Xu Lang's body, who had already walked a few steps, suddenly halted, and a bad premonition emerged in his heart.
It was only ten minutes before the mission started. It stands to reason that Song Zhuoming and the others just set out to make preparations at Jiming Hospital. How could the dead appear at this time
Who will this dead person be
Xu Lang's face was even more gloomy. He took out his cell phone, edited a text message and sent it to Song Zhuoming, asking about the situation there.
But before he sent it over, Song Zhuoming's phone number was the first to call, Xu Lang hurriedly answered without stopping.
"Song Zhuoming?"
"Brother Xu? Are you okay?"
"Of course I'm fine, I haven't entered the suburban hospital yet."
Song Zhuoming's tone suddenly loosened when he heard this, and then whispered: "All of our executors are heading to the vicinity of Jiming Hospital in batches to prepare for tomorrow's plan."
Xu Lang listened to Song Zhuoming's tone and felt a little relieved: "So, you have also received the notice from the newspaper."
"Yes, I thought the accident happened on your side for the first time. Now our group of people are rushing to Jiming Hospital in front and back vehicles. There is no possibility of casualties." Remember the website.
Xu Lang frowned, he squeezed the phone subconsciously with his right hand, lingering in silence.
"Brother Xu, you have to be careful, I feel that the infected person is likely to have died."
Xu Lang didn't say any more, he hung up the phone after one sentence, and then his gaze was directed at the suburban hospital in front of him.
"As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the hospital with my front foot, I immediately received a death message. What does this mean?"
Xu Lang's expression was so different that he could almost conclude that the first deceased was definitely an infected person in a suburban hospital!
And it is very likely to be one of the two late-stage infected people!
But when he looked at the dark hospital in front of him, he didn't change the least after a person died. In those three floors, the lights didn't even turn on!
It stands to reason that every infected person in the intensive care unit must have detection equipment. Once the patient has an abnormality, the hospital will respond as soon as possible.
But why did the suburban hospitals allow the infected to die without even managing them!
Things must be tricky if something goes wrong!
This is Xu Lang's long-term experience in dealing with evil spirits. This suburban hospital itself is weird enough. Now that this kind of thing happened without the slightest measure, it explained the problem.
After Xu Lang pondered over and over again, in fact, the hospital's inaction had some benefits for him.
Since there was no one in the hospital to investigate the situation, Xu Lang was just given the opportunity to sneak in. Then he could easily find the two late-stage infected persons.
Xu Lang took a deep breath, no longer caring about it, and walked straight to the gate of the suburban hospital.
As he walked, he paid attention to the communication room in front of him. This communication room was very strangely constructed.
Xu Lang could actually see that the main entrance of the communication room was not inside the hospital, but outside the gate of the hospital. You can walk out of the hospital as soon as you push the door!
This feels as if this communication room was not set up for external inspections, but rather like it was set up for the inside of the hospital!
Xu Lang's brow furrowed tighter, and the stranger feeling he felt as he approached the suburban hospital, even this seemingly normal communication room was uncharacteristically normal.
With the light reflected through the glass window, Xu Lang quietly approached and looked inward.
The structure inside is very simple. There is only a table and a chair. Unlike the previous communication rooms, there are no beds here. An older man, with a newspaper on his back, rests on the back of the chair, motionless. .
After taking a glance, Xu Lang withdrew his gaze, secretly saying that the management here is too loose.
At the only checkpoint, the uncle inside couldn't help but fall asleep, and the communication room didn't even put a bed for the night shift staff.
Xu Lang quietly bent down, got in under the railing, and then began to observe the surrounding environment head on.
There is no light here, only the faint light of the communication room at the back illuminates some roads.
I don't know how it was done. It doesn't look like a hospital at all. The three-story building in front of it seems to be extremely old, the decoration style is also very backward, and there is no modern atmosphere at all.
Xu Lang smelled a strong pungent smell as soon as he got close. After wiping it with his hand, he felt a little damp on his hands. This shows that this layer of black lacquer was also recently applied. With dew.
There were weeds under the corner, and it seemed that no one was dealing with it. Xu Lang wandered around and never saw anyone other than the uncle.
Looking inward along the window, I didn't see any room with lights on, as if there was no one inside.
Xu Lang's brows were twisted into a pimple, as the old saying goes, it doesn't look like a hospital at all!
After hesitating again and again, he still chose to enter the small building from the front entrance, where there should be information on the arrangement of the wards. He had already thought about it now, and his decision to come and test in the dark was definitely not correct.
But after all, he has come here, and he can't return without success.
