"ah!"
The young nurse's exclamation sounded in his ears, and Allen was hit and stumbled, and he almost fell to the ground. He hurriedly grabbed Dong Zheng's arm and stabilized his body.
Seeing the scene in front of him, Allen was stunned.
People come and go in the bright hospital hall, the nurses and doctors are all busy with their own affairs, talking to people in hospital gowns. Their clothes were more or less bloodstained, and their bodies were rotten to a certain extent, but all of them seemed to be paying no attention, or frowning, or chatting and laughing, doing their own thing.
There was even a translucent ghost floating out of the damaged stairwell, found a passing zombie doctor, and started talking.
Everything, as if in a normal hospital.
However, the glass door of the hall was tightly closed, and there were cracks like spider webs on it, and large swathes of blood were splashed on it, printing the shape of countless handprints, and the thick darkness outside.
Dong Zheng couldn't help but think that maybe everyone in this hospital was forced to be locked inside and couldn't leave, weird things happened time and time again, desperate people used to slap the door frantically, crying, carrying themselves or others in their hands of blood.
In the end, all of them turned into living dead and ghosts, trapped in this hospital forever, repeating their previous work, as if all death and nightmares had never happened.
"Please don't run in the hospital, and don't make loud noises." The nurse with half of her skull exposed reminded Ellen with a serious face that she had a deep visible bone injury on one arm, and her whole arm almost fell off when Ellen hit her. down.
Allen was still in shock, and his body was stained with the corpse water splashed by the little nurse. Dong Zheng hurriedly pulled him behind him, nodded, and said for him: "Sorry, I will pay attention to it later."
The little nurse straightened the crooked nurse cap, lowered her head and muttered something, but she was obviously complaining about Ellen, and walked away quickly.
"My mother." Allen murmured in a low voice in disbelief, "what kind of place have we entered."
"They are repeating their behavior before they were alive." Dong Zheng whispered, "Let's look for clues first. Seeing that the nurse is not hostile, maybe we can ask other... people."
Allen thought on a whim: "Hey, what if we told them you were actually dead?"
Dong Zheng glanced at him: "You can try."
Of course Allen didn't dare. According to the routine of all supernatural horror works, as long as anyone in this hall heard these words, something would definitely happen that made him want to go back to the past and slap him to death.
The two stood in the corner of the hall and observed for a while. Compared to the basement floor and the stairwell, there were no plants in the entire hall. There were only bare flowerpots left at the entrance where there should have been two lucky bamboos. , to see that the soil is opened is very much like someone who has pulled the plant out and removed it.
Or did Lucky Bamboo run away
Dong Zheng opened the door and glanced at it. The gladiolus who wanted to kill him was gone. There was nothing in the corridor, only the broken window at the end and the glass slag all over the floor told him that everything had really happened.
"Come on, let's check the situation."
Two big living people who were different from them wandered around the hall without being suspected. Dong Zheng passed by a doctor who had become a giant, and suddenly heard him ask the nurse: "The patient on the seventh floor is sick again. ?"
The doctor's vocal cords were almost rotten, and the sound was very strange, as if glass was scratching on a steel plate.
"Yes, in the morning I called to get some sunshine, or I would die, but today is cloudy, where did the sun come from?" The nurse, a young ghost girl, muttered dissatisfiedly, "In this situation, we should go to the spirits. Keba, shouting that he has sprouted and bloomed all day long is obviously paranoia."
The doctor sighed, "He suffered from hemiplegia due to a stroke. He might have hurt his brain. I also suggested that he take a psychological counseling test, but the results were normal. I don't know what happened."
Sprouting and blooming
Dong Zheng thought about it, looked at Alan, nodded, his hands clenched and clenched tightly, and finally managed to prepare himself mentally, he stepped forward and asked, "I'm sorry to disturb you, may I ask if you live on the seventh floor? Suffering from a stroke patient? We are his friends, we heard that he was ill and came to visit."
"His friend?" The doctor and nurse turned their heads and looked Dong Zheng up and down. Dong Zheng looks handsome and decent, and his years of elite education have made him particularly convincing when he is serious.
Dong Zheng caught a glimpse of the bloodstained ward round report in the doctor's hand. On September 30, the neurology department... The latter part was not very clear and was spent.
September 30th
"Is it Wen Baoshan?" the doctor asked.
Dong Zheng: "Yes, it's him."
"He is in Ward 11 on the seventh floor, but today the elevator is broken and still being repaired, so he may have to climb the stairs." Before the doctor made a statement, the young nurse told Dong Zheng all the information without any precaution.
She looked up at Dong Zheng, with her hands behind her back, just like all the little girls do when they see handsome guys, she pursed her lips and showed a shy smile at him, but unfortunately, her ghost appearance with one leg missing is a little special. I can't get my mind up.
I rely on.
