"Dingling..."

Next to the computer at the nurse station, the landline phone kept ringing, the white machine was a little old and vibrating faintly, and there was a tendency to keep ringing if it didn't answer.

Yu Xing just stayed there for a few seconds and felt that the air around him was gradually getting colder. The phone call unconsciously attracted his gaze. He paused and turned quietly to the toes of his feet that wanted to go to the stairs.

Yu Xing curled the corners of his mouth, followed his body's tendency, and walked to the nurse's station. A very bad smell lingered on the phone. He lowered his head and stared at the phone, without moving for the time being.

The audience was excited.

[Haha I didn't expect to open the second perspective so soon]

[Fortunately, no one else went to a place where there were ghosts at this time. Didn’t anyone else go to his corridor?

[I thought I would keep looking at the perspective of Ren Yi for at least half an hour. Every time Ren Yi’s main perspective, he likes commentary, but it’s not an entertainment commentary. I feel like I’m back in high school class]

[The kind of person who will be punished by Ren Yi if he doesn't listen carefully]

[Look at it, luckily, I remember that if I answered the phone, I would be entangled by a nurse. If I didn’t answer, I would be caught by patients who were rescued and died in time. If I could solve one of them, there would be nurses or patients who would help the guest block a plot]

[Fortunately, what is the identity?]

What is Yu Xing's identity? The audience only knows that he is a doctor, but he cannot know whether he is an assaulter, an ordinary person or a prophet, because when the broadcasting girl distributed identity cards, the audience's perspective was blocked partly.

In the preparation space, the audience could only see Yu Xing's performance, but could not see the letters and words on the notes.

In this scene, they could only see Ren Yi's identity as an ordinary person. Although Ren Yi's route was not very ordinary... This data analysis boss seemed to want to take the clues of the dean's office for his own sake, even though he didn't know whether this clue existed.

[Fortunately, I should know the ghosts here. According to past experience, answering calls is easier. The nurse can only do some small movements, not as resentful as a dead patient]

[He reached out, sure enough... I'll wipe it?]

Yu Xing reached out to the phone that had been ringing. His fingers had touched the cold shell of the white landline. The coolness came into his body from his fingers, causing Yu Xing's fingers to curl up unconsciously.

No, it wasn't curling up, but Yu Xing took the initiative to flex his fingers, his smile increased, and he knocked on the microphone with his knuckles: "I won't answer, you'll hit me?"

"..." It may be an illusion, but Yu Xing felt the phone ring behind him seem to hesitate for a few seconds. Then, the light tube above the nurse's station flashed violently, and each stroke made the environment dim.

Thick streams of blood penetrated from the gap between the microphone and the base, flowing all the way to the desktop, spreading to the computer, and then pouring down the desktop towards Yu Xing. Logically speaking, there was a layer of table plate blocking it, and Yu Xing didn't have to worry about the blood falling into him at all, but the blood went against common sense, penetrated the table plate and flowed out of the nurse's station.

Yu Xing ignored the blood that was about to spread to his feet. He stared at the landline itself. Although it was not connected, he seemed to hear the sound coming from the other end of the phone.

"Save...help..."

It was the voice of an elderly man, and he sounded like a suffocating person, as if he had just suffered some unexpected incident.

“I…gas…”

Yu Xing raised his eyebrows, gas poisoning?

To be honest, it takes time for the hospital to receive a call to rescue people, and they have to contact the police. Often during that time, the gas poisoner was no longer saved.

Because calling means that the poisoned person can no longer open the window or door by himself. At that time, the poisoning had reached a certain level.

"save……"

The sound on the other end of the phone was full of distortion. It could be heard that the other side was already confused and knew that they could only instinctively shout for help, and they didn't even say the location.

If you call the police, the police can still locate the phone number, but unfortunately this is a hospital.

The atmosphere became more and more tense, and even Yu Xing was forced to breathe. The dean's voice broke the situation. The dean's voice trembled, but it was still firm. From Sasha's current sound: "Get away quickly! I allow you to ignore this rule!"

This rule refers of course to the sign saying "Passing medical staff should help answer the phone."

