Gray Patient Prison 3

Yinsui pushed open the door and saw the old man standing straight outside. The entrance was through from front to back and could not block her sight.

The number on the door next to it changed from 706 to 125.

The door closed.

The floors and rooms can be changed at any time, so it doesn't matter where you go.

When Qin Xiao, who was lying like a sculpture on the single bed, realized that she could not get out, the so-called message to her sister became nonsense, and the only place she had left was immediately gone. He must know what is more important: his sister's friend or the hope of recovery.

"Excuse me."

Just to mention this meaningfully, she opened the door of what looked like a kitchen. The layout was like a butcher's shop in a market, with a dazzling array of knives and knives piled up like mountains in the air, but the only thing missing was the lamb to be slaughtered.

The lamb turned around and walked into another room with nothing to show for it, and happened to run into his colleague who had been slaughtered, cooked, and then brought back to life.

The room seemed to be a storage room for all the animal carcasses he had devoured, and there was no furniture in it.

The floor and half of the wall were covered with a thick layer of flesh, which was much more delicately broken down than the flesh in the refrigerator. Ears, eyes, and fingers were scattered like stars in the sky, mixed into a pool with the completely dissolved corpse underneath.

Like wading through a muddy river, she crossed them and reached the window.

This building is actually an enclosed circular building, just like the Fujian Tulou. At first glance, countless rooms are neatly arranged, and they are also cramped and dark.

On the open space under the third floor, there is a square pure white pavilion with black words on its two pillars.

The floors of the rooms in the building will move, but their relative heights to the space outside the building remain consistent with the actual situation.

The pavilion Qin Xiao was talking about before he died might be the one below. Since he could get in by seeing it, maybe I can also get out through it.

Or, like a botanical garden, you have to destroy the entire space before you can get out.

Try the first possibility first. If it doesn't work, deal with it slowly. A few years should be enough. Looking at the dark and gloomy building opposite, she took action immediately with the belief that "there will always be a way out when you reach the mountain."

It took quite some time to get down from the top.

Standing alone in the middle of the empty and windless high-rise building, Yin Sui couldn't help but raise his head and take in the scenery from above.

The moldy walls surrounded the patio like a deep well. The window frames became denser as one went up. At the end of the sight, there were countless black holes: small iron windows were framed in large white squares, and many expressionless faces were framed in the small iron windows, densely packed, black was white, white was white, and in the middle was human skin.

It is difficult to regard them as complete people. The disease has become the master under the skin. Qin Xiao can at least blink and speak, but the zombies guarding the windows don't even move their eyes.

The distance to the pavilion is much farther than imagined. It takes a long time to see the couplet clearly. Every word is so vivid - pines and cypresses are evergreen and bring longevity to guests, while peaches and plums compete for beauty and bring good fortune and longevity to people.

Missing a horizontal banner.

I felt the towering pillar with my palm. The surface was rough with dense soft thorns. It looked neither like stone nor wood. It was thick, but the fragments that came off were soft and shapeless. When crushed, it looked like tofu dregs.

It's paper.

There are three and a half walls between the pillars, and the same is true.

The paper-made building and the couplets that look like funeral couplets are just missing a huge "葬" (dedication) written on the blank wall. No matter from which angle you look at it, it doesn't seem to be related to health and longevity. Anyone who believes in fortune in reality would have to walk around it three meters away. Have the people in the building who pin their hopes of recovery on it really taken a close look at it?

But what others think has nothing to do with her.

There is a high platform in the middle of the railing. When Yinsui raises his head, his eyebrows and eyes are just at the same level as the platform, and he can't see anything on it at all.

The platform was not completely smooth. There were lines and grooves on the bottom, and two slightly lower platforms. She used both hands to barely support the lowest step for leverage. She first bent her left knee and arched it up. When she went up, she pushed her wrist and her body swayed, but she quickly stabilized her center of gravity and finally retracted her right foot.

