Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 601: New visitor
Chapter 601 A new visitor
I said the name Xia Chi after careful consideration.
I met Chen Jiuge in a deep dream. At that time, I told him that my name was Xia Chi. In this live broadcast, Chen Jiuge may also be involved. In order to fulfill this lie, I still use Xia Chi’s name. .
Looking at my outstretched hand, the man didn't seem to think much about it, and held it with me casually.
"Yin and Yang have orders!" The fourth level of ghost art has already achieved a meticulous control of Yin Qi, and I infiltrated the Yin Qi hidden in the palms and fingers into the man's body.
I do it very covertly. Generally speaking, if someone is not very familiar with ghost art, it is impossible to detect my little tricks.
Yin Qi condensed into thin needles and penetrated into the man's acupuncture points, but did not meet the expected resistance.
"Is this man an ordinary person?" There is neither yin nor true energy in his meridians, many places have been blocked, and there is no trace of cultivation.
"Why would an ordinary person lie? Is he really not a show anchor?" In my impression, every show anchor is an extremely dangerous and terrifying existence. After all, he has survived so many live broadcasts. It is only right to have a few real skills. It is impossible for ordinary people to live too many live broadcasts.
Yin energy entered my body, and the man pretending to be Master Wang didn't respond. I was already ready to kill, but after seeing this scene, the killing intent in my heart slowly dissipated.
"This person must have other plans for staying in Jianghu Hospital late at night. The so-called experience of life and seeking inspiration are just excuses, but this does not mean that he is the anchor of the show." I let go of my hand, and the smile on my face remained unchanged , stepped aside, and kept a safe distance from him.
"Why are you so far away from me? Is it because my appearance scares you?" The writer pointed at his face, blinking his eyes a few times, as if he had gotten used to it. Alienated: "I was sick when I was a child. I had a tumor in my head that compressed the nerves. The first operation failed and the tumor was not removed. After the recurrence, the tumor deteriorated and finally became as big as an egg. My The whole face is deformed by it.”
"Brain tumor?"
"Well, fortunately, the second operation was successful, and the tumor was completely removed, but my face can't be changed back." The writer turned his lips outwards, showing an ugly smile, and I wanted to comfort him. , but the words came to my mouth but I couldn't say them.
The atmosphere was a bit heavy, and the writer waved his hands: "Don't talk about these things, it's all over."
He raised his head and stuffed himself with a can of beer, and continued: "I came here earlier than you, and this place has changed a lot. Don't come in, there are many ways to make money, there is no need to risk your life for money."
Drinking a can of beer in one breath, the writer's mood changed slightly.
My eyes lit up, and I followed his words and asked, "Is it dangerous here? Did you find something scary before?"
"I haven't found any scary things, but I always have a bad feeling." The writer leaned against the tent: "Let me tell you, I have gone to other abandoned hospitals before to find inspiration, and that time I went It is Huadu Xiaotangshan Hospital. I don’t know if you remember when SARS was rampant in 2000. In order to control the disease, Huadu spent seven days and nights to build Xiaotangshan Emergency Treatment Hospital, which was specially used to isolate SARS Patients. After the SARS condition was brought under control, Xiaotangshan Hospital was abandoned, all doctors and staff were withdrawn, and the land has not been reused.”
"I've heard about the SARS epidemic. Xiaotangshan Hospital is the environment template for many escape games in China. What are you trying to illustrate by using this example?" After my real identity, I had to ruminate over every word I said to him.
"It's very simple. Xiaotangshan Hospital was abandoned to prevent the spread of high-risk epidemic viruses. Have you ever wondered why the Jianghu Cancer Research Hospital was abandoned? Cancer is not contagious." The writer said mysteriously, It successfully aroused my curiosity.
"You have lived here for a day and a night, have you found anything?"
"Will I still be afraid if I find out? You don't understand this. It is because of the unknown that people are excited and frightened. I am in a very excited state now." The writer opened another A can of beer, as if implying something, raised it to me a few times: "Don't you want to drink some?"
"No, I don't drink very well, and I tend to go crazy when I drink." Shaking my head, I waved my hand and refused: "Then you will gain something after staying here for a day and a night? Can you share with me, After all, I will go out after the live broadcast."
"Jianghu Cancer Research Hospital is very big. I just visited the Cancer Rehabilitation Center in the whole day I came here." The writer took a sip of beer and snapped his fingers: "There are three main buildings inside the hospital. The tallest building is the outpatient building, which is the building where we met. The building where I live is a cancer rehabilitation center. The doors and windows of the deepest building are all sealed, and there are wooden boards nailed inside. I don’t know what it is for. What do you do?"
"The doors and windows are sealed, and the wooden boards are still nailed?" The structure of the last ward is somewhat similar to the Henshan Mental Hospital I went to a long time ago. I didn't spend much time trying to escape from the mental hospital: "Just Are these? Is there nothing else to pay attention to?"
I'm a little confused, the writer must be hiding something, he came here a day and a night earlier than me, probably already figured out the terrain.
"Have you visited the water tank in the sarcoma center of the clinic building during the day? Do you know what's in the tank?"
"I didn't pay attention." The writer casually threw the finished beer can into the corner.
"Then, have you met anyone else during this day and night?" I asked the last question: "When I came, there was a private car parked outside the door, judging from the driver's license , the owner of the car is not you, if my prediction is correct, that person should also be in the hospital at this time."
"Is there anyone else in the hospital?" The writer's voice changed, and he was very surprised: "No way, I've been around for so long, and you are the first person I saw."
His expression is natural, and I can't tell whether he is lying or not.
"Do I need to lie to you? There are other people in this hospital besides you and me, and I think there are more than one." I looked at the writer, wanting to find more flaws in his face .
"Why did they come to the hospital? This place has been abandoned for more than 20 years. Could there still be treasures hidden here?" When I say something casually, don't take it to heart."
The two of us chatted for a while, and neither of us had any intention of leaving the room. I was considering whether to take this opportunity to kill him directly, and the writer might have similar thoughts in his mind.
The two of us were in the same room with ulterior motives. It wasn't until half past twelve, when a new bright spot appeared in the hospital, that our attention was diverted from each other.
"Someone came in again!"
In the silent and dark hospital, a bright light swept across the window of the ward. It seemed that someone outside accidentally shone with a flashlight.
The writer and I turned off the emergency lights and opened a corner of the curtain, just in time to see a young man in his early twenties walking into the cancer rehabilitation center with a backpack and a flashlight.
"It's not Gu Bei? Why is there a newcomer here? Could it be that he is the kidnapper who kidnapped the baby?" The writer and I looked at each other, walked out the door in a tacit understanding, hid at the corner of the second floor, and secretly looked at him Think of this dazed young man with a flashlight on.
After he entered the cancer rehabilitation center, he kept whispering something in his mouth. There were a few yellow paper amulets hanging on his clothes, his legs were trembling, and he used a flashlight to shine on the door numbers of various departments as he walked, as if he was looking for what.
"I didn't hold a mobile phone, and I didn't wear a brooch on my body. This silly boy couldn't even walk steadily, and he didn't look like a show host?" I stared at the young man who was still wandering around the hall, and then Glancing at the writer, these two people gave me a strange feeling. They didn't look like show hosts, but they all appeared in the show host's hunting game inexplicably.