She heard the doorknob turning behind her, and Qin Tan grabbed it, whispering.
"Don't open the door. No matter what happens, don't come out. Guard this door."
Qin Tan's stern tone frightened the mother inside.
Through the glass panel on the ward door, the mother finally chose to believe Qin Tan and nodded in fear.
And so, Qin Tan stood there, watching the madman rush towards the elevator after killing someone.
But he was still a step too slow.
The elevator doors closed, and it began to descend.
He shouted angrily and pounded on the elevator with his hand.
So, was the impact sound she heard in the elevator caused by this?
Qin Tan walked behind the other person and saw her fingers passing through their body.
She followed behind him and walked down the emergency exit.
Screams echoed from every floor.
The massacre perpetrated by the followers of the Church of the Abyss continues.
She was fortunate enough to escape that ordeal back then, but now she is experiencing it again in a peculiar way.
Even after reaching the first floor, the other party continued downwards; below was the morgue.
Qin Tan did not follow them, but instead went to the lobby on the first floor.
Sure enough, a group of people who had gotten lost in the white mist gathered here.
Someone was driving and had a car accident; they're lying in bed calling for a doctor.
In such a tense and frightening atmosphere, it is difficult for everyone in the hospital to perform their duties.
Fortunately, someone discovered that those were just illusions.
The bodies of those they "killed" lay on the ground, untouchable.
Many people died back then, and it's difficult to completely cover it up.
Therefore, the incident was ultimately classified as a crime committed by a criminal gang as an act of revenge against society.
Some elderly people who stayed at the hospital back then remembered this incident and told everyone about it.
"It's the Thirteenth Hospital incident."
As the old man recounted his experience, some people realized that the hospital was even more terrifying than the rumors suggested.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that blood would flow like a river.
"I also heard that the bodies of those people were eventually dragged to the basement level and then disappeared without a trace."
"Even the corpses in the morgue were not spared."
At times like these, the more the truth of what happened back then is known, the more easily panic can spread.
Sure enough, they were shouting that they wanted to leave.
But the white fog outside was like an insurmountable barrier, completely separating them from the outside world.
Fortunately, the hospital's medical facilities are still functioning normally, and some critically ill patients who rely on machines to survive are doing well.
But no one can guarantee how long this situation will last.
"I can't get through on the phone."
"Who wants to give it a try?"
A man was holding up his phone, searching for a signal. It seemed the white fog was blocking ordinary signals.
Soon, the others also responded that they were unable to contact the outside world.
"What do we do now?"
"We can't leave, and we can't get in touch with anyone. Are we just going to wait to die?"
A tyrannical person may vent their anger and fear by pounding on a wall, but such negative behavior is more likely to provoke the masses.
They banded together for mutual support.
Amidst the astonishment and doubt of these people, a sudden change occurred.
There was a woman holding a mobile phone, taking close-up photos with the camera on.
The other person was a live streamer, dressed in a very trendy way.
"Family members, come and see!"
"As expected, the extraordinary world does exist. Today, I'll take you on a virtual experience."
"Look, he's killing people, killing people from the past."
"This is a past illusion, isn't that amazing?"
She was dubbing her own video, and her movements were practiced and skillful.
Relying on the fact that the welcome wouldn't harm her, she pressed closer and closer, almost pressing her phone against their faces.
At that moment, the phantom slit the throat of an escaped patient.
The close proximity to bloodshed and shock brought tremendous stimulation to human senses, and the woman breathed excitedly in the perception of absolute "safety".
Her pupils were dilating.
Blood spurted towards her, but she neither dodged nor avoided it.
They're all fake, aren't they?
She didn't want to miss out on this firsthand information.
She had long heard one of her sugar daddies mention something about extraordinary abilities when he was drunk.
She pressed for details, but the other person refused to say anything more.
Now, she has the opportunity to prove this possibility.
Once she gets out, upload the video; it'll definitely go viral.
The female anchor, who felt she had a bright future ahead of her, suddenly felt something warm on her cheek.
She touched it casually.
It was not only warm, but also somewhat moist and sticky.
She blinked blankly.
Looking down, I realized that my palm was covered in scarlet blood.
It's blood.
Fresh blood.
The patient's neck was still spurting blood, the scalding liquid wetting half of the female anchor's body.
"Blood, it's blood!"
She suddenly woke up with a start and screamed in panic.
Didn't they say it was all an illusion? The blood from just now couldn't even touch them.
What's going on?
The phone fell to the ground, and the female anchor had to move away from the cult member.
But she was too close.
In actual history, after killing the patient, the cultist went on to other places.
But now, the cultist's gaze transcends time and space, fixing on the female anchor.
He raised his hand, licking the bloodstains on his palm, his tongue curling up in a perverted expression.
With his other hand, he slashed at the female anchor's neck with a scalpel.
"Fresh blood food."
The voices of believers, transcending countless ages, echo here.
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