Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 607: Death certificate
Chapter 607 Death Certificate
"I don't know if you have noticed, but the walls and ceiling of this hospital have been painted many times." Zhang Heng stretched out his finger and tapped the wall a few times to scrape off the white surface: "The original color of the wall is light Green, but it was painted white later, which is very strange, why did the hospital specially paint the walls white?"
"Could it be to cover up something?" Chen Mo and Zhang Heng stood together, and the two searched for valuable things around the wall.
The writer and I stood in the middle of the sterile operating room, each thinking about our own affairs.
Among all the people present, only I have the hint of the underworld show: "Why is the hospital all white? The green walls should also be painted white. Does white have any special meaning? Is it really like what Chen Mo said?" In that way, is it to cover up something?"
Looking at the operating room with a threshold, the more I look at it, the more scary I feel.
The door is ajar. Although there are many of us, we have no sense of security.
"This is the clue you discovered in advance? The threshold? The white wall?" The writer seemed to be mocking Zhang Heng: "May I think you are playing tricks on us? What can these things prove? There is a ghost trapped in the operating room , and does that ghost like white?"
"Ugly, pay attention to your tone of voice, otherwise I don't mind taking a picture of you to let the public know the real face of a well-known suspense writer."
"How dare you?!"
The two seem to be born with horoscopes, **** for tat, and never give in to each other.
I saw all this in my eyes, and a thought flashed in my mind: "These two people are very calm, obviously they have something to rely on, could they be the two show anchors?"
The writer and Zhang Heng quarreled for a few words and stopped at the same time, very restrained.
"What I said before, you'd better not ignore it, this building is very weird." After Zhang Heng finished speaking, he was the first to leave the sterile operating room, and walked towards the adjacent operation preparation room and emergency observation room.
"I've found the death certificate mentioned on the note, but I'm not sure if what I'm looking for is what that person wanted." Zhang Heng's words sounded contradictory, and when he opened the cabinet in the observation room Only then did I understand the meaning of his words.
The iron cabinet was locked, but due to too much time, the iron sheet behind the iron cabinet fell off. Zhang Heng took out the contents of the cabinet without too much effort and threw them on the table beside him.
"See for yourself."
I walked to the table curiously, and saw a lot of yellowed file bags. I opened a few casually, and all of them contained death certificates.
"How many people have died here?" The death certificates from more than ten years ago are different from the current ones. They are in duplicate.
According to the formal procedure, the death certificate of the patient on file will be temporarily stored in the file room, and it is absolutely impossible to appear in the operation preparation room.
I touched the mask on my face and narrowed my eyes: "Unless these death certificates cannot be exposed, and there are very few people who have the right to keep death certificates in the operating room, this matter should be related to the high-level hospital at that time. What happened in the Jianghu Cancer Research Hospital years ago?"
The death certificate was spread out on the table, among which were mixed some case sheets and personal documents. Thanks to the dry and sealed environment of the operating room, these documents were preserved, but after all, they were things from twenty years ago, paper It is very fragile and will break apart with a little force.
"Be careful." With the light of a flashlight, the four of them looked through the death certificate and case list in the dark operating room. This feeling is indescribable.
"Lymphoma, multiple myeloma, lung cancer, stomach cancer..." Words that symbolize death came into view one by one, and even a person with a will like steel like me gradually felt an invisible pressure.
"Don't watch it, what is it?"
The writer threw aside the death certificate in his hand, and at the same time put down the case list was Zhang Heng: "It is said that ten cancers and nine deaths, this disease really makes people desperate."
"It's not as serious as you said. Cancer is a chronic disease and it can be cured. As long as you persist in the treatment, you can survive for a long time." Contrary to our expectations, Chen Mo is the most indifferent of all. It was because of studying medicine that he carefully checked the cases on the table one by one.
"Pay attention to the words you just used. For a normal person, survival and life are different." The writer seemed a little tired, so he grabbed a case sheet and sat down on the table: " Life is full of hope and has an infinite future; while survival is only for living, that kind of living is tormented and full of despair, there are very few things that can be done every day, and one can only watch death approaching step by step. "
"After all, you are a writer. If you are in trouble, you still have time to talk about the truth." Zhang Heng pushed the writer aside: "If you don't work, then don't hinder us."
The writer laughed angrily at Zhang Heng's actions: "Do you really believe in that **** note? It's just a prank, or it's just a new type of killing method. Most supernatural phenomena in this world actually originate from humans. Fear of the unknown, it seems to me a cowardice and a compromise."
