Watson and the other spiked doctors standing inside the ward disappeared, and instead of going out immediately, they looked up at the number of this ward, number ten on the third floor. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

If nothing else, Ward 15 should be within a short distance of this room, and Watson was not in a hurry, he didn't need to try to fight the Spiked Doctor for a few minutes.

Walking to the window on the inside side of the ward, there is a neighborhood of Silent Town, and the time is only about two o'clock in the afternoon, and the weather is good when I come in the morning, but the light outside the window is very dark.

Or rather, it's not that the light is dark, but that the whole sky is now unable to find the elements that connect with the warmth of light.

The gloom and turmoil are gradually eroding the inner world, like a cold shroud, slowly enveloping the whole silence in it.

Watson didn't know what caused the change, but it was certainly not a change to be happy about.

"Uhhh

Watson, who was watching the sky, heard a harsh and hoarse shout from the street below, and looked down, but found no trace of the monster.

I took two more steps to the windowsill and put myself on the window frame.

Looking down at this time, it's no wonder that I didn't see it just now, the original existence that made the sound was clinging to the wall here.

It may look one-sided from above, but Watson is still somewhat familiar with the scene, exactly like the doctor he had seen on the second floor with a spear wrapped in it.

The black air currents visible to the naked eye were extending downward, and if he hadn't seen it clearly before because of the transformation of the world, then Watson had finally seen the transformation process of the spiked monster now.

One by one, the spears were thrust into the emaciated body of the cross, and the black air flowed and swirled.

The first wails of pain, the eerie laughter after a while.

The body of the cross fell to the ground, and the spears that pierced its body had become part of its body, moving from one wall to another like spiders, and the target was above the hospital where Watson was.

Clank! Clank!

Watson didn't see its follow-up, as he had returned to the watch world, and the two spiked monsters were missing.

When I walked out of the door, I looked at the room number on the left side of the ward just now, number 11, and it seemed that the room on number 15 was on the left.

Holding the handle of the knife, Watson did not dare to relax, and went all the way to the ward of the fifteenth, and found that it seemed to be a place used to isolate patients, the room was not large, and there was an obvious gap between the façade of the ordinary ward next to it, and it was clearly written on the outside that idlers were not allowed to enter.

He first put his head on the door of the hospital room and listened, making sure that there was no sound of movement or the breathing of some kind of monster.

Then put the tide in his left hand back into the scabbard and open the door, the door is still locked, the old way, pull out the slash and get it done.

The door was cracked, and before Watson could fully push it open, a strange smell came from inside, probably the smell of a pile of dead fish and stinky tofu piling up together for a month, which was disgusting and sometimes not just talking.

Watson struggled outside the door for a while, but obediently went to the next ward to get some medical gauze and plugged his nostrils.

The smell of disinfectant alcohol is much better than the smell in this room.

"It's ...... Ward?"

The layout of Ward 15 was very different from what Watson had seen before, the beds were standard, which had not changed, but there were many more things that should not be here.

For example, crucibles and glass bottles for melting and purifying chemical liquids.

For example, the worn-out books and spell crystals used to cast spells.

For example, the black-red circle centered on the hospital bed and the spell crystals that have been used at each node of the circle.

"Someone actually uses spells in such a place, let me take a look...... Summoning, or sacrificial?"

Watson stepped over a lump of doors and stacked together spell materials, which, judging by the pale bones mixed in there, weren't normal things.

With his left hand, he touched the book on the shelf next to the bed, and there was no dust on the cover.

Dusting spells, which are enchantments placed on books for the protection of some precious spell books.

Fingers pinched the cover, trying to open the book to see the contents inside, but who knew that it was difficult to open the cover after a lot of effort.

"What's going on...... Did someone put a sealing spell on this book?"

Watson's strength increased a lot, but the book didn't even move, and he subconsciously felt that the book was being imposed.

It just so happened that the slash had the attribute of breaking demons, and Watson pointed the tip of his knife at the position of the page of the book, trying to break the seal.

But just as the tip of the knife touched the book, the purple-black magic light began to flicker, and the whole book seemed to be activated, trembling slightly, making the bookshelves below sway a little.

Watson took two steps back, and he didn't know what would happen if the seal on the book was broken.

Poof!

There was an intermittent sound of air, and the book suddenly opened, and pages of paper were turned over, and black air currents were released from the book.

The next moment, the pieces of paper turned into a large flock of crows and rushed towards Watson.

Mechanical barriers!

The mechanical barrier condensed in front of Watson, a dull crash, and then a few minutes later, it fell silent.

By the time the sound of the crow's flapping wings had completely subsided, Watson had lifted the mechanical barrier, and there were already many more crow corpses in front of him, and the book had disappeared, leaving only a disc on it.

I don't know what the disc does, but Watson thinks it's always right to hold it in his hand.

There were a few books left on the shelves in the other directions of the bed, which had not been sealed and could be opened, but were all blank.

"I've seen this before, and the content of some books needs to be stimulated by energy before it can be ...... Give it a try. ”

Condensed a small part of the dark energy in the palm of his hand, gently brushed the paper of the book in front of him, and lines of black himself soon appeared in Watson's eyes.

Since he couldn't mobilize too much mental power, there wasn't much dark energy that Watson could condense, just using dark energy to stimulate five or six pages was a bit overwhelming, but this was enough for Watson to see some clues from it.

This book is indeed a spell book, but it is not a spell cast, but rather a formation like purification.

Watson sees the words "expulsion" and "purification" more than once in these pages......