabloid reporter, I had a little legendary experience in that place, thinking of this, I am a little puzzled, normally speaking, no patient wants to live in the basement, in principle, the hospital system should not allow such a thing to happen

"Doctor, where are we going?" Following behind the bald doctor, I patted him on the shoulder and frowned.

"You will know in a moment that some patients need special care, and their situation is so special that the hospital is afraid that he will scare other patients." The old man said, looking at me blankly, then his eyelids lifted to look at the light in the hallway.

Following his gaze, on a chandelier not far in front of him, someone had used a mixture of cinnabar to form a very complex spell, and I knew at a glance that this thing was most likely from the handwriting of Jin Jiuye.

As mentioned earlier, Jin Jiuye's words are really not very good, but the spells drawn are clear-eyed.

The old man was confused about what he did, but he had an almost stubborn awe of the actual control of Maoshan techniques such as the charm Yin Gang, so the spells he drew were not like the yellow paper charms on TV with a strong artistic atmosphere, but were particularly neat strokes.

"This is painted by Jin Jiuye." Seeing me staring at the chandelier in a daze, the bald doctor explained, "In the past, we also had some very strange patients here, and when the medical pathology is not clear, we will ask Jin Jiuye to take a look." This bulb was made by him, you see, as long as you turn on the switch, the runes on it can spread the entire passage, and it has been working very well for so many years. ”

After he finished speaking, he pressed the switch on the wall, and the chandelier flickered to illuminate the slightly dim corridor for most of it, and those rune-like lamp shadows covered the ground, always giving people a very awesome and magical feeling, walking under the lamp shadow and stretching out his hand, the lamp shadow brought out some traces of different shades on the palm, a very nostalgic feeling arose, thinking about Jin Jiuye's unobtrusive appearance, the mood was depressed and indescribable.

Along the way, the lights in the corridor were dim and abnormal, and the sour smell of disinfectant water combined with the dark and damp surroundings immediately set off a very gloomy and terrifying atmosphere, and when we walked to the innermost side of the corridor, I was almost unable to distinguish between east and west, north and south, at this time, the bald doctor pointed to the lighted window inside and said to me, "Here it is." ”

"Is he still alive?" Looking around, I asked him suspiciously.

"I can only say that I am not dead yet." The bald doctor shrugged his shoulders as he spoke, and when I heard this, I was mentally prepared, but the sight of pushing the door in front of me was quite puzzled.

In the room, there was only one hospital bed, a middle-aged man with a withered face was stretching out his arms for infusion, and a young man dressed as a migrant worker was dozing off in the corner with his shoulders hugged, and only when he saw us coming in, he stood up with a tired face.

He nodded to the bald doctor, and then looked at us a little apprehensively, and when he saw Mi'er, this kid was much more relaxed, he squatted in the corner of the wall and stretched out his hand to signal Mi'er to pass, but the little fox turned his head to look at him but didn't give him any face.

"Come and see, it's him." Walking forward, the bald doctor pointed to the man who was giving me an infusion. I went over and took a look, and the man was very thin, very emaciated, and looked a little malnourished, his eyes were black, and his lips were black, and from here it was either evil or had eaten something poisonous.

But depending on the doctor's meaning, his problem is not here, the bald doctor walked to the patient's bedside, pinched the quilt and made a "ready" gesture with me, I bowed slightly, and he slowly lifted the quilt.

I was a little dumbfounded, frowning and covering my mouth for a long time before I eased up little by little.

"See, no one knows what the problem is, it's up to you to find out the reason."

pinched it on the patient's thigh, and immediately made a slight clicking sound, and the bald doctor pinched a piece of fallen flesh and shook it in front of me a little helplessly, and then said: "When the person sent it, that's it, these days it's stricter than before, you look at this skin, does it look like a crispy chicken?" The day I saw him, his skin had hardened and crusted over, and the skin was torn like the one that had been pasted on the back. Moreover, after peeling off the outer skin, we found that the person no longer had the ability to regenerate skin. You see, this wound was there when it came, and it is rotting here, and there has been no sign of recovery for several days. He said, pointing to a sore wound that was covered in a plastic object.

"You just said he's a worker?" Motioning for him to put the quilt down, I asked the bald doctor.

"That's right, diggers, didn't they dig up two bodies a few days ago, they dug them up." The old man said, pointing to the young man who was squatting in the corner with a hard hat and said to me, "They are all together, you can ask him directly if you have any questions." ”

The bald doctor said, introducing the young man, who showed a very respectful and slightly shocked expression on his face after learning that I was a Taoist priest who caught ghosts, and he nodded to me, "Master, hello." ”

"Hello." It's the first time I've been called like this, and I feel weird, looking at the fluff on the kid's mouth before it hangs up, I know that he is not very old, looking up and down, seventeen-eighteen years old.

"Tell me how it happened." Pull a chair for him to sit down, I said.