"I didn't do that." He said with some excitement.

"Huh?"

In an instant, Gong Ruiming glanced at me uneasily, "Actually, this house is very strange. I admit that I did the toothpick thing, but the ones upstairs and the 'ghost fires' I saw were really not my masterpieces. In fact, this case is the most difficult case I have investigated over the years, it is too supernatural. ”

After saying that, he breathed a long sigh of relief, which made me feel his helplessness.

I was also helpless, so I followed him and breathed a long sigh of relief, and said, "Actually, my friend disappeared here, just now, on the second floor." ”

"Why is it gone?"

"Just as I turned around and poured water, the person turned around and was gone. I searched all over the second floor, but I couldn't find anything. ”

Gong Ruiming, perhaps out of kindness, accompanied me to the second floor to look for it. But the result was the same, nothing was found. For a moment, he and I were standing in the living room, and you were looking at me and I was looking at you.

I looked at him helplessly, hoping that he would show some detective skills.

On the ceiling between the two of us, the fan kept spinning slowly. When he found out, he looked up, then turned his head again, looked at the curtains, and said, "The reason why the curtains are fluttering is because of the fan." ”

After speaking, he suddenly quickly changed the topic and asked me, "Are you okay with the injury on your hand?" I'll accompany you to the health center. ”

"No need."

As soon as I finished saying this, the electric fan suddenly made a "hiss" sound. I quickly looked up, only to see that the fan was running uncontrollably and the screws had fallen to the ground.

It circled around me, so frightened that I took a step back, crouched down quickly, and covered my head with my hands.

The noise continued, and after a while, I heard a crackling sound, and then the whole living room fell silent. I gradually calmed down and looked up.

I saw the fan fall to the ground, and Gong Ruiming's arm was also bleeding. He sat down on the coffee table, his right hand clutching his severed left wrist.

That injury should have been cut by the fan when he just raised his hand to block it.

Blood flowed down Gong Ruiming's wrist and fell to the ground drop by drop, flowing very fast. I immediately walked over, took a tissue from the table, and helped him cover his wound.

"It's fine." I said this, but the blood had quickly penetrated the paper, staining the paper red.

As a last resort, I finally chose to take him to the hospital first.

The two of us went outside and hailed a taxi.

All the while, I kept staring at his wrist and his pale face. Gong Ruiming leaned his head on the seat, panting heavily, and said to me: "This matter is not simple, in fact, I didn't dare to say my true thoughts there just now. I think there's a good chance that these aren't artificial. ”

After speaking, Gong Ruiming turned his head and stared at me with cold eyes.

Even he said that, and I had to think about it. But I still don't believe that there is such a thing as a ghost in this world.

So I bowed my head in amazement and remained silent.

Gong Ruiming's wound was deeper and the blood flowed more, so the doctor suggested that he stay in the hospital for observation, and by the way, he could infuse some glucose or something like that to replenish his body's energy.

As the person who sent him over, that is, a family member, I have to stay here to take care of him.

Everything is normal during the day, but at night it is strange, and it is a little cold in this ward. The patient who lived with him was an old man, shivering with cold, and he was wrapped tightly in the quilt.

When Gong Ruiming saw it, he said to me euphemistically: "He Yang, do you think this air conditioner is too cold?" ”

"Well, I'm going to get the nurse to shut it down." After that, I hurried to the corridor outside.

There are many beds in the corridors of this hospital, which are used for some temporary patients to rest. But at night, there was not a single patient in this cold corridor.

Actually, it wasn't too late, just after ten o'clock in the evening, but there wasn't a single nurse in the hallway. I thought about going to the front desk and asking the nurse to turn down the air conditioner, but I saw that there was not even a nurse on duty.

Strange, why do people seem to be all of a sudden gone?

I was curious, so I hurried back and quickened my pace. Along the way, I looked through the window of the door and inside, but all the patients seemed to be lying quietly on the bed without their family members.

And each one of them slept soundly, and only the feet could be seen, but the head could not be seen.

Are people used to going to bed so early?

With this question in mind, I went back to the hospital room.

As soon as I opened the door and walked in, I saw that Gong Ruiming was also asleep. How long have I been out for now, and has he slept so soundly?

Fearing something had happened to him, I walked over and reached out to probe his snort. At this moment, I was worried in my heart, because I was really worried that he would die.

Luckily, he had the faint breath.

But that's weird, isn't it? I've only been out for a few minutes and he'll be able to fall asleep, how tired is that? And all the people in this inpatient department are like this, sleeping so early.

In the silence of the night, I sat alone by the windowsill by the window, looking through the glass and coldly watching the lights dim.

Actually, I couldn't sleep at all, because so many friends had disappeared, and I was worried, if I fell asleep too, what if the world evaporated?

I felt tired like never before, so I pressed my head lightly against the cold glass.

After leaning for a long time, I suddenly heard the sound of "knock knock" footsteps outside, it was like the sound of high heels hitting the tiles, and the sound was still coming from outside this door.

The inpatient department doesn't accept patient visits at half past ten, but now it's time to say that it's past eleven o'clock, why are there still people who come to visit patients?

I took a deep breath of cold air and turned my head to the entrance to the entrance, staring at the glass window on the door. I'm waiting, waiting for the guy to pass by my door and show me who can get in so late.

I stared intently for more than ten seconds before I saw a paper figure pass by the door. As it passed, it turned its head and glanced at me through the glass window on the door.

It's like you're smiling at me.

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva secretly, feeling the cold air emitted by the air conditioner all rush into my body, making me can't help but swing a pendulum.

And the expression on my face stiffened. There were also certain nerves that were twitching so much that I felt like my whole face was being torn apart.