Tick-tock… Tick-tock… Tick-tock…
The hour hand is moving,
Few people pay attention to these subtle changes. People always say that we should cherish time and that time is money, but there are very few people who actually do it.
But many people have had this kind of experience: suddenly, you become quiet and hear the "ticking" sound of the pointer. You can clearly feel that time is passing quietly, and your life is passing away with it.
This is a kind of silence that is terrifying when you think about it carefully, a silence that gives people goose bumps. It seems that there really is a book of life and death in the dark, which has written down the life and death of everyone.
People live just to go through this process.
According to the records in the Book of Life and Death,
According to the records in the Book of Life and Death, he died.
This is the great terror hidden in time.
The space in the basement of the unlicensed hospital is not very large, but it is divided into small rooms, each with a bed.
Some of the beds had people lying on them.
Some of the beds had people lying on them before.
Some beds are waiting for the next person to lie on them.
This is not hell, but it carries the breath of death.
There are some doctors and nurses walking around, but here, in this hospital, they are not the kind of angels in white who save lives and heal the wounded as people know.
They simply observed and recorded, recording the data of each target and then uploading it to the Internet simultaneously.
Just like playing football betting, the odds will keep changing. A team's main player may suddenly get injured, or the head coach may suddenly be replaced. All kinds of changing factors on and off the field will cause the odds to change.
Here, too, everyone's vital signs data will make gamblers sitting in front of the computer screen excited to carefully check
They probably didn’t even look at their parents’ medical records as carefully as they do now.
They make their own judgments and play their chips from the real-time surveillance videos and between the lines of various data.
This is a game of gambling with life. What gamblers get here is not only the return on the odds, but also the pleasure of controlling their lives.
And these pleasures are built on trampling on the lives of their own kind.
A woman who was lying on the bed suddenly struggled to sit up for some unknown reason. At this time, the doctors and nurses nearby were changing shifts, and the staff in the monitoring room were probably absent from duty and did not issue any notification regarding the woman's unusual movement.
The woman pulled out the tubes from her body and struggled to get out of bed, but she rolled directly to the ground.
She was much younger than the other people on the beds, and looked to be in her thirties or forties, but her body was obviously severely swollen, and her calves had become incredibly thick, almost swollen into one piece.
She couldn't stand up. Even her daily food intake was fixed in fixed amounts and types, without any excess, for the sake of fairness.
The fairness that people pursue has been most thoroughly implemented and carried out in this regard.
She is climbing.
She was trying hard to climb.
She crawled to the door, which was covered. She pushed it open with force and continued to crawl out. She looked like Sadako who had crawled out of the TV, with white clothes and messy hair, but she was still alive.
Of course, she won't live much longer. The lamp of life in her body has begun to flicker and is about to wither.
She was lucky enough to crawl out of the narrow ward, into the corridor, and to the office door. Along the way, no one passed by and no one noticed her.
She placed her hand on the office door, asking the doctor inside to let her make a phone call.
There is an electronic clock in her hospital room that displays the date and time.
Today is my son's fifth birthday
She wants to remind her husband to celebrate their son's birthday.
Thinking of her son, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Her son was her deepest bond. After ten months of pregnancy, who would not love her child if she was a normal mother
I suffer from this disease and it cannot be cured. My family conditions are not good to begin with, and my husband is a gambler and has no job. Before, the family relied on me working outside to support them. Now I have this disease that modern medicine cannot cure.
She couldn't bear to spend her limited family savings on her own medical treatment. Her son was going to kindergarten and school, and he would need money now and in the future.
The husband knelt before him and asked her to come here.
She knew where this place was and what the two cameras in the ward were used for.
She agreed, she promised.
Lying at home and dying is death, lying here and dying is death, she knows that she has become a bargaining chip, but at least, as this bargaining chip, the platform will give her family a large sum of money.
The family needs money, and her children, as they grow up, also need money.
The husband knelt in front of her and promised that he would turn over a new leaf, be a good man, be a good father, and raise his son well.
She knew she was dying.
She kept looking at the timetable.
She wanted to hold on.
She was holding on to remind her husband and to celebrate her son's birthday. She wanted to hold on until this day.
This is the reason why she was lying in bed, unable to receive any treatment, and even unable to take painkillers, enduring the pain every day but still holding on to her breath.
She pushed the door open.
Can't push.
She is already very tired,
I don't have much strength left.
In the office, there was a quarrel.
The voices of both parties in the quarrel were very familiar. One was the primary doctor who examined her three times a day, morning, noon and evening, and the other was her husband.
She smiled.
My husband is here.
Then I can explain the matters concerning my son’s birthday to him in person.
She can also ask her husband to help her convey a few words to her son. As a mother, she will be in heaven, accompanying her child as he grows up.
"Why isn't she dead yet? Why isn't she dead yet!" the husband roared.
"How should I know? Your own wife is not dead, so you blame us?" This was the doctor's voice.
"But I bet two hundred thousand that she died last week. I don't think she would have survived last week."
"Your wife's vitality is amazing, and it can be regarded as a medical miracle. She has stopped taking the medicine for such a long time, and an ordinary person would have collapsed long ago."
"It was you who told me that she would die last week. That's why I bet two hundred thousand. Two hundred thousand!"
"Let go, let go! Are you crazy? I'm not the King of Hell. I can't control who lives and who dies."
“You can’t control it and still leak this information to me, and even take kickbacks from me, you are deliberately harming me!
You know, these two hundred thousand are the money my wife paid for with her life!"
"If you do that again I'll call security."
"Please help me. I'll bet another 100,000 yuan. Can you let her die this week? Give her an injection secretly and let her die this week. This way I can get my money back and make some money!"
