Now is no longer the old era, and many superstitious things have gradually become clear under scientific research.
For example, the study of spirits.
The basic materials distributed by Fatty Huo and his department contained a lot of introductions about spirit bodies, including Chen Xian's understanding of spirit bodies also came from these materials.
Spiritual bodies are the highest manifestation of the convergence of spiritual energy and consciousness of living beings. Their abilities are also related to their own magnetic fields, and the stronger the magnetic field, the stronger they are.
The heavier the yin particles in the air, the stronger the magnetic field of the spiritual body, which is common knowledge recognized by aliens.
It is late at night, a time when the cloudiness in religious studies increases sharply, and it is raining heavily, which is considered to have encountered what Taoism calls the sky overcast.
So it's not surprising that these spirit bodies that have just died can appear in front of Chen Xian and the others in such a real state.
"These should be the patients of the mental hospital?" Chen Xian asked casually, looking around, these spirit bodies were naked and without clothes, so he was not sure about the identity of these spirit bodies.
"It's possible." Fatty Huo replied, speaking very carefully, lowering his voice, for fear of attracting the attention of these spirits, "I have read the information of this hospital, there are hundreds of patients, and only dozens of doctors and nurses , there are at least hundreds of spirit bodies here, right?"
"Maybe more than that." Chen Xian shook his head.
The corridor destroyed by the fire was dark and deep. Those "people" who shouldn't have come to the first floor of the mental hospital, turned their backs to Chen Xian and the others in the corridor, and kept banging their heads against the wall.
This place is originally a confined space, if you speak a little louder, the echo will become louder, so at this moment, all Chen Xian and the others can hear is the sound of banging against the wall.
The sound of those burnt black heads hitting the wall was dull and full of rhythm, which seemed to make people immerse themselves in it inexplicably.
Fatty Huo only listened for a while, and his eyes became dull, as if he had lost the ability to control himself, and his body also slowly swayed from side to side following the sound of hitting the wall.
Chen Xian glanced at him, and stretched out his hand to pinch the others vigorously.
The severe pain brought Fatty Huo back to his senses, as if he hadn't realized what happened before, he covered his mouth and glared at Chen Xian: "What are you doing!"
"You want to hit the wall too?" Chen Xian looked at him with a funny face.
Fatty Huo was stunned for a second, as if remembering his strange state before, he broke out in a cold sweat.
"These spirit bodies are not very hostile to us, so there is no need to fight them."
Chen Xian said in a low voice, and lightly patted Fatty Huo on the arm, signaling him to let go of the gun and stop messing around.
"They are people who died violently. They have resentment and hatred in their hearts. Maybe they can calm down if they are not stimulated. If we make a lot of noise... things will become very troublesome."
Fatty Huo let go of his right hand holding the pistol. He felt that he had really lost his composure. They were just some spirit bodies. It turned out that he had never seen them before. Why should he be nervous
"What should we do now?" Fatty Huo asked.
"Follow me, hold your breath, and be careful not to touch them."
After Chen Xian said this, he held his breath, and carefully led Fatty Huo to the depths of the corridor.
The corridor was originally narrow, and there were patients standing on the left and right sides with their backs to Chen Xian and the others, so they could only walk through the narrow gap in the middle, and also had to pay attention to the posture of walking, and try to ensure that they would not touch those patients. patient.
Under the light of Fatty Huo's flashlight, the deep corridor was still oppressive and breathless, like a dark tunnel with no end in sight.
Neither of them dared to make a sound, and even the sound of walking was suppressed to a minimum.
For a moment, the only sound in the dark and dull corridor was the sound of the patient hitting the wall.
boom.
boom.
boom.
Although it was embarrassing to say it, Fatty Huo really wanted to vomit.
Time passed extremely slowly at this time, and every second that passed became extremely clear.
When the two of them walked through this hellish corridor, about three minutes had passed.
In the middle of the journey, Chen Xian and Fatty Huo held their breath, and they didn't dare to resume breathing until they got out of the crowd of patients.
"How do I search?" Chen Xian asked, looking back at the burnt patients, with a smile on his white face, "There are a lot of wards here, if you need a blanket search, you may have to work until the next day Morning."
"Don't be so troublesome, go directly to the dean's room to have a look."
Fatty Huo said, pointing to the corner ahead: "I've seen the floor plan of this hospital, and the dean's office is just behind the corner on the first floor."
During the interrogation of Hong Jinxi, Fatty Huo got general information.
The structure of the building of the mental hospital is in the shape of a Chinese character. The four sides are the inpatient department, the medical department, and other medical rooms. In the middle is a huge and empty patio space. There is a small independent building there. in there.
According to Hong Jinxi, the batch of gold bricks purchased by the mental hospital was also transported into that room.
What exactly is there
Fatty Huo really wanted to know the answer, because in his opinion, the most elusive place in the whole hospital was the small independent building in the courtyard.
Fatty Huo couldn't guess what that building was for, but it was hidden so secretly... There must be something terrible inside!
"Okay, then let's go to the dean's room now."
Chen Xian said, continue to open the way in front of Fatty Huo.
The corridor of this mental hospital looks very ominous. Although this description is a bit abstract, it gives Chen Xian the same feeling. Every corner exudes an ominous atmosphere.
Walls, ceilings, floors.
Under the burnt black marks, there was another blood color, dark red and deep.
is blood
It does not seem.
They were darker and duller than blood.
