When he returned to the courtyard, he saw that Teng Rui had finally finished fiddling with the bones, and when he saw us coming out, he shook the branch in his hand, and there was something hanging on the branch.

"See what I found? Car keys! ”

Teng Rui's words reminded me that we were patronizing and searching the house and forgetting the means of transportation.

The nursing home had a garage, but there was no car in the garage that could be opened with this key, and we ended up finding a gray sedan in the woods outside the hospital.

The surrounding wild grass is luxuriant, covering the body, the car may have been parked here without moving, Teng Rui opened the door, sat in the driver's seat and rummaged.

He found a driver's license with a photo on it, and we finally saw the appearance of the person who locked the door, this person was average-looking, the kind that he couldn't pull out if he fell into the pile, he didn't have a beard, and he was shaved.

Gu Yu walked to the back of the car, he pried open the trunk and took out a black travel bag from it.

Gu Yu put the travel bag on the ground, unzipped the bag, and inside was a tightly wrapped moisture-proof cloth, and there were a bunch of black parts in the moisture-proof cloth, I may not have seen what it was before, but now I recognized these as gun parts at a glance.

Sure enough, Gu Yu quickly assembled a rifle with these parts, and there were still a lot of parts left in the bag, which should be able to assemble two more.

He rummaged under the bag and took out two boxes of unopened bullets, the trunk was rainproof and had a moisture-proof cloth, these parts and bullets were well preserved, they didn't look like old things, and they probably hadn't been used yet.

"It wasn't for the gate." Teng Rui whistled and walked to Gu Yu's side with his slender legs.

"Very professional." Gu Yu said ambiguously.

A person who uses a professional gun is either a professional soldier or a professional criminal, and we have no way of judging the identity of this person with a driver's license alone.

"Alas... No matter how powerful it is, let an old man kill it. "Originally, I thought that the person who locked the door was also an old man, and in the same case of an old man, the old man watching the door naturally couldn't beat the crazy old man, who knew that he was a young man.

If this man was an accomplice of the mad doctor, he must not have been intoxicated, he was severely injured by the mad doctor while he was conscious, and eventually died of blood loss.

It's incredible to think about it, of course, there may be other hidden secrets, anyway, I've encountered more bloody things.

"Believe it or not, this driver's license is fake." Teng Rui pinched the brand-new driver's license and gently clicked it in the palm of his hand, "The certificate issued in 2016 is so new, it looks like a new one." ”

"I believe it, let alone the driver's license, I think the files of those staff are fake."

"Let's go back." Gu Yu picked up the travel bag and threw the assembled rifle to Teng Rui.

Teng Rui caught the rifle and skillfully carried it behind his back, Gu Yu had just loaded the gun, and it was an extra bonus to have a thermal weapon for self-defense.

"Come on, I've got something for you!"

The three of us had just entered the courtyard gate when I heard Old Joe's shout, and I looked up at a window on the fifth floor, where Old Joe was waving at us wearing disposable gloves.

Except for Qiao Tang's father and son, who were still in the lounge, the rest of them were all crowded to the operating room on the fifth floor, and Old Qiao was holding a tray to show us like a treasure.

The tray contained a walnut-shaped object, which seemed to be some shriveled and shriveled organ, and a uniquely shaped lump of coal.

"It's his brain." Old Joe's eyes sparkled, and he looked like a child showing a new toy to his friends, 'Look, this is my deformed gold'.

"Oh, the brains of the dried corpses, what's wrong?" I don't want to pretend I don't understand, I don't see anything special about this thing anyway.

"It's been infected, it's not a naturally weathered and corrupted brain, see these charred tissues, it's cells that have died due to infection." Old Joe used tweezers to wipe off a bit of the tissue on the 'walnut kernel', and dropped a small pinch of cinder-like things.

"Zombie virus?" Teng Rui stepped forward, lowered his head and looked carefully at the 'walnut kernels' on the tray.

"NONO, NO." Old Joe carefully lowered the tray, his chef's uniform had been changed into a regular white coat, and now he looked like a professional doctor again.

"I haven't figured out what virus it is, but I suspect it's the virus that drove him crazy, and he's not really crazy." Old Joe raised his chin slightly, obviously proud of his great discovery.

I thought to myself, Dr. Clayton has been so arbitrary, although the current conditions are simple, but you can't just look at the eyes and make a diagnosis!

Of course, I just complained in my heart, saying it would discourage Lao Qiao's enthusiasm, and after experiencing life and death, there were some things for him to ponder, which was also a kind of spice.

But it was necessary for Qiao Tang to investigate the inside story of the nursing home, and he waited for Dr. Qiao to sleep, and then came upstairs to meet us.

He said that during Dr. Qiao's imprisonment, the nursing home must have done research on him, even if they only wanted to study the body at the beginning, but later they knew that he could come back from the dead, so they would definitely not give up if they didn't study him clearly.

