Chapter Thirty-Five

If this person isn't Cheng Mei, who could it be?

More importantly, why did she sneak into the black team?

As Wen Jianyan walked forward, he was thinking carefully in his mind.

Lin Qing?

If it was Lin Qing, it would actually make sense for her to show up to bring her younger brother out of danger.

Although Wen Jianyan lied that he was the other party's ex-boyfriend, if it was really Lin Qing, there would be no problem.

As a ghost, she not only gave her younger brother the advice of "running fast" on the second floor, but also gave hidden items of difficulty level.

More importantly, according to Wen Jianyan's conclusion in the obstetrics and gynecology department on the third floor, the other party should have opposed the inhumane terrorist plan of the entire hospital, so he died.

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan stopped.

He looked at the familiar cold corridor in front of him, and the operating rooms extending into the distance, and immediately understood where he was now.

fourth floor.

Although Wen Jianyan didn't count exactly how long he walked down, the place where he stopped should be the junction of the third floor and the second floor.

But…

After leaving the stairwell, he came to the fourth floor.

If there is any floor that Wen Jianyan is most afraid of now, it is definitely here.

After all, the ghost spawned here is the only one that can really restrain the ghost baby, and it is also an adjustment made by the dungeon to counter his deviant behavior after the difficulty is increased.

Thinking of what happened here before, Wen Jianyan felt his stomach throbbing again.

This is too bad...

He has almost used up his props, and the points he has just fed to the apple seedlings, and the other people have been chased and intercepted by the red side, and it is estimated that they are also stretched.

Could "Cheng Mei" be Lin Qing?

Wen Jianyan didn't dare to bet on this possibility.

Moreover, even if it was really Lin Qing, he couldn't guarantee 100% that after death, the other party would still be kind to mankind.

However, there is one thing he can guarantee.

This guy is definitely coming for himself.

After all, there were so many fire exits in this hospital, it was definitely not a coincidence that he and his teammate just ran into him when going downstairs.

Su Cheng lowered his voice: "By the way, that legendary hidden item should be on you, right?"

"Yes, as long as we hide it well and wait until the hour is over, we will win."

Wen Jianyan nodded, and said in a normal tone without changing his face: "Well, why don't we rest on this floor next."

Cheng Mei at the back of the line spoke weakly: "In this case, I know there is a place where I can stay for a while, and it should be safe."

Su Cheng was surprised: "Really?"

Wen Jianyan turned to look at Cheng Mei, and smiled pleasantly: "Is that so, then please lead the way!"

"okay."

Cheng Mei nodded, and she walked at the front of the line, leading the others down the corridor.

Wen Jianyan's pace slowed down without a trace, and he reached the end of the line little by little, and then looked at the right time—

He turned and ran!

The best thing he was good at, besides lying, was running away.

It doesn't matter whether a lie can deceive people or not, the most important thing is to learn how to get out of it.

Judging from the opponent's behavior of guiding and rescuing the black teammate, "Cheng Mei" is not a big threat to others, but more of wanting to use the opponent to relax his vigilance.

The hatred value of the entire dungeon is concentrated on him, and after they act separately, the survival probability of Su Cheng and the others will actually increase.

The young man's figure was flexible and light, and his steps were as light as a cat's. Even on such a ground, he never made any sound.

Even Su Cheng and Jiguantou didn't realize that one person was unknowingly missing from their team.

Suddenly, "Cheng Mei" stopped.

"What's wrong?" Ji Guantou asked in confusion.

"Cheng Mei"'s neck drooped as if it had lost its support, and two strange "giggles" came out of her throat: "Really... this guy is too sensitive."

Her head was rotated 180 degrees, and under the crooked collar, black sutures were exposed, winding on the pale skin, as if her head had been sewn to her neck.

"Cheng Mei" had a weird smile on her face, but what came out of her mouth was a man's voice:

"I really underestimated him."

*

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth and rushed to the stairwell as fast as she could.

However, as soon as he entered the stairwell, the scene in front of him flashed, bright lights and empty corridors appeared again, and the operating rooms stretched far away, as if waiting for him.

Damn, it turned out to be a ghost hitting the wall.

The difficulty of this dungeon must be adjusted again! ! !

"cluck"...

A strange sound sounded from the end of the corridor, and the sound of dripping blood echoed in my ears. A very strange-looking figure appeared from a distance. Its joints of arms and legs seemed to be severed, twisting in opposite directions. In the direction of the sticky patter of footsteps after all.

Wen Jianyan's face turned pale, and she took two steps back subconsciously.

At this moment, "Cheng Mei" appeared in the corridor behind her.

Her head hung down as if she had lost its support, all the joints on her body were twisted and weird, the corners of her mouth were raised high, with a treacherous smile on her face, and a "giggle" laughter came out of her throat:

"Do you think you can really escape?"

If you can't run away, you have to run!

Is it possible to let you catch it?

Under attack from both sides, Wen Jianyan gritted his teeth and had to rush towards the only utility room in the corridor.

"Bang!" The door was slammed shut by him, and then he picked up the mop in the utility room and stuck it firmly on the doorknob. Although the hope of doing so was slim, but...he seemed to have nothing else to do.

However, the strange thing is that after he closed the door, there was no movement outside, but it became dead silent, as if it had disappeared.

Only his rapid breathing could be heard in the narrow space.

"Woo, woo, woo!"

Feeling the natural enemy, the ghost babies huddled behind Wen Jianyan tremblingly, their blue and purple hands firmly grasping the hem of his clothes, and they all cried out in fright:

"Mom, what should I do, Mom?"

