Tick-tock——

The whole room was very peaceful, yet there was a faint sense of unease, like the calm before a storm on the sea.

A wet woman lowered her head and crawled out of the bathroom like a dog. Her half-long hair was stuck together in wisps, dripping with drops of fishy-smelling water, which was then wiped by her hands and knees, leaving traces on the ground.

Suddenly, the person on the bed turned over, stretched out one leg, and dangled it over the edge of the bed, feeling the slight coolness coming from the air conditioner.

Suddenly the woman raised her head, her wet hair covering most of her face. She looked behind her shaking legs, touched her legs, and half-sat there.

The air conditioning blew open the tightly closed curtains a little, letting a ray of moonlight in and flashing a red dot on the fluorescent tube on the ceiling.

"OK, brother, that spirit is just standing there motionless." A man shouted at a motionless ghost on a computer screen, "What are you looking at? Go and get your body back!"

Suddenly, the man standing by and smoking slapped him and said, "Be quiet. Even though there's a silencer doll, you still have to be gentle. Let me see what's going on."

He looked at it carefully and finally made a decision, "I'll give her a strong dose of medicine. I kept dithering past three in the morning, and all my efforts were in vain."

Suddenly, the woman in Ning Que's room seemed to smell something. Her gray eyes slowly turned into a rich red that seemed to be dripping with blood. Two short canine teeth were revealed on her pale lips.

Her nose twitched slightly, her thin muscles moved slightly, and her whole body jumped onto Ning Que.

To be honest, a spirit doesn't weigh that much, especially one that was forced out like this. Her weight is about the same as two bottles of Wangzai milk.

Ning Que didn't react at all. Instead, he hugged her and continued to sleep.

The snow-white, steaming meat was like a delicious meal to her. Her sharp teeth grew a little longer, and when she was about to take a bite, her eyes suddenly flickered and she hesitated.

"WOC, what's going on? You're not going to bite?" The man guarding the video slammed his hand on the ground. "If I could kill someone, I wouldn't have bothered with all this trouble. I would have just rushed over myself."

Ning Que yawned and hugged the female ghost tighter. The female ghost, who had been moving around like a carp, gradually calmed down, and two blushes appeared on her face for some unknown reason.

"Sister, sister, it's okay, the redness has passed."

Feng Hao's voice came from Ning Que's headset.

Suddenly, Ning Que's upper body straightened up, his eyes closed, and he stuck out his tongue from time to time. White scales appeared on his face, and the female ghost was thrown directly onto the bed.

Ning Que walked slowly in an extremely strange posture, and the dirty traces were redrawn.

The two men were wondering what she was doing, and one of them even said, "No, are we in the wrong place?"

"That shouldn't be possible. My divination technique can't fail. The manager can also make this gesture."

On the screen, Ning Que was walking around with an expressionless face, then suddenly stopped and faced the camera.

"Girls should get married when they are old enough, and sons should get married when they are old enough. Unfortunately, there is no food at home. My daughter's dowry is only one leg. She comes to get married happily. Her mother laughs heartily, but tears flow down..." She just closed her mouth, but the whole room was filled with this sad song.

The sharp sound was like a comb scraping against glass, and also like the mournful and lingering sound of beating cotton balls, which made people feel uncomfortable all over and gave them goose bumps.

But this song has a strange melody, which is catchy and has a lingering aftertaste that hooks your heart.

The two men didn't say anything, but began to hum along involuntarily.

One of the men suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and then scattered a handful of rice-like substance on himself and his companion.

When the rice grains touched my body, a wisp of mist came out.

They continued watching, but took out two scarecrows and placed them next to the computer.

Suddenly, a doll appeared on the screen. Ning Que was standing there. The doll was holding a comb and combing his hair. The hair changed from being fluffy at the beginning to being shiny and greasy, and finally dripping with blood.

A pale, unreal feeling slowly replaced life. Chunks of flesh peeled off his face like dandruff, and his mouth trembled from time to time. The light dimmed for some reason, and snowflakes appeared on the screen. Her face got closer and closer, until she was completely pressed against him, and she whispered softly, "I found you."

The two men suddenly closed their eyes. When they opened them again, a red line passed through their eyeballs, then slowly faded and disappeared.

"What's going on!"

"I have a very bad feeling."

Ning Que took off the mask on his face, hugged the still dazed female ghost, and said to Feng Hao who was standing next to him: "Fortunately, my unique charm charmed her."

She carried the ghost back to the bathroom like a princess and knocked on the door. "Hello, the package has arrived. Please take it."

Feng Hao stood by and said, "Sister, you can't necessarily go back there just because you came out from there!"

At this time, when the glass came into contact with the female ghost, ripples appeared and it began to actively devour her, and disappeared in a short while.

Ning Que immediately took out a large piece of white paper and covered it, sealing it tightly with tape.

"Sister, when are you going to catch that guy?" Feng Hao comforted the breathless Huahua and watched Ning Que lie back on the bed.

"It's okay. I believe Huahua can be found. Don't worry. He's the one who's panicking. How's Huahua?" Ning Que asked.

"It's okay, I just feel a little exhausted from using the curse." Feng Hao replied as he flipped through the document he took from the room Ning Que mentioned.