It is the content of this sign that allows the absolute rule that "the regulations set by the dean cannot violate" to penetrate into Yu Xing. Otherwise, the ghost itself alone cannot control Yu Xing's body.

It seems that the dean can still see the "surveillance" of the entire hospital and be able to maintain his hospital rules.

The dean's words sound a bit inexplicable. Others would never know what the dean was referring to after hearing this. Only Yu Xing was relieved and knew that the dean was helping him.

Even if this helps is very limited.

The dean can briefly break free from being influenced by the ghost, but cannot prevent the ghost from coming to cause trouble for him later.

But this was enough, Yu Xing's favorability towards the dean increased slightly.

After the dean finished speaking, there was no sound on the other end of the phone. Yu Xing shook his head and looked at the phone and said, "I sympathize with you very much, but it's a pity that I can't save you."

After saying this, he turned around casually, looked at the clock above the stairs, no longer planning to waste time here, and walked directly from the stairs to the second floor.

The moment he turned his head, he seemed to see five or six nurses standing behind the computer where the nurses stood. The nurses only had ears and eyes, but no mouths.

Their eyes were wide open and they stared at Yu Xing without any brilliance. One of the blue-purple hands was pressing against the receiver. If Yu Xing answered the phone just now, he would definitely touch these nurses.

Is it accusing the nurse of the possible omissions that could have occurred? The dead patient resented the nurse for not conveying his situation in time?

Yu Xing glanced at him and stopped looking back. Only the empty nurse station and the clean landline phone that seemed to have never been bleeding.

[Is the screen so black? Fortunately, you are back, I don’t want to listen to Ren Yi talking about the distribution of the human nerves ahhh]

No matter how you wail the barrage, you can see the follow-up, it is useless. Yu Xing has left the scope of the camera. At this point, no one knows his whereabouts except himself.

Of course, he knew that violating the content of the signboard would definitely lead to the tracking of ghosts, but this is one of the fun of the game.

When he arrived at the second floor, Yu Xing did not stop and continued to go up the third floor, then walked in the corridor on the third floor.

The third floor has a greater change than the first floor. Most modern facilities have become old and there are many old equipment. Along the way, the signs pointing wherever they are almost intact, all of which are rusted and damaged significantly.

The clock's shell was covered with solidified blood clots, and the sound of the pointer circle was clumsy and heavy. Yu Xing didn't meet anyone along the way. He successfully found his office based on the broken signboards and the location he remembered in the morning mode.

【Office of Director of Surgery】

Since he is already at the director level, he has an independent office space in this hospital where the essence of fear is concentrated. Entering requires a key, and the key is in his white coat pocket.

Yu Xing took out the key and pointed it at the hole, and easily opened the door. Behind the door was a space where you could hardly see anything. You should know that although Yu Xing's physique was still suppressed by the [cage], his vision was much greater than that of ordinary people. He should not think that the room penetrated by the lights in the corridor was so dark.

Obviously, this darkness is not natural darkness, but only becomes undispelled by light after being shrouded by certain special forces.

Yu Xing knew it in his heart. I'm afraid his first task would not be simple. He reached out to grop the light switch by the door. Organizing the work station might not necessarily make him sort it out in the dark. Although this mode has the influence of ghosts, there will still be the most basic physical reaction.

Soon, Yu Xing touched the switch, but at the same time, his other hand quietly touched the back of his hand from the place he couldn't see.

The hand was cold and wet, like seafood that had been frozen in the freezer for a long time, but with human fingers. Yu Xing only paused a little when the thing touched him, and then he pressed the switch as if he felt nothing.

The office suddenly shone brightly, and the hand that didn't know who belonged to disappeared in an instant. Yu Xing squinted his eyes and saw the indoor scene clearly. The office was not large, with water dispensers and green plants on one side, and a white glass cabinet on the other side. Next to the glass cabinet is an office desk, which is a literal work station.

At the work station, a lot of information was piled up in a mess. Yu Xing was far away and could not tell what it was. He also placed the thermos cups and other items at will. After taking a look, Yu Xing realized something.

If this identity is regarded as real, then his workstation must have been messed up by others.

