I was taken aback and couldn't help but shout "Ahhhh His legs just went limp, and the phone almost fell out, and he sat on the ground all at once. The pain in my ankles and the coldness of the ground made my nerves tense again. The music coming from the building suddenly changed, and a harsh electric noise was immediately heard in my ears. Zizi coherent this passed into their brains. I covered my ears with only one thought in my head: I'm going out! Struggling to stand up, he took two more steps to the east, and his eyes became even darker, the ground was so dark that it was almost impossible to see the confetti scattered around him, and the electric noise in the corridor seemed to be a little louder.

It seems that the sound is still a little in front of the east. What the hell is this place?

My right foot was broken, and I didn't feel much pain, and I limped forward. Seeing a corner in front of me in the dark, I couldn't help but relax my nerves.

Is it a staircase?

I took two quick steps. Go around the corner!

Something flashed in front of him, like a phantom, like a mist. But I don't feel wet. I looked closely, and there were no stairs around the corner, but an old nurse's station. Where exactly are the stairs! Who can come and save me! I couldn't help but shout.

The dilapidated nurses' station in front of him was surrounded by windows and iron frames and turned into a ** room in the corner, and a circle was drawn on the window of the nurses' station in front of him. Underneath is a table made of wood. All the way to the ground.

I look at the circle in the middle, is this a place to charge, or is it a place where the nurse dispenses the medicine for the patient to pick up?

The inside of the glass circle was dark and I couldn't see clearly. The large glass around it is separated by a large curtain, and I don't know what is going on inside. The electrical noise seems to be coming from here. I saw a small wooden door next to it, which had been mottled.

I exhaled deeply, grabbed the handle, and pulled outward. The "click" door lock opened. I looked in with wide eyes. There were several tables on the left and right sides of the room, pressed against the wall with cloth hanging from large curtains, and on the right wall hung a portrait of an old national leader, and on the table under the portrait was a set of stethoscopes and a few iron clips. It's just that the stethoscope section has been damaged, and the hose is covered with dust. Look at the table on the other side, which is full of bottles and cans of various potions and rusty plates. The drawer of the table was pulled open, and inside were the nurse's masks and bandages.

There was a large iron plate hanging on the wall, and I quickly wiped the dust with my hands, which turned out to be the room pager at that time. It's just too basic, with only a small red light in front of each ward, and no intercom system. On the table in front of him was a 50s home desktop radio, and in front of the radio was an aluminum ribbon microphone. The shrill voice came from here.

I put up with the noise, my whole head was about to crack, and I hurriedly reached out and turned off the radio in front of me. The cacophony of voices stopped abruptly. Silence fell immediately. I exhaled. My mind was determined.

But at this time, my mind turned, and my body began to cool again.

What I turned off was the radio!

With a trembling right hand, I twisted the old-fashioned radio again, but there was no sound. It never seemed to ring, so I rummaged through it and couldn't find a place to put the batteries in the radio.

The place is quirky!

I looked around and felt only a slight stream of air blowing in my ears, and there was no sound. I was stunned for a while, nothing unusual, and my hand that was holding the thin book on mass hysteria relaxed