"How's Dr. Joe doing?" Gu Yu asked.

"It's relatively stable at the moment, but it's a little weak and needs to rest." Qiao Tang said.

"Then rest in place, Xiaorou, you go and see Qiu Dehai wake up and carry him in." Gu Yu looked at me and said.

I made an OK gesture at him, in fact, I had been monitoring Qiu Dehai's brain waves, and if he woke up, I would know immediately.

When we came to our car, Qiu Dehai was still asleep in the car, and we locked the doors and windows before getting out of the car, and this time there were no accidents.

Since we were going to spend the night in the sanatorium, we couldn't leave him alone in the car, so I stretched out a spiritual black cloud to roll him up and carry him back to the building.

The sanatorium stinks, but it's safer to have a whole building here for rest than to stay overnight in the wilderness.

Tom went to the cafeteria to find something to eat, and Qiao Tang took advantage of Dr. Joe's sleep to start a carpet search of the nursing home again.

He was convinced that Dr. Joe's medical records were just a façade, and that the real research materials must still be hidden in some secret corner.

Let's assume that the door locker isn't a permanent employee here, and that he's coming with a weapon, most likely to escort Dr. Joe's brain away.

But he failed, and the number of employees and the number of corpses were just right, which meant that no one had ever left the sanatorium, including the outside door lockers.

Then it is almost impossible for the research material to be taken out unless they transfer the data beforehand.

I moved a chair and sat in the courtyard to bask in the sun, while Teng Rui manipulated a few shovels to dig a pit, and he wanted to bury the body.

The corpses in the ward and basement were all taken out and piled up on the corridor, and Teng Rui dug a pit, and I rolled a corpse with black cloud tentacles and put it in.

We worked together more and more smoothly, and when all the bodies were buried, it was just in time for lunch.

I charged the phones in the basement storage room one by one and spent the whole afternoon flipping through them.

The notes in the phone's address book prove that the workers have family, friends, and loved ones, but the call logs and text messages contain only information about the night before the disaster.

Not everyone has it yet, and after receiving overtime text messages from mad doctors impersonating them, only a few people have received reply texts and missed calls.

From the few numbers, it seems that these people usually work overtime, and most of their families have become accustomed to replying to text messages just asking them what time they leave work the next day, and no one questions the authenticity of their overtime.

Empty albums, empty browsing history, empty folders...... I frustrated and threw away the last phone, these people's phones were comparable to a new one that had just left the factory, and it reminded me of the computer in an Internet café, which would return to its original state every time it was restarted.

"Everything." I sighed, he was a very cautious person, and I felt helpless.

"What?" Gu Yu walked up to me and handed me a lollipop, "Found it in a drawer in the duty room." ”

"Grape-flavored, I like it." I took the lollipop and opened the candy wrapper, but luckily it was tightly wrapped and didn't smell of rotting corpses.

"Didn't find it?" Gu Yu pulled me up from the chair, he sat down, and I sat casually on his lap.

"I don't know if they're isolated from the world or deleted quickly, they don't have any information, not even a stand-alone mini-game."

"What about the files you checked before?"

"In addition to the same age, in the same year, I can't see any other problems, the key is that we can't verify it, those job resumes, graduation schools and majors, even if it is fake information, we can't find it now."

"Go out at night and get some diesel and come back, get that generator right, maybe there's a clue in the computer."

"I think Xuan, mobile phones are personal items, they can maintain a high degree of unity, delete the information cleanly, the computer is an office supplies, and the inside is definitely cleaner."

"Give it a try." Gu Yu gently rubbed the top of my head, and his gentle but firm tone swept away the depression in my heart.

"Okay~" I leaned lazily on him and closed my eyes to enjoy the warmth of the sun.

In the evening, Gu Yu and I went to the generator room to find a few empty barrels, I had been here before, and only checked the generator's meter.

Gu Yu was more careful, and while I was looking for an empty barrel, he carefully inspected the generator.

"Xiaorou, don't look for the bucket, this machine is broken and can't be used." Gu Yu circled the generator twice, then straightened up and waved at me.

"Broken? Can it be fixed? I put down the plastic bucket in my hand and leaned over to the generator and asked.

"No, you see this, it was cut off." Gu Yu pointed out a few places where the pipelines were connected, and the metal pipes were obviously cut by tools, and there was a section missing.

Gu Yu said with a solemn expression: "Someone doesn't want it to work. ”

I suddenly thought of something: "The night before the disaster, someone caused a power outage?" ”

Gu Yu didn't seem to be sure, "Maybe." ”

I touched my chin and said strangely: "Is the mad doctor a person who kills in the dark and then commits suicide in the dark?" Hey, I believe Old Joe's words now, the mad doctor has an unknown virus, he may have mutated, you know, only certain animals can move freely in the dark. ”