Chapter 10

"It's time for ward rounds," the black-and-white nurse said. "The intern is waiting for you."

"Oh, okay." Shen Yunzhe reached out and touched his name badge. After making sure that it would not fall off, he turned and walked out of the doctor's office. He walked forward slowly. When he reached the first ward, he couldn't help but look back. The nurse was standing at the door of the doctor's office, staring at him. When she saw him turn around, she gave him a gentle smile.

If it weren't for the huge hole on the nurse's neck, the smile would have been quite gentle. Now it just looks weird.

When he pushed open the door of Ward 401, Shen Yunzhe was shocked by the person inside.

Four or five dark-skinned people stood there. Their bodies were clearly covered in sticky black, but each of them was wearing a spotless white coat. They held medical records and looked up at Shen Yunzhe, causing him great psychological pressure.

"Doctor Liu? You're finally back." One of them said, "That's great. You're one of us now."

"Yes, I'm back." Shen Yunzhe answered tentatively: "Let's start the ward rounds now."

"We won't have to worry anymore now that Doctor Liu is back." The dark figure continued to mutter, "How can we let Doctor Liu go alone? We're all here. Doctor Liu is family to us, so he should stay. Fortunately, Doctor Liu has come to his senses."

"Yes, this is our home, we will stay here forever."

"I miss Dr. Liu so much that my head hurts."

Shen Yunzhe looked at the man who said he had a headache. The black man had a large flattened skull, and he felt a headache just looking at it.

"Ward rounds?" Shen Yunzhe repeated.

"Yes, ward rounds." The man in black handed the medical records to Shen Yunzhe, "Doctor Liu, this is the patient's information."

So according to the standard procedure, Shen Yunzhe began to check the wards with these men in black. When he came to the first bed, there was a little boy there. The boy was sitting on the bed sheet, staring at him dimly. His hands, feet and neck were tied with countless twisted iron wires, which had cut into his flesh.

He looked at the little boy, then looked down at the medical records.

An Xiaojie, male, 11 years old, died from being strangled with wire by his parents in his hospital bed. Attending physician: Liu Ruoyu.

Shen Yunzhe's hands trembled slightly. He looked at the medical records and then at the boy on the hospital bed.

"Doctor Liu, what's wrong with you?" the intern next to him asked him, "We're going to the next ward."

"So fast?" Shen Yunzhe was surprised.

"Everyone is here, nothing has changed. Just go through the ward rounds and be done with the procedure," the intern said nonchalantly. "Doctor Liu, please hurry up. There are still many patients to be rounded on, and everyone wants to see you."

Shen Yunzhe realized that this "meeting" might not be the "meeting" he imagined.

He was pushed forward by these shadowy things, stepping through one ward after another. The cause of death was written on the medical record of each patient. The family members of each patient looked at him with strange eyes, with an inexplicable excitement and despair. The alarm string in Shen Yunzhe's mind was about to break.

This is not their attitude towards the player Shen Yunzhe, but their attitude towards the survivor Liu Ruoyu.

'How could you run away?!' 'You should have stayed here like us!' 'Look, even if you ran away, you still have to come back here!' 'We have to continue here forever.'

Everyone was instilling this idea in Shen Yunzhe, and the further he walked in, the harder it became to breathe.

He was bearing this strange emotion on behalf of Liu Ruoyu.

After the ward rounds, Shen Yunzhe looked at the closed ward 404 next to him. Just as the intern had recorded, they tacitly avoided this ward, but this ward was Shen Yunzhe's original target.

Just as he was about to ask about the ward, a scream suddenly filled the corridor.

Not only Shen Yunzhe, everyone looked towards the stairs.

A man came crawling up, and Shen Yunzhe immediately recognized him as Zhu Xin who had stayed there before.

Zhu Xin seemed to have seen Shen Yunzhe as well. He ran up to Shen Yunzhe and grabbed his arm, "There's a ghost! There's a ghost!"

"What?" Shen Yunzhe looked at him in confusion.

Where are the ghosts here?

"It's Zhang Wenli and Wang Liyang!" Zhu Xin's hand tightly grasped Shen Yunzhe's wrist, his fingertips trembling constantly. "I saw them, they came to find me, those two shadowy figures kept walking around me, what should I do? Why did they come to find me!"

"Calm down first." Shen Yunzhe looked around.

The dead medical staff and patients had come out of the wards and offices, staring at Shen Yunzhe and Zhu Xin who was pulling him from all directions.

"Shadows, so many shadows!" Zhu Xin clearly saw this scene, but unlike Shen Yunzhe, all he could see were shadows clinging to the wall. "Don't kill me! I don't know anything!"

Zhu Xin wailed, let go of Shen Yunzhe's hand and ran forward. Shen Yunzhe saw him push open the corridor door and go in, and he almost fell down.

Although I wanted to follow and take a look, after Zhu Xin left, all the eyes of those things were focused on him. There was numbness in everyone's eyes, as if they were wondering: Why can he communicate with normal people?

