A suburb of Dajing City.

Yang Yongxin is a large company, and he was dispatched to a branch in Dajing City as the general manager.

Yang Yongxin's wife was admitted to the hospital with a sudden asthma, and his wife was the daughter of a director of the company...

This kind of hospital in the suburbs, although the inpatient building is newly built, but the respiratory oncology department, this is a contagious disease.

The hospital itself does not advocate that family members stay with each other for the night.

There is no bed for relatives and friends who accompany the night, it is all a chair.

And Yang Yongxin didn't have the experience of accompanying the night, and the incident was in a hurry, so he could only sit on the chair, pillowed on his wife's hospital bed, and prepared to spend the night, and waited until tomorrow.

But Yang Yongxin's suffering from this, coupled with the fact that a clinical patient had been coughing, was upset by the noise, and remembered that this disease might be infected, so he was even more unwilling to sleep.

So here we are, the floor floor of the safe passage, and be quiet.

Yang Yongxin himself has no addiction to smoking, but he saw a doctor hand him a cigarette and smoked it tentatively.

"Cough, cough, cough... Poof"

After taking the first puff, he began to cough, and the other three smokers all laughed and shook their heads.

Yang Yongxin didn't care, everyone just met in Pingshui, there was nothing to say, out of this staircase, it was still a stranger, and he met a nodding pendulum.

Slowly, everyone sat on the stairs, burying their heads, a drowsy group of people.

But the ensuing supernatural events broke the silence here.

I don't know when, a layer of gray-white fog invaded through the crack in the door of the safe passage, when they first saw this gray-white fog, they didn't care about it, but the smell was relatively unpleasant, and one of the male doctors of medium stature also said: This is the smell of corpses.

As the gray-white fog grew thicker and thicker, and from it came violent coughing and intermittent cries for help, and they all sensed that something seemed to be wrong.

So subconsciously, I gathered in a place where there was less gray and white fog.

Yang Yongxin and the other three also walked up and down the stairs countless times, but there was no phone signal, and each time they walked back to the 13th floor.

From time to time, there were violent coughs and cries for help in the gray-white fog, and they did not dare to step out of the floor of this safe passage.

And this strange phenomenon seems to be described only by the "ghosts" that can only appear in ghost stories.

A 32-year-old, thin man even began to yell in fright, took out his mobile phone to look for a signal everywhere, because of the huge sense of fear, he could only bury his head and cry, and his whole body trembled.

When Yang Yongxin and the other two saw this, they didn't know how to comfort them, because their current situation was not much better than the man in front of them.

As time passed, everyone thought that the floor floor should be safe for the time being.

But then, a large gray-white fog began to spread from the bottom of the stairs up until it was dense enough to cover the entire safe passage.

Yang Yongxin and the other three opened the security door.

But in the corridor, it was even hazy, and the flickering lights, accompanied by the faint sounds of coughing and cries for help, created a terrifying atmosphere.

Yang Yongxin and the other three were even more afraid to move casually.

You can only hug each other and huddle in the corner, maybe this can give them a little security.

In the gray fog, at first they thought there was no danger here.

But with a strong stench coming, the four subconsciously wanted to "cough".

Although they know that this time to make a sound... Not good.

But a male smoker, who seems to have a habit of "coughing" for a long time, endured a little patience, and directly "coughed", and several people listened to the sound of "coughing", feeling that there was some kind of magic, so that everyone couldn't bear it, and involuntarily followed the "cough"...

Yang Yongxin thought that this was just an ordinary cough. But as soon as I "coughed", it seemed that I couldn't stop, and the more I coughed, the more I wanted to cough, and the feeling was like countless insects, crawling in my throat, itching unbearably...

And the person who was the first to "cough", with a violent cough, his body slowly curled up on the floor, his voice became smaller and smaller, and his tone became deeper and lower, until a mouthful of blood, accompanied by dark red blood clots, gushed out of his mouth...

The man's eyes narrowed slightly, emitting a trace of gray mist, and his mouth full of blood was slightly cocked, and a strange smile appeared, looking at the three people who survived, as if to say, "Next, it's you." ”

Yang Yongxin and the other two watched such a strange scene at the same time, coupled with the man's bizarre death, and the corpse was slowly wrapped in gray-white fog until it completely disappeared into the gray-white fog...

But fortunately, Yang Yongxin felt that irresistible desire and the smell of corpses slowly receded with the gray mist, and the smoker's body disappeared to the floor......

This happened twice during this period.

Once, Yang Yongxin was going to escape to the elevator room to see if he could take the elevator to escape.

Because the door of the safe passage here is on the far left of the corridor, and the nearest elevator is about five wards away.

Who knows, just walked out of the staircase and entered the gray fog. The strong smell of corpses struck again, and an unspeakable desire instantly eroded in his mind, Yang Yongxin endured it, this desire to "cough", and fled back to the stairs of the safe passage.

That kind of desire is like a shadow... Until a...

Yang Yongxin seems to have discovered some kind of pattern...

......

Thinking of the young man outside the door, and the current situation.

Yang Yongxin's frightened eyes slowly became ruthless, and he pushed open the security door again, looked at the young man looking around in front of him with disgust, and roared angrily: "Come in for Lao Tzu!" After finishing speaking, he secretly said in his heart: "Wait and be Lao Tzu's substitute ghost!" ”。

Yang Yongxin slowly retreated to the corner, occupying what he thought was the best position, and saw the young man walk into the security door, after seeing the expression on his face again.

Looking at the young man who walked in, Yang Yongxin clenched his fists, spittled and scolded, and said: "Dare to look at you Lao Tzu like this, horse, squat on the stairs for Lao Tzu, otherwise I will beat you to death!" ”

The young man looked indifferent, with a hint of jealousy in his eyes, and looked at the man in front of him.

Then he walked downstairs without looking back.

Seeing this look, seeing that he wanted to go, Yang Yongxin smiled hideously, and chased after him.

As soon as Yang Yongxin approached this young man, a familiar desire suddenly swept over.

"Cough, cough, cough......"

Without the slightest warning at all, he instantly "coughed", and Yang Yongxin's body also softened and fell to the ground. Holding on to the gray wall, he slowly bent down and sat directly on the steps, patiently "coughing"...

"Cough, cough, cough..."

For this strange desire, patience seemed futile, and a violent "coughing" sound also gushed out of the young man's mouth. The "coughing" sound of the two echoed each other, but the voices became more and more dull.

At the bottom of the stairs, there was another strange coughing sound.

Hearing it in the ears of the young man, it did not look like a human voice at all, and the voice seemed to be getting closer and louder.

"Da, da, da..."

The crisp footsteps instantly covered up the "coughing" sound of the two.

The two of them looked frightened at the same time, looking at the gray mist under the stairs, a thin man came out, dressed in a hospital gown, and his figure became clearer and clearer.

A blue-gray face, thin enough to see the facial bones, a pair of large protruding eyes, and a gurgling gray mist diffused from the eye sockets. On the outside of the mouth and nose, there are traces of thick yellow liquid mixed with dense blood.

The man, holding the neck of a woman in a hospital gown with one hand, "walked" up from downstairs.

"Hell... Ghosts..."

Yang Yongxin's eyes widened, revealing deep fear, his whole body couldn't help trembling, and a green liquid mixed with saliva and blood flowed out of his slightly open mouth, and he glanced at the corpse being carried and fell directly to the ground.

It is impossible to tell whether he was scared to death or killed by the power of a powerful ghost.