"Xiao Chen, do you feel something is wrong?"
"have."
After receiving Chen Xian's reply, Fatty Huo raised his hand and scratched his arm a few times with an indescribably uncomfortable expression.
"Why do I feel a little flustered..." Fatty Huo muttered.
"Your sixth sense is quite accurate." Chen Xian grinned, and a trace of solemnity flashed across his delicate face.
Perhaps because of his identity as a foreigner, Chen Xian's perception is much stronger than that of ordinary people, especially when some dangers are still unknown, he can mostly sense them in advance.
This is a biological instinct, a beast-like intuition.
At this moment, he already sensed the danger, and this sense of danger... came from the corridor behind the corner in front!
"Be careful." Chen Xian said.
In the next second, he led Fatty Huo across the corner and came to the corridor where the dean's room was located.
When seeing this corridor, Chen Xian couldn't help frowning, and Fatty Huo was so surprised that he lost his voice.
"What... what's going on here?" Fatty Huo asked with wide-eyed eyes.
This hallway is ridiculously clean!
The translucent porcelain white floor tiles are spotless, and the whitewashed walls are as white as snow, with no trace of fire at all.
Did the fire not reach here
"Xiao Chen, what's going on?" Fatty Huo asked.
Chen Xian looked at it carefully for a while, then shook his head and said he didn't know, this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.
The magnitude of the fire was obvious to all. It should be impossible to say that the fire did not reach here, but this corridor did not show any signs of being burned. Instead, it looked like it had just been carefully cleaned.
Could it be...
Suddenly, Chen Xian thought of a possibility.
But he looked around carefully, but felt uncertain.
"Maybe I'm thinking too much..." Chen Xian murmured.
In the middle of the corridor, there is an extremely conspicuous door, which is very different from the doors of other rooms, giving a feeling of being superior to others.
"That should be the dean's room."
"Xiao Chen, let's go and have a look!"
It was a brand new mahogany door. It seemed that it had just been installed, and the smell of paint that had not dissipated could even be smelled on it.
Fatty Huo looked eager to try, he just wanted to open the door and go in, maybe he could find the key in the dean's room.
But compared with him, Chen Xian's expression was not so good-looking, and he was even a little depressed.
The closer to this door, the stronger the premonition of danger.
"Maybe the key is in there... if they don't transfer it..."
Fatty Huo was talking to himself in excitement, he raised his hand and grabbed the doorknob, just about to push the door hard, but Chen Xian suddenly stretched out his hand to stop him.
"Don't open the door!"
Hearing Chen Xian's abrupt words, Fatty Huo shivered subconsciously, let go of the doorknob hastily, turned to look at Chen Xian and asked, "What's the matter? Is there something wrong?"
"There is a voice." Chen Xian said in a low voice.
Fatty Huo hurriedly calmed down, and listened carefully, wanting to hear what voice Chen Xian was talking about.
But the corridor is still silent and dead. It is no exaggeration to describe it as the sound of a needle falling. Where are other sounds
"Could it be that you heard it wrong?" Fatty Huo asked.
"That's right, it's inside."
Chen Xian said this, took a step forward, and put his ear on the door.
There were rustling noises inside, and the sound of papers being flipped.
It looks like someone is writing in it
Chen Xian was very familiar with the sound of the pen tip scratching the paper.
"Someone." Chen Xian said in a low voice.
"Human?" Fatty Huo frowned.
Chen Xian thought for a while and said, not sure.
"I'll go in first, so be careful."
With that said, Chen Xian held the doorknob and twisted it slightly.
Accompanied by an extremely crisp mechanical turning sound, the office door opened instantly.
Fatty Huo drew his pistol, and stood against the wall in readiness, leaving only Chen Xian standing outside the door.
It was dark in the dean's room.
The curtains were all drawn, the lights were not on, and no light source could be found. It can be said that the visibility inside was terribly low. Even if Fatty Huo had the courage to take a look, he couldn't see anything.
This office seemed to be swallowed up by darkness, the eerie atmosphere made even Chen Xian feel uneasy.
Fatty Huo was about to shake the flashlight in, but he was stopped by Chen Xian just as he raised his hand.
"Don't use the flashlight, I can see."
Chen Xian's eyesight is relatively average, not much different from ordinary people, but he can see in the dark, which is also one of the biggest differences between him and ordinary people.
In his eyes, the visibility of this room is very low, but it is not enough to see nothing.
The dean's room was decorated very simply, and it was unexpectedly narrow and cramped, not as good as those wards that passed by before.
About ten square meters.
There is only a desk, a leather chair, and no other furniture.
On that only chair, sat a "weird".
That's why Chen Xian didn't dare to let Fatty Huo turn on the lamp, for fear of disturbing it.
The naked man was as skinny as a stick, his skinny body was like a skeleton frame wrapped in a layer of skin, with no trace of fat visible, and his eye sockets were frighteningly sunken.
The light here was too dim, even if Chen Xian could see in the dark, he still couldn't tell the color of its skin.
At this moment, its dead branch-like fingers were clutching a pen, and it kept writing something in a notebook.
Doesn't seem like a spirit body
Chen Xian looked at the weird man with some curiosity, and planned to get closer to observe.
Without waiting for Fatty Huo to say anything, Chen Xian took a step forward, crossed the threshold and walked into the dean's room.
The moment he walked into this room, he didn't notice it.
Behind the office door...
Disappeared.