Chapter 86

"Is it in this room? Let me see, ah, I can already smell your scent, don't hide anymore, come out. Come out. My friend, my colleague, my boss, why don't you dare to come out? You don't dare to see me, right? It's so funny. Do you remember how you talked to me before? Now it becomes like this, it's not good~"

The doctor on the left staggered into the room and slowly began to examine the situation.

He opened the door and looked inside. He didn't see the doctor on the right, so he opened the cabinet next to him, bent down, lowered his head, and asked as if mumbling to himself: "Where are you? Let me see, is it here? Oh, no. It seems I've found the wrong place. It doesn't matter. I have plenty of time today. I can slowly discuss with you where it is better to hide, haha."

The doctor on the right hid in the small toilet next to him. It was a cubicle and no one was there. If it was a patient who just came in from outside, he would not know this place because it looked difficult to find. The doctor on the right held his breath, covered his mouth and nose, looked left and right, and tried to crawl out from the window next to him.

But if he can't get out, he might be stuck here, and when the doctor on the left comes over, it will be like catching a turtle in a jar.

He thought about it and felt that it was necessary to get out, so he took a deep breath, moved closer, and grabbed the gap between the tiles next to him. He steadied his body, tried his best to make less noise, and crawled forward little by little.

He really wanted to crawl out, but his body didn't seem to want to. He tried for half a day but failed. He could only sit down to rest. However, it was wet in here and he thought it was a bit dirty, so he didn't sit down completely. He sat in a half-squatting and half-sitting position with his pants not touching the surface of the floor tiles. It was actually quite strenuous, and he didn't have much strength left.

His breathing became heavier, without him realizing it.

He is still resting here.

The doctor on the left outside seemed to have left quietly, without saying anything or moving around, as if the only person outside was the patient who was lying motionless on the bed.

If there are really patients there.

The doctor on the right thought for a moment, stood up, and held onto the wall, thinking that if there was a chance, it would be better to escape early.

Thinking this, he reached out his hand, intending to try again before the doctor on his left came over and discovered him.

His hand suddenly stopped because he noticed that there seemed to be something here. He slowly turned his head and carefully shifted his gaze to the place that felt wrong. He saw a green and sticky liquid. He might not have known what it was before, but now, he couldn't help but be unclear.

This is the green mucus that comes out of people with infectious diseases.

The doctor on the right suddenly changed his expression.

He stepped back and lost his balance for a moment, his feet slipped, and he fell to the ground. His head hit the ground with a heavy, dull sound, "bang".

He felt like he was knocked unconscious and couldn't get up for a long time. While struggling, he inexplicably thought of the cockroach that had turned over on the ground and couldn't crawl easily. It seemed like a bad omen was coming true from that moment on. When the doctor on the right closed his eyes and came to his senses, he found a clearer and more obvious trail of green mucus in front of him.

This was a new liquid trail, not the one he had just discovered, which appeared when he felt he was about to faint.

This is not a good thing.

Because this means that if he doesn't leave here quickly, he will be infected, and maybe he is infected now.

Panicked, he quickly checked his body and found no part of his body that had come into contact with the green slime. He heaved a sigh of relief, slowed down, loosened his hands, and slowly stood up. When he looked up, he suddenly saw a corpse hanging upside down rushing towards him from a great height. He was startled and stepped back. His legs were shaking and weak, and he sat on the ground all of a sudden.

The ground was still wet, but he was not in the mood to pay attention to that now.

He stared blankly upwards. Normally, that was the ceiling. It might not be cleaned thoroughly, but it would not affect his normal work, treatment and going to the toilet.

But now, there was a lump of green viscos liquid at that location, and the inside looked a little brown-red, as if a dead person's blood had solidified there, which was terrifying to look at.

The doctor on the right struggled to get up from the ground. Both his hands began to tremble and his ears started to tinnitus. He could not care less. He lowered his head and took a look at his hands. He found that there was no green liquid. He rushed to the sink next to him, turned on the faucet, and began to wash his hands. He did not even think about whether the sound of water inside would attract the doctor on the left outside.