He barely half-knelt in the cramped space, holding on to something higher up, and repeated the same steps, stopping at the level below the highest point. This time, he could not only see clearly but also reach it.

A bowl and a stick, both brand new and flawless.

She wanted to take a few more glances to confirm whether there was any key information or props in the bowl. Just as she sat up, she heard a metallic buzzing sound that had not been heard earlier or later. Her vision went dark and she felt dizzy. It seemed as if she was falling into an abyss somewhere, and darkness spread from the edge of her vision.

The last bit of her rationality drove her to touch the table with her hands to support her falling body, but no matter how low she pressed, only nothingness passed through her fingers, and she couldn't even distinguish the specific location of each organ.

I don't seem to be myself anymore.

Apart from the original cognition, the mind, through the humming of the bowl as a medium, establishes a connection with some kind of existence that is not integrated into the world before it reacts. Without the shackles of the body, all sensory organs that explore the outside world are replaced by a more sensitive and efficient soul consciousness, which feels what it feels and knows what it knows.

The price he paid was to make room for the newly stationed second pair of "eyes". A part of Yinsui's rationality was forcibly squeezed out, and the real-life desires were also abandoned, leaving him in a daze to the point where his left and right brains were fighting each other.

Where am I?

I am in heaven.

No, people cannot stand in the sky.

But I am in heaven now.

No, I have to go down.

Where am I?

Never mind, just go down first.

The scenery in her eyes became smaller and smaller as she got closer, and finally it was specific to a certain room at a certain time, and she descended into its world with it.

Something light and thin was swirling and falling from the ceiling, making a "swish" sound as it tumbled. It was probably paper.

They floated in from far away and high up. One of them was close to her eye. There were nine neatly arranged holes on it. It felt soft and dark yellow like soil. She finally recognized what was falling like rain.

The holes in the paper money looked like a mouth and eyes. She squeezed the holes hard into her, and her mouth and eyes opened and closed.

Yinsui pulled them down and tore them into pieces one by one. Soon his hands were full of dirt, and there was also dirt falling at his feet. It kept piling up until the room could no longer hold them and was about to burst.

Countless sands form a continent.

A funeral procession was walking on the road.

In the distance, gongs were beating and suonas were playing. Groups of people were walking towards us. Everything was dark and unclear. Blurry white outlines floated on the loess earth, appearing and disappearing.

The same white color was floating in the air. At first glance, it looked like a person covered in white cloth being hung high up by a transparent fishing line, but when the wind came, it was knocked up and down.

It was getting closer, so close that she could realize that the white cloth that was randomly lifted up was not the mourners but the soul-guiding banners announcing the death. She heard the creaking of heavy wooden boards and the coffin that fell behind the team was slowly pushed away.

The non-existent hairs on his body stood up, and Yin Sui shuddered. The situation suddenly changed from a dream to a real danger. The unreachable and illusory fear suddenly became real and hit him head-on.

It's time to go.

The remote control, which had been working intermittently, finally responded after repeated adjustments. The soul floated upward again, floated for a distance, paused for a moment, and then dived again, passing through the sand and diving into the underground river.

She waited for a timeline to drift by, then grabbed a section of it to put herself back in place.

"Fuck, the props are lit, there are living people around!"

"people!"

"******, you don't care about other people's life or death. If you keep whining, you will become *** sooner or later."

…

While there is still some time left, I followed the sound and took a look.

Five people were using all four limbs to swim upstream somewhere in the boundless underground river. The special river water had a viscous texture, so their movements were more like a cat digging in a litter box.

I didn't expect that observing humans rushing for their lives from a God's perspective would be so funny - no, funny is not the emotion I should feel, it's his, that people are thinking about laughing when they are about to die.

Yinsui shook his heavy head, trying to stay rational and gave a reminder: "Dig down." The top belongs to them.

"People say dig down!"

"People! There really is someone else!"