"Another hundred thousand? Where did you get another hundred thousand?"
“I sold my son for 100,000 yuan!
When I make a comeback, I will redeem my son.
Doctor, please help me and kill her secretly, otherwise I will lose my wife and son!"
"Haha, you are such an idiot. I'm sorry, there are rules here and surveillance cameras. I won't do such a thing."
“Then what shall I do, what shall I do
Oh, doctor, please let me see her. Let me see her. Which ward is she in? I'll go see her. I'll let her die. She'll die this week. She understands!
If she doesn't die, her son cannot be redeemed, and the family has lost all its money. She likes me very much and loves her son very much. If you just let me see her, she will definitely be willing to die for her son.
Doctor, I beg you,
Doctor, I beg you, doctor."
"This does not meet the requirements. We are not a wild way out there. We are very formal. And because we are formal, we have the most customers who come to place bets here."
"This is for you. Here you go. When you check, tell me something. Then you can place a bet. Believe me, she will die. She wants to."
The two men's voices continued.
The woman outside the door,
No breath left.
But her eyes,
But staring wide,
On the closed door,
There are still some scratches left, which are the marks made by fingernails.
… … …
Outside the hospital, Zhou Ze and the old Taoist priest stood there.
"Old Taoist, do you still have that kind of talisman paper?"
"No, it's inherited from my ancestors, it's long gone.
I used up the last two photos when I had my hair done at the bookstore last time."
The old Taoist said sincerely, "If I have any more, I will definitely give it to you, boss."
"Oh." Zhou Ze responded.
The old Taoist priest breathed a sigh of relief, then reached out and touched his crotch unconsciously.
The next moment,
My crotch suddenly felt hot.
The old Taoist jumped up because of the burn, and reached in quickly to take out a bright red talisman paper.
“Wuwuwu… Hissssss… It’s so hot. So hot.”
The old Taoist slapped his crotch and saw Zhou Ze looking at him, and immediately said:
"Hahahaha, boss, isn't it amazing? I actually forgot that I still had one in my crotch. This is the last one, really the last one."
"I don't plan to ask you for it." Zhou Ze said.
"What?"
"I wanted to remind you that there will be a very powerful ghost returning from the seventh day of mourning. The grudge may be quite strong. If your talisman paper is still hidden in your crotch, it may hurt a lot."
The old Taoist's face immediately twisted into a chrysanthemum:
"Boss, why didn't you say so earlier?"
"You said you were gone, so I believed it."
“… …” old Taoist.
Rubbing his crotch constantly to dispel the burning sensation, the old Taoist looked at the hospital in front of him. The light inside seemed to have become much dimmer. Even though the old Taoist did not have any magical powers, he could feel that something had happened in the hospital.
"Master Taoist, what do you think?" Zhou Ze asked.
The old Taoist was stunned for a moment.
What do you mean by that
Are you a ghost or am I a ghost
Are you the ghost messenger or am I the ghost messenger
This place is haunted, and you still ask me what I think.
What nonsense are you asking!
But the old Taoist immediately answered seriously:
"Boss, there must be something fishy going on here!"
"hehe."
The old Taoist felt a little puzzled.
After a while, he saw that Zhou Ze had no intention of going in, and said, "Boss, these scumbags are definitely scumbags, not worth helping."
The old Taoist was worried that Zhou Ze would just go in and catch ghosts.
He knew Zhou Ze's character, he was very rule-abiding, completely different from his previous boss.
"We went in, but were kicked out by the security guards inside." Zhou Ze said.
"Um?"
“The seventh day after this evil ghost’s death, she had a lot of resentment, so it was very unusual. Moreover, in this place, every once in a while, a person would stare at the clock and die. Layer upon layer of resentment kept piling up, and finally fell on this ghost. Therefore, when she returned on the seventh day, she made such a big noise.
Even, it has the ability to harm ordinary people."
"So fierce?" The old Taoist smacked his lips. Why did he feel a little excited
It would be best to kill these scumbags, they deserve it!
"Actually, she wouldn't become so exaggerated all of a sudden." Zhou Ze said again.
"What's going on?" The old Taoist looked around. "Is there any mysterious person pushing this around?"
Zhou Ze nodded.
The old Taoist immediately widened his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Can you find it, boss?"
Zhou Ze shook his head.
"What should we do? What if that guy has ulterior motives?" The old Taoist was a little anxious.
“That person should have severed the bond between the big bell and the female ghost, which is equivalent to opening the cage that imprisoned the female ghost. This is the evil ghost being released from the cage.
If the security guard hadn't stopped me, I could have stopped it. "
"Don't..." The old Taoist said halfway, and smiled awkwardly, "Boss, how about I go in with you right now?"
The boss wants to catch ghosts to boost sales, and the Taoist priest has no choice but to follow him.
"No, the security guards are too fierce and too strong. We are both old and disabled. We can't defeat them."
“I can…” The Taoist wanted to volunteer. The security guard looked like a big man, but the Taoist was confident that he could handle him. Besides, he didn’t know what had happened to that guy due to the ghost inside.
But the old Taoist suddenly recalled a scene in his mind.
The boss just said that someone broke the bond between the female ghost and the big clock, letting the evil ghost out.
The Taoist thought about the time when he and the security guard had a quarrel.
The boss standing in front of the big clock behind him seemed to have fiddled with the clock with his fingernails.
Yes,
I remembered it correctly!
"Boss, I can't beat him. He's old and useless."
The old Taoist pretended to be dejected and winked at Zhou Ze.
Zhou Ze did not comment.
Put your hand to your mouth.
Towards my nails,
Gently,
Blow it...