It seems that not wanting it means that the doctor on the left will not appear, as if this means that he is still safe.

The doctor on the right found it funny, curled his lips in self-mockery, turned off the faucet, stood blankly in front of the mirror, looked at himself with messy hair and disheveled clothes, fixed his hair and collar, and wiped off the fresh wet stains on his body.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror and thought, it doesn't matter, the door is closed and this is a toilet, I won't be discovered easily. There is no sound outside, the person looking for me should have left. Even if he is still outside and hasn't come in yet, maybe he is worried about something, and there is something here that he is afraid of, that's great, I don't need to be so scared, I can't do anything if I'm too scared.

I can't be so incompetent and cowardly.

The doctor on the right encouraged himself, clenched his fist and wanted to try to leave here again. He didn't dare to open the door, for fear that as soon as he opened the door, he would see the doctor on the left waiting for him outside. That would put a huge burden on his heart. He was afraid that he would not be infected, but scared to death, which would be bad.

He didn't want to think before he died that his death was a farce.

The doctor on the right stretched out his hand, and this time, he fell down, not because he did not stand steadily, but because a hand reached out from below and grabbed his ankle tightly. He lowered his head and found that the hand did not come out of the hole, but came from a dead body.

That was the confession nurse, her face was pale, with some remnants of something on her lips that was hard to tell whether it was blood or a mixture of alcohol and iodine. It looked strange in color, but there was no doubt that there was a constant smile on her cheeks. She blinked, and her two big eyes like black grapes twinkled under the white light inside the toilet. If it were normal, they might look like stars, very beautiful, but not now.

Now those eyes looked extremely scary, they were the second scariest thing on the whole face besides the smile, as if there was a bottomless abyss of darkness hidden inside, and the owner of those eyes, the confession nurse herself, was a monster that crawled out of the abyss of darkness, but with a human skin that could be torn apart at any time and then come out from inside, standing upright in front of others, covered in blood.

There is nothing more terrifying than an uncontrollable imagination.

Especially when there is a real scary monster in front of you.

The doctor on the right almost fainted, but he persisted, unwilling to close his eyes and give up on himself.

He stared at the confessing nurse, horrified and angry, and shouted: "You can't do this to me! Don't you remember how I treated you? I used to be very good to you, you can't be without a conscience!"

Conscience can only be found in people with conscience. It is normal not to find it in monsters.

The doctor on the right knew this, and he quickly shouted again: "I didn't kill you, and I don't blame you or target you, you can't do this! What's more, what good will it do to you to kill me? You won't get any benefit. If you are willing not to kill me, I will be grateful to you, and I can find a way to make you whatever you want..."

He almost said, please, anything is fine as long as you don't kill me.

But he didn't say it, perhaps because his self-esteem was not completely destroyed, or perhaps because of the hesitation caused by the fear of controlling his body.

He therefore lost his last chance.

A chance to survive, or a chance to resist.

The confessing nurse smiled sweetly at him, squinted her eyes, stretched out her hands, grabbed him with both hands, and dragged him to the wall. With a bang, he was splashed all over the head and face with green sticky liquid. The smell of this dirty and smelly mucus filled his breath. He felt that he could not bear it anymore. He tilted his head and vomited. The confessing nurse used her free hand to reach into his throat.

He actually started vomiting, and his vomit was yellow-green in color, and it also gave off a sewer smell. He was completely dirty, partly from his own vomit and partly from toilet water. His clothes and shoes were all wet. He felt very uncomfortable, frowned, and wanted to say something, but his mouth was blocked by the nurse's hand, so he couldn't speak.

He began to vomit even more uncomfortably.

The confession nurse leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I like you, I love you, I really want to be with you, can you be with me? I am willing to spend a night with you, or a lifetime, are you willing? If you are willing, then become like me. If you are not willing, then I will make you like me. We are a couple, so we must stick together~"

As she spoke, she laughed even more happily.

The doctor on the right widened his eyes, very angry, biting the nurse's hand and swearing incoherently: "Go to hell! What are you talking about here? I'm not like you! You're no longer a human being. You treat me like this, and you still think I'll like you? Is there anything wrong with your brain?!"