He only needs to find the two late-stage infected people and take them away from the suburban hospital. It is enough. Song Zhuoming and the rest can be left to let them transfer these infected people. It will not be too late to ask again.
Xu Lang's footsteps were brisk, trying not to make any noise, and quietly entered the small building.
And Xu Lang always entered the communication room carefully checked. The old man who seemed to fall asleep extremely deep, the newspaper on his face was blown down by a breeze at this moment.
An old and dry face was completely revealed in this way, but his eyes were wide open, almost squeezing out the eye sockets, the whole face was not bloody, it was pale.
The blue-purple tendons on the neck bulged, the facial features were completely distorted, and the tongue was stretched out long, looking extraordinarily hideous.
If Xu Lang could see this scene, he could almost conclude that the old man was scared to death!
The old man's right hand hanging under the back of the chair weakly loosened at this time, and a jade medal slipped from his palm.
It was as if he was still pinning his hope of survival on that jade plate before he died, but at this moment the jade plate slammed into the ground forcibly, and it broke into several petals with a crackle, and fell to pieces.
Everything was still, and the world seemed to be infected by an extremely terrifying force. The voice of any living person disappeared completely. Only the old-fashioned desk clock on the table was still walking ticking.
And the slender pointer, originally walking extremely slowly, began to change extreme at this moment, as if someone was fiddled with the pointer, making it several times faster, and madly accelerating towards zero 30 minutes!
Xu Lang entered the three-story small building at this time, but the feeling of thorny back became more obvious.
He was facing a yellow sticker, and the paper looked very old, as if it had been pasted here for a long time.
The texture is a bit soft, as if it were written on old rice paper, with information about the wards written in black ink.
The first floor is the emergency department and various departments, the second floor is some operating rooms and the remaining departments, and the third floor is the ward.
Obviously, those infected must be on the third floor, and Xu Lang's heart was fluttering, and it was the third floor again!
When he was in Jiming Hospital, he almost didn't leave the third floor alive, and the shadow remained, so much so that when he saw the two words on the third floor, he had no confidence.
Xu Lang's heart didn't know why it kept beating violently. Looking around the wide corridor, he always felt that something was lurking near him.
It's so quiet!
This is a hospital, and it is a key hospital that isolates infected people. How could it be so quiet just after a patient passed away!
Only the large, floor-standing clock in the hall, the pointer on it kept ticking.
Xu Lang couldn't help but set his gaze on it. This is a clock that hasn't appeared in modern society for a long time. Maybe it was still popular decades ago. He always felt that the suburban hospital was a little bit unlike a modern hospital.
There are a lot of old things here, not only the decoration, but also the configuration inside.
But looking at the old clock, a strange thing appeared in his heart. This clock...somewhat inaccurate
The above time shows 0:27, and he was still checking the time before entering the hospital. At that time, it was only more than ten minutes. It was not possible for him to take two steps like this and more than ten minutes passed
Xu Lang couldn't help but raised his hand and glanced at his watch, but the pointer on it had completely stopped.
His face was startled, the watch stopped
It stopped at 1:17, this time, it was the time he had just entered the suburban hospital!
Xu Lang's complexion began to become cloudy and uncertain, and then he turned around abruptly, but his back was empty, without any change in the slightest.
His heart beats the drum, this feeling is too weird, the stopped clock, the deadly hospital, follow like a shadow!
Xu Lang's expression was startled. He once again thought of the terrible feelings he felt at Jiming Hospital. Maybe if he stays longer, there may indeed be unsolvable evil spirits!
"run!"
But when Xu Lang wanted to go back the same way, he found that the building was beginning to become illusory, and the ground was a little soft when he stepped on it, and there was a shocking numb feeling when he stepped on it.
The closer this feeling is to the door, the more real it becomes!
Xu Lang's face suddenly changed, and there was a shock in his heart, why so fast!
He hasn't done anything yet, he hasn't watched anything, just like the first attack of the evil spirit
"Boom, boom, boom"
The old clock behind Xu Lang suddenly issued a timing reminder. The metal drum hanging below rang at this moment, and he turned his head abruptly.
"It's not the hour now, why tell the time?"
The time came to midnight at half past thirty!
Xu Lang stepped back weakly, but the doorway close at hand was incredibly far away at this time, as if the ground was constantly rolling, and all his struggles were just walking in place!
At this time, Xu Lang finally lowered his head, looked at the soft ground, and then widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.
At this moment, the original hard floor tiles have all become pieces of scattered soft human skin. Faces and hands are stacked together, layer after layer, and paved the floor of the corridor!
The bones are like mountains, but no blood oozes out! (End of this chapter)