This sentence caused chaos among the crowd, but she had no time to care. A shining silver-gray line flowing from afar was right at her fingertips, and she grasped it without hesitation.

After a dizzy spell, before my vision had even returned, I heard a voice: "It's over. I've become a vegetable."

You don't have to think about who he is talking about.

Fearing she would be treated like a weed, she struggled to prove her identity with her voice system, which had since improved, "No."

The sound is like a mosquito's buzz.

"What?"

As soon as the words fell, the person being supported suddenly opened his eyes and turned away with a gloomy look: "I said I'm fine, you can let go, thank you for your help."

Ji Xunjin grabbed a handful of people and just let go: "What did you see?"

"There was a bowl on the table and a stick that looked like a laboratory stirring rod. I felt dizzy for a moment and saw a funeral procession and an underground river. There were five people in the river. I told them they were swimming the wrong way."

He recognized the stirring rod but not the pestle, and he had a firm feeling that the person standing before him was a recent high school graduate. "The mortar and pestle are, in reality, tools used to grind herbs into powder. In space, they serve as complete statues symbolizing healing. Patients and their families in the anomalous space worship them for blessings."

His only recollection of Traditional Chinese Medicine was the time his grandfather was scammed out of over a hundred yuan buying a secret formula plaster from a street vendor. He deftly skipped over the common sense he'd missed due to his lack of life experience. After all, he'd only been released from the village three years prior, so he'd been lacking so much he'd already given up. He focused instead on grasping the so-called new knowledge related to space: "Statue of God?"

After that, she quickly added: "If you are busy, you can ignore this question."

"I'm not busy. I came here to see you. Someone else is handling this space. She's still preparing the tools she's going to use. Come over later." It's really troublesome to have to recite the popular science textbook from beginning to end when guiding newcomers.

Despite this, he patiently recited Uncle Liu's original words. "Statue," industry jargon, specifically refers to a statue that roams freely in various anomalous spaces, acting as a spiritual totem for the infected. The more worshippers, the higher its degree of completion. Its movement patterns remain unknown, but it can freely travel through related spaces. It gets its name from the fact that its physical form often manifests as a statue of varying appearances.

Having said that, I might as well teach it all at once.

"Actually, the reason you were able to get close to it wasn't because you went that way; it was because it was looking for you. It's just that your perception was the trigger for it to find you."

It's looking for me.

She instinctively felt uncomfortable being spied on, and looking back, she saw the pavilion following her not far away.

Then the two of them moved towards the building, but their relative distance from it remained the same.

"Wait a moment, wait for me to separate from it."

The Medicine God's only target was Yinsui. After he took two steps forward to distance himself from Yinsui, he immediately felt a heavy gaze leaving his head, as if a mountain had disappeared out of thin air, and the thing that was pressing down on his feet had left. Now he could walk normally and approach the rope that was hanging before.

"I'll pull you along—Ji Xunjin, a self next to the entangled silk thread, searching for today's Xunjin. Born on August 16, 2002, attended Xingguang Kindergarten, Binghu Road No. 1 Primary School, and Songlan International School for junior and senior high school. Come, take two steps forward."

One step, two steps.

"I have a brother who is not related by blood."

Ji Xunjin lowered his eyes and stared at the tip of the girl's shoe, which was stained with blood in patches. He raised it up, lowered it, and smiled, "Now you are more familiar with it than I am."

The tall building was right in front of him. Yinsui reached out to the window, but found that he could see but not touch the windows on the first floor.

"External laws don't apply here. When position can't be fixed, distance and height themselves are meaningless. Another system replaces physical interaction. For example, you can call for a ladder to come to you. But you have to call it by its full name: the simple rope ladder extending from the second-floor window of Longheyuan."

She silently recited in her mind: "The simple rope ladder extending from the second-floor window of Longheyuan."

A ladder actually appeared out of thin air on the empty wall.