He paused, then suddenly laughed, "Ah, yes, you are no longer a human being, how can you still have a brain? I know what kind of person is inside you, I will not be deceived by you, and I don't think that your kind of person can seduce me. I advise you to save your trouble and not waste your time and energy here. However, it is useless to say it, right? I know what you are thinking!"

When the doctor on the right said this, he felt a surge of pride in his heart. He immediately shouted, "You are a scum, a garbage, a monster. Don't think that I like you, and don't think that you like me. I will never like you, just like a living person will not like a monster. Your ideas will not succeed, and none of your ideas will be realized! In the end--"

There will always be someone who can stop you and the spread of the infectious disease instead of me. Even if it is not me, it does not matter. You and your companions will definitely die. One day, you will regret your actions. However, I also know that it is useless to say this to you. You can kill me now. Come on, kill me! I will not be afraid, I will not scream, and I will not regret it!

Before he could finish his words, the doctor on the right was killed by the nurse who confessed her crime with cold eyes and a smile.

Those unfinished words were like vomit slowly flowing out of his throat, overflowing little by little, and sliding away from his mouth, leaving no beautiful trace, nor could they clearly tell future generations that when they saw him, they should know that there was danger here, that he was not a coward who was greedy for life and afraid of death, but that he was a remarkable person who was willing to die bravely.

His future is cut off from now on.

That's how he died.

The nurse held him in her arms, and after a while, he slowly stood up from the ground and opened the door with a smile.

They walked out.

In the corridor, the head nurse and infectious disease patients wandering inside the hospital are still looking for traces of Paradise and Jong-in.

Lok Yuen and Jongin were beside them, watching them walk around. Lok Yuen pulled Jongin and said, "Although I know we are safe now and won't be discovered by them, won't come into contact with their skin and green slime, and won't be infected by them, but I still think it is necessary for us to keep a distance from them. I feel a little scared walking on the same road with them."

Moreover, we are no longer just walking on the same road with them, we are walking side by side on the same road!

This is a bit too arrogant.

Although they may not think we are going too far, I think there is nothing for them to see, so let's go somewhere else!"

Jongin nodded: "Okay, let's go see the burn patients then."

Leyuan also nodded: "Okay."

They walked around the two bodies and came to the door of the burn ward. When they arrived, the doctor on the right was already inside.

He stood beside the patient's bed with a smile on his face, his head lowered, looking at the patient. His skin was very pale, and his cheeks were smiling as usual, but his facial muscles looked a little stiff. If it were usual, if others saw it, they might think that he had laughed for too long or too many times, which led to this situation. But now, he was too weird.

This state really cannot be seen by other people and one can feel that it is still safe, just like the burn patient who woke up involuntarily when he was stared at. When he opened his eyes on the bed, he saw the dim light above his head. He was stunned for a moment and felt strange. Although the light here was getting dimmer day by day, it had never been so suddenly pitch black.

He looked carefully and found that there was a person standing beside his bed. He was startled, took a breath of cold air, and almost shouted. However, he looked carefully and found that it was not a stranger, but a doctor here. He breathed a sigh of relief and complained in a weak and aggrieved tone: "Really, why are you here so quietly? It's scary. What are you doing here?"

He paused, then suddenly asked happily, "Are you here to kill me? If you want to kill me, that would be great! Please, kill me now!"

He was not only happy but also very excited.

The doctor on the right blinked at him, bent down, and carefully studied his expression until his expression changed from excitement to suspicion and then to panic: "What do you want to do? I tell you! I have relatives and neighbors! I also have friends! You kill me now, I don't blame you, but if you want to do other things to me, I will not forgive you even if I die!

I tell you, if you want to do something illegal, you can change your mind now, otherwise, I will not let you go even if I become a ghost! You must think carefully before you do anything. I am not threatening you, I just want you to think carefully! You really don't look sober at all. What's wrong with your clothes? "

The doctor on the right seemed not to hear the patient's words. He stared at the patient's face and muttered to himself: "You want to die, don't you? I know that it is too painful for you to live like this. It's all my fault. Without medicine, ability, and stronger interpersonal relationships, you can't live. It's all my fault. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I already know I was wrong."

