Could it be that the baby's corpse was sent to the reference room by the doctor? But right now, the doctor is not there and all the nurses involved in the operation have died. It is really difficult to know the whereabouts of the baby.

The dean became suspicious and rushed to the reference room.

The staff in the data room saw the dean hurriedly push the door in, and quickly stood up.

"President, what do you want?"

"Today, any doctor sent the baby's corpse to the reference room?"

The staff immediately shook his head, "No, there is no baby corpse."

The dean suddenly felt dark in front of him and almost fainted. The staff member was dumbfounded and hurried forward to help the head of hospital.

"President, what's wrong with you?"

The dean wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and stammered, "The baby's body is gone." After speaking, he hurried away.

Only the staff in the data room stood in a daze.

"What's wrong with the dean today? It's utterly babbling. It's just a baby corpse. If you don't see it, it will disappear. Is there a shortage of baby corpses in a hospital?"

The dean returned to the door of the operating room again, and looked at the small footprints of babies on the floor, making his back feel cold.

"Since the data room did not receive the baby corpse sent by the doctor, and the floor is full of baby footprints, is it possible that this little baby ran away after he was born?"

As soon as this idea came up, the dean himself was shocked.

But for now, this should be the only explanation.

No wonder there is no corpse of a baby, because the baby is not dead at all. Where is the corpse?

Gluck--chuckled--chuckled--

The baby's laughter came again.

The dean felt cold all over. This time, he heard clearly, the laughter came from the window of the operating room. Is it possible that the newborn baby will be by the window?

The breeze was blowing the white curtains, and there was no one at the window.

Gluck--chuckled--chuckled--

The baby's laughter continued.

"Who is where?"

The dean boldly asked.

No one answered, but the baby's giggling continued.

"Little monster, is that you? You are already born, right? You must be laughing?"

The dean asked again, but still giggled in response.

Although the doorway was only ten meters away from the window sill, the dean did not dare to walk over easily, looking at the corpses all over the floor. When thinking about the strange things the doctor described to him before the operation, the dean even dare not walk in.

"Little monster, you're so naughty, come out. Don't peek-a-boo with me. Come on, uncle asks you to eat sweets. No, according to your age, you should call my grandpa."

Gluck--chuckled--chuckled--

The little baby is still laughing.

The innocent laughter made the dean relax his guard, and he finally decided to walk over and take a look. In order not to damage the scene, the dean put on shoe covers and walked carefully toward the window.

"Little monster, be obedient, don't run around. I'm here to help you."

At this time, the dean suddenly discovered that a small human figure appeared on the empty window sill. The little figure seemed to be 60 centimeters tall, and was dancing on the windowsill.

Since the laughter came from the window, the dean naturally stared at the window sill intently, and the little figure appeared out of thin air without blinking the dean’s eyes. This sudden appearance was shocked. The dean was in a cold sweat. But the dean was old after all, and he was born as a doctor by nature and calm, seeing this small figure, he was not particularly afraid.

"Oh? I saw you, little monster, it must be you? You can walk and dance when you were born. You are really different."

The doctor intends to balance his nervousness by joking.

Because the curtains were opaque, the dean couldn't see exactly what the owner of the little figure looked like. He could only see that it was dancing through the curtains, dancing very happily.

"Little monster, the window sill is too high for you. Dancing at such a high place, once it falls, it is very dangerous. Come, be obedient, come down quickly. Come on, come to Grandpa."

But the little figure remained unmoved, and continued to jump on the windowsill, as if he hadn't heard the dean's words at all.

"Oh, I forgot. You were just born, you may not understand human language, so you will be indifferent to my words, but I am for your good."

The dean explained it as if to ridicule himself.

"Now, come on, let me just hug you down. Come on, grandpa will hug you."

After the dean had finished speaking, he had already reached the window, stretched out his hand, and yanked the curtain open.

However, to his surprise, there was nothing on the windowsill.

"Ah? Impossible. I clearly heard the baby's laughter and saw it dancing on the windowsill just now. Why is there nothing? Is it possible that the baby's laughter and the dancing figure just now were all hallucinations? "

The dean pinched his mouth, feeling very painful, knowing he was awake.

"It's impossible, I clearly saw it just now."

The dean rubbed his eyes and took a closer look, and found that the windowsill was full of dense small footprints, and they were all **** footprints.

The discovery caused the dean to sit on the ground with a ass.

"God, it seems that what I saw just now is real, not an illusion. That little monster is really dancing."

But as an adult, he was scared like this by a 60 cm tall baby. The dean felt that his face was dull, so he opened his throat and cursed, "Little monster, I am a tens of years old, what am I? Haven't you seen it? You still use your newborn baby to scare me? If you have the ability, just come out. Don't hide on the windowsill and make trouble."

Gluck--chuckled--chuckled--

The baby's weird laughter sounded again, and this time the laughter was sharp and piercing. The most frightening thing was that the laughter seemed to come from the top of his head.

The dean looked up and saw a little baby covered in blood lying on the ceiling with fleshy hands and feet, and its neck was twisted 180 degrees, glaring at himself.

The little baby has a pointed fox head, long eyes and no chin.

"Huh? It's a little monster."

The dean screamed in fright, but the weird image was only fleeting. When the dean recovered, rubbing his eyes, and then carefully looking at the ceiling, where is the shadow of the little monster?

At this time, the dean was really scared to urinate. When he lowered his head, he found that the floor was covered with incomplete corpses, so scared they crawled out of the operating room.

"God, this operating room is really evil."

The dean, who had already escaped the door, wiped cold sweat with lingering fears, thinking carefully about the little baby lying on the ceiling that he saw just now, it was not clear whether it was an illusion, or he really saw it.