Allen's eyes narrowed in shock.
The doctor originally wanted to ask a few more questions, but now there is no need to ask more, so he has to remind: "Hey, pay attention, Wen Baoshan's mental condition is not very good, once the patient feels tired, don't disturb him. "
"Okay." Dong Zheng thanked the doctor and didn't want to face his terrifying appearance again, so he took Alan away. When the two reached the corner, Allen looked in admiration: "Okay, brother, you won't let go of ghosts?"
Dong Zheng helped his forehead helplessly: "Shut up."
"The doctor said that the person is on the seventh floor, and the elevator is broken, so we can only climb the stairs." Allen looked at the direction of the stairs, still having lingering fears, "But there are so many ghosts in the stairs, we have to explain if we are not careful. inside.
Dong Zheng didn't act rashly: "Let's explore the first floor first. Since we want to go up in the end, there will definitely be a solution."
The two touched the entire first floor. These zombies and ghosts were very friendly, and they didn't notice that two aliens had entered between them.
In the end, Allen and Dong Zheng took an infusion stand that came out of the injection room as a weapon, and stood at the other end of the stairs and looked at each other.
"Who's advanced?" Allen asked.
Dong Zheng still has a shadow about what happened in the stairwell, and didn't want to go in at all: "Whatever."
Allen: "Then you come to explore the way this time, and I will stand by."
In fact, it is the same before and after, and it is not safe to go anywhere. Dong Zheng held the infusion stand with one hand and pushed open the door of the stairwell with the other.
boom!
The loud noise came from the far other side of the hall, and screams and shouts came one after another in an instant. A huge dark green vine opened the door of the corridor where Dong Zheng and Alan passed when they came, and crowded into the hall like a flood, with the thorny branches rubbing off the wall skin and the hanging signs on the wall one after another, instantly occupying the hall. all the surrounding walls.
The ghosts and zombies in the hall all screamed and shoved away from the mutation. A zombie with both legs amputated and sitting in a wheelchair failed to escape in time. into its half-rotten mouth and eyes, blocking all the screams in its throat.
A few seconds later, its ten fingertips were all split, tendrils grew out of it, and new leaves quickly emerged, wrapping around the zombie's body, turning him into a weird potted plant.
"Grass!" Allen scolded. Those zombies still preserved human behavior. They struggled, cried, slammed the door and tried to escape, as if they could imagine what they experienced when they were still alive. The bloody handprints and fissures of the man, any person with normal empathy would not be indifferent.
"Come on." Dong Zheng got into the stairwell, and his vision suddenly darkened. The stairs here are not much different from the other side. Many entangled plants shrunk in the corners, or grew on the corpses of people who died tragically.
The screams in the hall continued for a while and then suddenly disappeared. Allen's heart was tugging, and he subconsciously turned his head to take a look. As soon as he turned around, Dong Zheng grabbed the back collar and yanked it to the side—
"Be careful!"
A white palm stabbed straight at Allen's shoulder, the edge of the flower was as sharp as a blade, and a deep wound was drawn directly on Allen's shoulder. Blood spurted out instantly and was absorbed by the shirt.
Allen let out a sigh of relief in pain and covered the wound. Dong Zheng waved the infusion stand fiercely and slapped aside the white palm that was about to come up. A disgusting fishy smell.
The little mushrooms growing in the blackened corner were touched by the juice, and immediately swelled up and squirted out a cluster of pale yellow spores. Those spores landed on the injured white palm, attached to it, quickly absorbed the nutrients of the plant, grew clumps of black mushrooms, and spread like a virus to Alan's blood dripping on the stairs!
Although they couldn't see the specific situation, both of them could hear the screeching sound of something growing rapidly in the dead silence. Dong Zheng poked downward with the infusion stand, and the blockage felt like he was poking into a pile of extremely dense sticky substances, which almost prevented him from pulling the infusion stand back.
"Walk!"
The two climbed up to the fourth floor at the fastest speed. The road above was completely blocked by cobweb-like vines. Allen tried to dial with the infusion stand to see if he could go straight up.
The tenacity of the vine is very strong, even if you open a small opening, it will close soon after the infusion stand is retracted, and there are dense small thorns growing on it.
"It doesn't work for the time being, go in and have a look?" The wound on Allen's arm was still bleeding slowly, and the blood dripped from the fingertips along the arm to the ground, gathering into a small puddle.
The smell of blood quietly spread.
Dong Zheng snorted, and the green fluorescent F4 floor sign on the wall illuminated his slightly frowning face.
"Shhhhhhh..."
Just when they were about to explore the fourth floor, they heard a few soft sounds, and the plant wall in front of them automatically separated a little to both sides. A few sticking out vines bypassed Dong Zheng and touched Aaron's blood on the ground. They began to wriggle as fast as they were sucking, making a scalp-tingling sound.