He smiled and said, "I will free you. Don't worry, I will free you. Haven't you wanted this for a long time? Haven't you been urging me every day to help you? I will help you! Believe me, it will be quick and joyful. Don't resist, don't be afraid, it won't hurt. I will help you. I am a doctor. I will help you. I know the structure of the human body..."

He repeated “very soon, very soon”, and pulled the infusion tube under the infusion bottle next to him and pulled it over. The burn patient screamed as if he was stepped on. He shouted to the doctor on his right with great anger and fear: "Wake up! You don't look normal at all. I don't want you to suddenly remember something and regret it later. I'm the one who's in pain!

I don't accept your weird behavior! Do you remember what you said to me before? You said you can't do this to me, you said you can't kill me, you said you won't give up on us, have you forgotten everything? You have to tell me clearly why you are like this, otherwise, I won't believe you, I have reason to suspect that you actually want to torture me, I won't let you succeed easily!

Did you hear me? Your plan will not work! Your idea will not come true easily! You have to face the reality!"

This suddenly irritated the doctor on the right. He still had a smile on his face, but the veins on his forehead suddenly tensed up. He gritted his teeth, smiled and said softly, "I hate hearing people say such things, especially to me. Do you know how much you hate it now? Originally, I thought that if I killed you, maybe you could go to heaven, but now I have changed my mind!

You should go to hell for being such a rubbish! How dare you say such things to me? How dare you say such things to me? It's all your fault! It's your fault! If you were not too poor to be transferred to another hospital or clinic, how could you have come to me? If you had not fallen into my hands, how could I have ended up working so hard that I can't close my eyes every day? It's all your fault.

I haven't received a penny of salary for several months, you know? I don't have a penny of salary, but I still need to work hard and say to others, believe me, there is no problem at all, just hold on, isn't our life much better than before? We are already living a good life, you see other people, they don't even have a job, how decadent!

However, I know in my heart that these words are self-deception. People have no choice but to believe me, but I have failed them. How could I become like this? I don’t know, but I hate myself for being like this. You should be hated too. Do you know why? You are the culprits. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be here.

If there were no patients, there would be no doctors. If there were no doctors, there would be no hospitals. If there were no hospitals, I would not have found this job, would not have no salary, would not have been so busy but gained nothing. You know nothing, what do you have to blame me? Is it because you are such a shameless rubbish? You have no ability and can only complain about everything. You deserve to die.

People like you should die early. You haven't died yet, but I am going to die. I am so miserable. I am already dead, and I turned into a ghost to come back to find you. Didn't you want to die a long time ago? Okay. Okay. I will fulfill your wish and also fulfill mine. Isn't this good? It couldn't be better. You should feel satisfied. We will feel happy.

We all have a bright future.

A bright future, hahahaha——"

The doctor on the right is already dead. He originally said that he would leave at daybreak, but he could not wait until daybreak. He could only stay in the darkness forever. He was unwilling, but there was nothing he could do. Moreover, even this unwillingness came entirely from his mood in the last period before his death, rather than his current wish. He no longer had any self-awareness.

His current body is controlled by an infectious disease, which means that every move of this corpse does not belong to him. However, because of the face on the corpse's head, if nothing unexpected happens, everything the corpse does will be blamed on him, and in the end, all the mistakes will definitely be blamed on him because of this face.

This incident seems to be quite tragic. It is hard to tell which part is the worst and which is worse, but it is tragic no matter how you look at it.

When he was alive, he tried his best to distance himself from his mistakes. But after his death, he had to accept all the mistakes that were not his. This is really ironic.

The burn patient was strangled to death by the doctor on the right with an IV tube. When he died, his eyeballs bulged out, his mouth widened, and his teeth were slightly tilted outward, sticking straight out from under his lips, like bamboo shoots that could not be controlled from breaking through the ground after the rain. His lips were dark blue and pale, and his face was a strange green-yellow color.