Bao, I don't know what to do with your mother!

Wen Jianyan felt his stomach ache again.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on a corner of the wall, and then he was slightly startled involuntarily.

In fact, this is not exactly a utility room. To be precise, it should be regarded as a place where cleaning staff work.

There was a duty list posted on the wall, and one of the faces made Wen Jianyan feel very familiar.

He walked in a few steps, and carefully looked at the photo in front of him and the name under the photo with the light coming through the crack of the door.

Zhang Hua.

It turned out to be him...

Wen Jianyan showed a dazed expression.

If the eyes and mouth of this face were sewn shut, it should be the corpse he saw in the third morgue on the first floor of the basement.

If that person is a cleaner in the hospital, it also coincides with the conclusion he drew from the corpse.

But a new problem emerged.

Why did the cleaner die? He is not Lin Qing, and has no deep involvement with the secrets of this hospital, unless...

The horrible face of the corpse flashed through his mind.

Eyes closed, unable to see.

Sew your mouth shut, unable to speak.

Could it be... did he know something that shouldn't be known?

Wen Jianyan took another step forward, and hurriedly scanned the time under the duty table—

The label on the corpse stated the time of Zhang Hua's death. It was two o'clock in the morning on April 20th. Where would Zhang Hua be at this time?

His gaze paused.

ah…

April 20, 2014, night shift, Zhang Hua, in charge of the floor: the fifth floor.

director's office.

At this moment, a strange sound came from above his head.

Wen Jianyan, who was in deep thought, subconsciously looked up.

Across a layer of barbed wire, a pale smiling face appeared in the ventilation duct, with its eyeballs protruding from the pressure, greedily looking down at the young man below. Behind Cheng Mei's original voice, a male voice sounded overlapping.

Strands of black threads under the head hang down from the ventilation duct and slowly wind around—

"Got you."

*

Head... so dizzy.

Wen Jianyan's consciousness was fuzzy, as if he was sinking and floating in bottomless waves, but he was still waking up bit by bit.

His eyelids trembled slightly.

Wen Jianyan opened his eyes, but had to close them again because of the strong light.

Physiological tears ooze out and wet the eyelashes, and the body's senses are slowly awakened belatedly.

The first thing to wake up is the sense of smell.

The extremely strong smell of blood lingered in the nose, and the cold and humid air poured into the nasal cavity, scratching the trachea painfully.

Then there's the sense of touch.

The wrist was fixed by something with a metallic texture, and it was firmly stuck on the head. The wrist bone was painful, and the cold temperature continued to seep into his skin, making him shiver from the ice.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and then slowly opened his eyes again.

The scene in front of me was extremely strange.

There are no windows, the floors are high, and the walls are cold earthy brown. The eyes stimulated by the strong light can't see things in the distance clearly, and can barely see the rows of shelves full of specimens.

Babies of all kinds.

There are animals, humans, and different developmental stages.

There seemed to be some strange lines on the ground, but Wen Jianyan couldn't see them clearly from this angle.

Not far from him, Cheng Mei and the monster on the fourth floor stood obediently side by side, like dolls who had lost their lives, with their limbs hanging down, and their necks, joints, etc. were sewn together with thin black threads. Together.

Here... probably the second basement floor.

Wen Jianyan's heart sank.

He noticed that he was firmly fixed on a delivery bed, his hands were fixed above his head, his legs were separated, and he was placed high on both sides of the bed, and his ankles were also fixed—

The posture is exactly the same as that of Lin Qing whose throat was cut in the special scene.

"you're awake."

A person came slowly from a distance, still holding the jar containing the withered baby in his hand.

It's not quite human beings.

His body seemed to be stitched together with cloth pieces of different colors. Countless thick and black stitches meandered on his body, like a puppet that was cut into pieces and then barely pieced together. The traces of stitching stretched all the way. To the depths of the white coat.

"Did you know? All ghost babies love you very much."

His voice was full of excitement and fanaticism, and the tone was very familiar. It was the male voice that just came out of "Cheng Mei".

The previous clues are integrated in the mind and clearly structured.

Now, Wen Jianyan is very clear about the identity of the other party.

The birth of the ghost baby, Lin Qing's death, Zhang Hua's eyes and mouth were sewn up, and the puppet assembled from body parts and needles and threads on the fourth floor were all made by this guy.

"You know what? I've never seen them love a human being so much, even to the point of begging me."

The director of Fukang Hospital leaned down in front of the delivery bed, and looked at the human beings in front of him with admiration:

"You... are the most perfect matrix I have ever seen."

"In you, the Mother of the World will reappear in her glory."

*

Fukang Private General Hospital, first floor.

The lights flickered, the windows of the entire corridor vibrated and trembled, and the temperature of the air seemed to drop by more than ten degrees in an instant. A huge force that made people feel instinctively frightened was brewing and expanding in the darkness.

The silver knife placed on the ground shone with silver light and trembled slightly.

A drop of scarlet blood was extracted, slowly rising, suspended in the air.

Then, slowly swallowed by the darkness.

Cheng Mi's legs were bent, and he fell to the ground. His face was extremely pale, his body was sweating profusely, and his face seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

"How about it?"

Wen Ya asked nervously.

Cheng Mi raised her face, her voice hoarse and dry:

"It worked."

"Don't worry, we will win."

Cheng Mi laughed twice in a hoarse voice:

"Within ten minutes, he will descend on the NPC closest to the black captain, and then carry out his revenge."