Shen Yunzhe took a step back and chose to turn back to the doctor's office. His eyes were like needles piercing his back, especially when he stopped at the door of the doctor's office. Shen Yunzhe gritted his teeth, turned around and walked across, and opened the door of Ward 404.

They stared at Shen Yunzhe as he walked into the ward, and whispers gradually spread in the corridor.

"Doctor Liu went in. What was she doing in Ward 404?"

"Maybe he wants to become exactly like us. I've discovered that Dr. Liu is still different from us."

"She just died and came back. She's certainly not the same as us."

"But she's in now, so she'll definitely become like us!"

"That's great! Why is she the only one who's normal?"

…

Zhu Xin ran hard, hoping to find a place without light and shadows.

But there were lights everywhere, and the safe corridors were all lit with incandescent lights during the day. He could only run down desperately. At this moment, he seemed to see Qin Chao. Qin Chao was waving at him from a distance, just like when he brought him to the safe house in the beginning.

"Brother Qin!"

"It's me, come quickly!" Qin Chao waved at him, "There's no light here, so shadows can't get in!"

"Okay!" Zhu Xin ran over there happily, "I'll go there now!"

Running with all his strength, Zhu Xin tugged at the corner of Qin Chao's clothes, crying and laughing, "I knew that Brother Qin you wouldn't abandon me."

"It's okay, come in quickly, this is the new safe house." Qin Chao said.

Zhu Xinchao looked inside and saw a dark room. He could not see anything in the room and no light could get in.

"Thank you, Brother Qin!"

"You go in first, I'll go find the others." Qin Chao said, "Don't worry, just wait for us inside."

Zhu Xin nodded frantically and walked into the house in a hurry. He didn't notice that Qin Chao, who was standing next to him, had no shadow under his feet. 'Qin Chao' watched him walk in. After a moment, he showed a weird smile and melted into the ground.

A light came on, illuminating the sign that had fallen to the ground.

【Morgue】.

"It's too dark." Zhu Xin huddled in the room. He paused in a corner waiting for Qin Chao to come back. "Brother Qin, hurry up."

Just as he was muttering, he suddenly heard footsteps.

The footsteps were very light, or rather very slow, as if someone was taking cautious steps, one step per second. The footsteps stopped at the door, knock, knock, Zhu Xin heard someone knocking on the door.

Like the footsteps, the knock on the door was also very light and slow.

"Who, who?" Zhu Xin shouted bravely.

He thought: What if it was Brother Qin? What if Brother Qin and the others were injured?

There was no answer, but the knocking continued.

Click, click...

Zhu Xin finally realized that something was wrong. He retreated away from the door in fear. Listening to the sound echoing, he felt like he was about to cry, but he didn't dare to cry, for fear that something outside would come in as soon as he made a sound. He could only hope that this safe house could keep out the monsters outside.

As if knowing that Zhu Xin would not open the door, the knocking sound outside the room stopped.

Just when Zhu Xin wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, a voice suddenly rang out.

"Who, who?"

Zhu Xin's face turned pale instantly because he recognized that it was his voice. Although the tone and voice were strange, it was undoubtedly his voice and the words he had just said.

The hell out there is imitating him?!

"Who is it?" the thing was still shouting.

Zhu Xin was completely frightened. He kept backing away. This subconscious self-protection behavior had no reason at all, until he bumped into a bed. Because it was too dark and too sudden, his arm swung onto the bed, and he felt his hand grabbing something sticky and cold.

A foul smell filled his nostrils.

"What is this?!" Zhu Xin threw away the thing in his hand, "Brother Qin, Brother Qin, where are you? Help!"

"Who is it?" the voice continued.

Zhu Xin screamed as a cold hand grabbed his wrist, its sharp nails digging into it.

"Let me go...please let me go."

Gurgle, gurgle, something sat up from the bed. He opened his eyes wide, and there was pitch black in front of him. He couldn't see anything, but he knew there was something in front of him, a very scary thing.

"Who is it?" Another pair of hands touched his neck from behind, and the voice, which was exactly the same as his own, rang behind his ears.

With a click, the light came on.

There were two people standing in front of Zhu Xin. One of them had red marks on his exposed skin, and blood and flesh could be seen flowing slowly. The other one had protruding eyeballs and tongue, and there was a stranglehold on his neck. He looked like he died in horror. They were clearly the bodies of Zhang Wenli and Wang Liyang!

Zhu Xin screamed and tried to retreat, but something behind him grabbed his neck.

"Who is it?" the thing kept repeating.

The hands kept tightening, and Zhu Xin pulled them hard, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't loosen them at all.

A few minutes later, with a click, a pair of hands loosened their grip, and the stiff corpse fell to the floor of the morgue.

The gray figure stood there, tilting its head to gaze at the corpse on the ground. After a moment, it opened its mouth and said, "Who is it? Brother Qin?"

"Brother Qin, I'm here!"

The figure raised his head, and the light gradually illuminated his face.

It turned out to be Zhu Xin's appearance.