It looked horrible. The doctor on the right, standing beside the bed, slowly loosened his grip. The blue veins on his hands fell off bit by bit. His face still had a warm and gentle smile on it, and the smile was almost as horrible as the corpse.

The doctor on the right seemed to want to say something, and opened his mouth. Large streams of green viscous liquid suddenly came out of his mouth, almost spurting out and landing on the face of the burn patient on the bed. The patient's eyes were still open, and from this face and these eyes, it can be seen that he died with his eyes open, but there was no one around, so no one helped and no one knew whether he died voluntarily.

The doctor on the right thought he knew this very well, so he smiled and said to the corpse: "It's nice to meet you. Thank you for taking responsibility. The sin is yours, and so are the mistakes. I am innocent and clean, a thousand times better than you. I hope you know this..."

The sticky green liquid penetrated into the eyeballs of the burn patient little by little. The eyeballs that looked like dead fish eyes suddenly moved. The burn patient blinked and slowly sat up. His inside began to melt, and his body bandages fell down little by little, revealing the horrible and damaged skin inside. It was obvious that this was torture for a living person.

A smile appeared on his cheeks, and he looked at the doctor on his right and said, "Thank you for killing me. I am very happy. I finally got what I wanted. Thank you."

The doctor on the right nodded and smiled gently, "That's all. It doesn't matter. No need to apologize."

Their conversation was completely irrelevant, but it went on smoothly.

Jongin and Leyuan found the group of people who had been hiding somewhere else and were trembling as they followed them into the hospital. Together with them, they walked out of the hospital gate. A beam of light flew over and enveloped them. They felt as if they had lost the ability to see for a moment. Then, they took a step forward and it felt like they had missed a step on a flight of stairs.

They returned to the small courtyard.

"Are we back?"

“It’s really great!”

"I'm so happy. I've never been so happy before. I really don't know how unlucky I was to encounter such a horrible thing. But it doesn't matter. Fortunately, I survived. I survived without any illness or loss of any limbs! Hahaha! Hahaha! I am the Emperor of Europe! You guys should pay homage to me quickly! Maybe you can share a little bit of my luck! Hahaha!"

The others looked at each other and said, "They look a little crazy."

Paradise said, "If you had gone in with us, you would have come out looking pretty much like this."

The implication is that you should not look down on them. To me, there is not much difference between them. Whether they are crazy or not, you have to go in and out to know. You may not be able to come out yet. Look down on crazy people? Maybe you will be one in the next moment. I want to see if you can laugh.

The crowd gradually quieted down.

The second team stood up, looked at Lok Won and Jongin, and said to them, "We are ready and can leave now. By the way, which direction should we go?"

Leyuan looked at the nearest door and said with a smile, "Let's go this way!"

This is the gate of a residential building.

Someone tried to leave stealthily. He quietly reached out his hand and pried open the door of the Taoist temple, muttering to himself, "Can't I just go out this way? I don't believe it! Is there no other way? I don't want to join in the excitement. This is a deadly matter. I don't believe it and I won't do it. You guys can go by yourselves. Don't look for me if you have any bad things to do, and don't bother me if you have any good things to do, okay!"

As he spoke, he walked out, stepped on empty air, and screamed, "Ahhhhh——"

The crowd heard a bang, and the man who walked out was dead.

"Luckily, I thought about it before, but I didn't do it. If I had done it, I would be dead now."

"Amitābha, this donor is really kindhearted. He took this step for us. If it weren't for him, we might all be dead."

"It's great that I didn't fall. If I had to walk out from here, I would have held on to the door! If I walked straight out like this, I wouldn't be able to grab anything if I fell. If I held on to this door, maybe I would have a chance to climb out."

"Come to think of it, is he really dead? I'm not sure. If he's not dead, and we meet him later but don't recognize him, wouldn't that be a bad thing?"

"If you think you can survive if you leave here, then just go out. We won't stop you. What are you afraid of? Do you think there are people here who will be your scapegoat? Or, do you want us to lead the way for you? Then you might as well go by yourself. Who do you think cares about you?"