The sun danced with enthusiasm, a few silky clouds hung in the blue sky, and a few sparrows chirped and hopped in the trees, making the leaves rustle. Everything was so peaceful and beautiful, but this large hospital was not so beautiful.

This morning, all the patients could see one or two groups of nurses gathered together, whispering with their heads down. No one knew what they were talking about. Everyone was very alert, making the already tense atmosphere in the hospital even more tense.

An old man with a cane asked tentatively, "What's wrong? One by one."

"It's nothing, it's nothing." A small group of nurses gathered together and immediately dispersed.

Feng Hao knocked on Ning Que's door with a lunch box and found Ning Que still lying on the bed with his eyes open.

"How is it?" Ning Que took the food.

"I cut off the video of you last night and posted it on the forum. The dean also issued a notice. Sister, what do you want to do?" Feng Hao sat on the bed and looked at the location of the surveillance camera. "Are you going to remove this?"

"No, I've already broken it." Ning Que said as he took out a cheongsam from the side, "Huahua, come here."

Huahua happily jumped up, took it, and immediately handed the cheongsam to Feng Hao, saying in a baby voice, "Keep it and wear it later."

Feng Hao hung up his cheongsam with a helpless look on his face and put it away. "Sister, you're still carrying this thing when you go out?"

"I got it from home. Huahua was a great help yesterday." Ning Que finished his lunch and wiped his mouth. "Come on, Haohao, I'll take you to see the dean. And you can go with me to get some blood drawn."

After Ning Que and Feng Hao arrived at the 13th floor, Feng Hao was stopped.

It was the same nurse from last time, bowing at a 45-degree angle. "I'm sorry, but the director only allows Ms. Xiao to enter. Please go back."

Ning Que was about to wave his hand down when the sharp-eyed nurse noticed him, her beautiful big eyes curved into crescents. "We are of the same origin, why are we so anxious to fight each other? Ms. Xiao, please go in. The director has been waiting for you."

As soon as the door opened, the dean looked up and smiled brightly, "Let's get started!"

"Would you like to treat me to some tea?" Ning Que looked around the room, trying to see if there was anything special.

The dean raised an eyebrow, "Do you need tea?"

"Don't we need it?" Ning Que looked at a bookshelf, which was mostly filled with medical books neatly arranged. "After all, we are not partners!" Idiot

He also walked to Ning Que's side and pulled out a copy of "Idiot". The entire bookcase suddenly shook and slowly moved to both sides, revealing something inside - an elevator.

The machine, emitting a silver-gray glow, looked cold and shiny, and it was obvious that it was frequently used.

"Come in!" The dean entered the password and called Ning Que in.

After experiencing the floating and sinking feeling as if my body fell into the deep sea, the lights in the elevator dimmed and the door suddenly opened.

The hard rubber soles of shoes made a dull and empty sound as they stepped on the concrete floor. In the entire dark space, there was only a little light coming from the elevator.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of air cutting through the air. Ning Que turned his head and wrapped his whole body around the dean. He could hear the clacking sound of his joints moving.

Ning Que could see a ball of red heat gathering on his arm and said, "This reception is a bit too grand!"

Suddenly, a deafening laugh echoed through the room. The dean's face flushed crimson, his chest trembled, and a frenzy welled up in his eyes. His face was half bright and half dark, and he was completely mad. "Sure enough, he's mutated! Quick, quick, draw a tube of blood for me."

Ning Que slowly loosened his grip and stood aside, "I have one more request because of your unreasonable behavior."

He responded directly, "Go ahead!"

"Then I'll think of it later. Let's go and draw blood." Ning Que followed the path he remembered, touched a door on the concrete wall, and pressed it.

The stairs disappeared into darkness, as if a giant beast lurked within. Ning Que recalled the helpless fear she had felt as she walked down the stairs in her dream. But for some reason, a voice from within seemed to be calling her, "Is the torture chamber still there?"

He was a little confused, but he immediately realized, "You are indeed the one who escaped that year."

Ning Que smiled but didn't say anything. When he was about to leave, the dean made an invitation gesture, "Now is not a good time to revisit the old place."

Ning Que looked at the man who should be at least in his sixties or seventies, but now looked to be in his forties at most. After getting her blood, he became obsessed with research.

"I'll have someone take you upstairs." He had just finished speaking when he pressed a bell next to him.

A monkey as long as a forearm jumped over and led the way, turning left and right, and after taking the elevator back, he watched the bookcase slowly close.

What caught Ning Que's attention the most was a piece of meat soaked in formalin placed in a transparent storage cabinet next to his desk.

A piece of meat with a very clear cross-section floated in the turbid liquid, wrapped in some yellow-white translucent tissue and with blue or purple blood vessels wrapped around the meat, leaving a mark.

Suddenly it twitched and a slightly yellowish liquid spitted out from a relatively thick blood vessel, which quickly dissolved in formalin.

At this time, Ning Que noticed that there was a label on the back of the glass bottle with a string of words on it. Just as she was about to reach out, the monkey immediately jumped up and scratched her arm.

But unexpectedly, Honghong tied it up immediately.

Ning Que finally took the bottle down, and the turbid liquid rippled. Although there was a layer of glass between them, it still felt like touching something directly. However, for Ning Que, this was not a big deal.

There was a line of beautiful words written on the yellowed label.