Yu Xing deliberately did not close the door, walked quickly to the table, looked at the things on the table and thought that someone opened his office without a key, and then took away something on the table... or something left.

The pink envelope on the table appeared in his retina in a lightning speed. Compared with other things, the envelope was placed particularly neatly and conspicuously.

Yu Xing knew who had come.

Probably the sick woman who was killed by him and still in his bed, the woman was stalking him, like a fanatical illegitimate, and she was called a stalker in criminal crimes, and is likely to be accompanied by crimes such as private invasion of houses and invasion of privacy.

It is a normal thing for a woman to secretly match the keys to his office without him hiding it. It should be said that it is easier for the ghost of a dead woman to do these things.

I might want to spy on his privacy by scattering his desk.

Yu Xing walked forward and put the dividend envelope in his white coat pocket. He could sense that the lights in the room seemed to be lit up. I guess the female ghost was very satisfied with his actions.

He picked up the information paper on the desktop and found that there were several types, including medical records of hospitalized patients, physical examination reports, new information on certain diseases, etc. In addition, draft paper and medical books were also spread on the table.

Yu Xing quickly sorted these out and sorted them out, and the table became much more refreshing, leaving only a few materials in dark yellow paper file bags that needed to be put back into the drawer.

There are drawers at the bottom and on both sides of the table. In the middle, there are some daily necessities, such as scissors, tape, small clips, etc. In fact, these scissors can be used as the weapon of the perpetrator, but Yu Xing didn't like it because there were better ones in the glass cabinet next to it.

There are various books on the drawers on both sides, including sign-in forms, sign-in forms for borrowing equipment, disinfection records, patient thank-you letters, etc.

All the thank you letters were taken apart, and the sincere words of each patient were drawn in a straight line by red blood stains, as if they were circled in the key. At the end, there would be a blood-colored hook, and a sentence with a "read" full of superiority was written below.

Yu Xing took out the thank-you letters and saw that the female ghost had a strong possessive comment on the patients' thank-you letters. It seemed that doing so could show how different she had from other patients, her phoenix eyes narrowed dangerously.

Doctors are responsible for saving people.

The patient is grateful and sincere.

What power does this woman with a ill mind have to ruin what the patients write in strokes?

Judging from the blood stain distribution on the thank you letter, this female ghost likes to see others praise him and will put a horizontal line under the words of praise. However, as long as the patients show a little like him, or even just ordinary respect and worship, the female ghost will viciously draw a lot of messy forks on that section. It is best to cover all the ink marks and not see them at all.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! There is no one around you, and there is no live broadcast camera. From Yu Xing's expression, you can see that he is not very happy at this time.

The air became colder again, and the lights became dim as if they were out of power. The invisible female ghost was still dissatisfied with his expression.

A sense of hostility appeared in Yu Xing's eyes. In his opinion, this female ghost was really ignorant of the world. She had done so many annoying things and wanted to continue to control him as a "doctor".

He silently put away the thank-you letter and then arranged the other things on the table. After hearing the system notify him that the first task had been completed, Yu Xing smiled coldly.

He took out the pink envelope in his pocket, and did not even take it apart, and he tore it out of the middle without even taking a look.

Suddenly, it seemed that a woman's angry scream sounded in his ears, and blood dripped from the envelope, dyeing Yu Xing's white coat red.

This is not a big deal. In the Screaming Night Mode, everyone will suffer some injuries when they encounter ghosts, or they will be stained with blood, charcoal ash, bruises, etc., which is not abrupt.

Yu Xing was not afraid at all. If a normal person would feel guilty and fearful of the person he killed, then the person standing here at this time, whether it was him or the doctor who was lucky enough to have this status, would not feel this way.

Yu Xing has never sympathized with such things that are overestimating his abilities and only feels disgusting.

He folded the blood-dropped pink envelope together, tore it up again, and threw it into the trash can next to the station.

A few blood words appeared on the desktop.

"What are you doing!!"

Yu Xing glanced coldly, picked up the rag hanging on the side of the glass cabinet and wiped the blood. A little black mist oozed out from his eyes. His voice was cold and even more terrifying than a ghost: "Trunk, if you dare to dirty my position again, I will completely scatter your soul."
Chapter completed!