Paradise and the second team have already entered the gate of the residential building.

"You guys are here? Sit down!"

After entering the gate, what appeared in front of the crowd was an ordinary family restaurant and living room. Because too many people poured in at once, it seemed too crowded. The crowd pushed each other and some of them could not stand steadily. Opposite them was a middle-aged man in ordinary clothes. He smiled and waved at them: "Come over quickly! I'll wait for you today."

"Wait for us?"

Paradise asked.

"Of course there is something! Didn't you promise me that you would go with me to Jiangbian Village to search for ghosts and decipher the video? My job and salary depend on you. You can't go back on your word now. If you don't want to, you should have told me before."

The middle-aged man said.

"What is your job?"

Paradise sat down and asked.

"My job is to record horror and supernatural videos and upload them to public platforms to get views and make money! If I can publish them, it will be even more amazing. I can make more money. Didn't you know this a long time ago? Why do you suddenly want to ask this today?"

As the middle-aged man spoke, blood began to flow down his face, revealing a blur of bloody flesh and bones. As he spoke, the flesh on his face trembled a little, and he revealed a seemingly gentle smile, which made it even more weird.

He looked like someone had just peeled off the skin on his cheeks, but he didn't seem to care. The timid man was frightened and screamed, wanting to open the door and run out. As soon as he stood up, he covered his throat, let out a cry, and fell to the ground. With a bang, the back of his head hit the floor, his eyes rolled back, and he soon died among the crowd. The middle-aged man walked over to check.

He shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, this person is dead."

The man seemed to have a lover. The lover came out, trembling and crawling over, lying on the body, crying and muttering: "Impossible, impossible, is there really no hope? Is he dead like this? Didn't you promise me that you would grow old with me? Wuwuwu, don't worry, I will avenge you!"

As the lover spoke, he stood up, stared at the middle-aged man's back, picked up the knife on the table and rushed over.

There was a ding sound, and the knife fell out of the lover's hand. The lover screamed and covered his wrist. Everyone saw the hand being twisted bit by bit. They could also hear the bones inside crackling and the blood and flesh were blurred. The bones had been crushed by some powerful invisible force. Then, there was a snap, and the lover tilted his head back and his jaw was torn off.

The corpse was lying on the ground, freshly taken out of the oven, motionless and bleeding. The whole room was filled with the smell of blood.

The crowd looked at each other. Some people were extremely hungry and were about to eat, but when they saw the corpse, the food they were chewing tasted bloody. They didn't know whether to swallow it or spit it out. Their faces were green, as if they had just applied a cabbage leaf as a facial mask.

The middle-aged man sat at the back of the dining table, facing the crowd, and sighed with regret: "It's not that I don't want to save you, but you need to save yourselves. If you always rely on me, I won't be with you when you get to Jiangbian Village. What will you do then? If we all die, I will have no material, no video, no money, and no money to survive."

He was bleeding and said, "I am so pitiful."

The faces of the crowd were all the same, as if they had swallowed a fly.

After the middle-aged man said that, as if he was joking with the crowd, his face returned to the normal look when they first met, and he smiled at Leyuan: "Anyway, I'll leave this matter to you. Especially you and your friend, you have a good relationship, right? If one of you died in Jiangbian Village, it would be very interesting, wouldn't it?

I think if the video is recorded like that, it will definitely get a lot of views. What do you think? "

Paradise asked, "If I say yes, will you let others leave here?"

The middle-aged man thought for a moment and said, "If you agree, I can reduce the number of people in the video, but not all of them. If all of them are gone, there will be no fun of contrast and no joy of playing."

The crowd stared at the paradise, hoping that he would let them leave.

Le Yuan looked at them and asked, "Who wants to stay?"

No one answered.

Paradise asked: "Who wants to leave?"

The crowd looked at each other, one person raised his hand, and another person followed suit. They looked at each other, blinked, and smiled.

Many people raised their hands and wanted to leave.

The middle-aged man glanced at them and nodded.