"You don't believe that there are ghosts and gods in the world?" I interjected, glanced at the writer, a little unclear what he meant: "Didn't you say before that you are a fan of supernatural research?"
"I have been studying supernatural phenomena for many years, but every time I am disappointed, I do not deny the existence of ghosts and gods, but I want to use a few notes to convince me, do you think it is possible?" the writer stretched out A lazy waist: "Find it yourself. I'll go and conceive my novel. If I write a book about tonight's experience, it should be very popular, right?"
The writer patted the ashes on his legs, stood up, and the case that he put under his **** just now had been torn apart.
I shook my head and didn't pay attention at first, but when I saw the name of the deceased on the medical record, my heart seemed to miss a beat.
"Gu Tongtong?"
It's a very playful girl's name, it sounds cute, but it gives me a little creepy feeling.
"Before I entered the hospital, I saw a missing person notice in Gu Bei's car. The baby girl who was kidnapped seemed to be called Gu Tongtong!"
Duplicate name? No, the probability of having exactly the same surname and first name is too small, right?
My back was numb, the situation was getting out of control, I frowned, most of my attention was on finding the host of the show, ignoring the horror of the live broadcast itself.
"If it wasn't for the same name, Gu Tongtong had died twenty years ago, so what happened to Gu Bei in the private car and the woman who disappeared in the dense forest? Are they also dead? Or is there another reason. "Things broke through and I think I found the death certificate that the note needed.
I walked to the death certificate without a trace. I am not going to share this secret with others. Compared with other anchors, I have no advantage. Only by using the danger of the live broadcast itself can I fight my way out in the cracks .
"I am currently in the live broadcast of the underworld show. Every time the live broadcast of the show is a test of life and death, it is extremely difficult and there is no room for distraction. I must go all out." Glancing at the departing writer, he walked casually, "With so many death certificates, he chose Gu Tongtong to sit under his ass. Is this intentional or a coincidence?"
Looking down, Gu Tongtong's death certificate has been broken, the time is too long, and the words on it have been blurred.
"Age three years old, cause of death: malignant tumor of hematopoietic tissue?" I don't know much about medicine, but there is a person who specializes in medicine at the scene.
"Chen Mo, what is hematopoietic malignant tumor? Can hematopoietic tissue get cancer?"
Chen Mo, who was anxiously looking through the death certificate, didn't raise his head: "Theoretically, any cell has the possibility of becoming cancerous. The hematopoietic tissue tumor you mentioned is actually leukemia."
"Leukemia... disease?" I felt a little regretful after hearing this answer, because I might have revealed an important piece of information unintentionally. Fortunately, the writer is far away, and Chen Mo and Zhang Heng are both looking for things. Didn't notice.
I breathed a sigh of relief, looked away from Gu Tongtong's case sheet, and thought flashed in my mind: "Why is it called leukemia? Is it because the blood of the patient is white? And the show gave me a hint why in the hospital Are they all white? Does this have something to do with Gu Tongtong?"
A baby girl who had been dead for more than twenty years suddenly came back to life and was kidnapped to an abandoned hospital.
"Maybe there are no kidnappers in the hospital at all? Everything is caused by the baby girl?" I smelled the breath of conspiracy, and cold sweat broke out on my forehead. You know, I haven't even explored a tenth of this hospital, and I don't know how many terrifying things are hidden in that darker and deeper place!
"White blood..." I pressed my fingers on the table, and before anyone noticed, I secretly stuffed the case list into my trouser pocket.
"The original words on the note were that the person needed a birth certificate and a death certificate, but he didn't say what he wanted them for?" I'm still not completely sure that it was Gu Tongtong who gave the note to Chen Mo and Zhang Heng, so I Not ready to break away from the team and act alone.
There are too many things to think about, and too few clues, the face under my mask is getting harder to look at.
"What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and look for it?"
Chen Mo looked at me in a daze by the table, and shook the flashlight at me. The sudden strong light interrupted my thoughts. I looked down at the death certificates on the table: "Look for it? How? You didn't Any tips, know which death certificate it needs? Why don't we take all of these and go straight to the mortuary in Ward Three to find the birth certificate."
"The night is long and has many dreams. What you said is also reasonable, but I always feel that if I don't understand the reason, it will be very dangerous to go to the third sick building." Zhang Heng looked up at me. He seemed to be planning to say something, but His gaze was completely frozen the moment he saw me, as if petrified.