There were a lot of beddings thrown in the middle of the dark corridor, and there were bulges underneath as if something was hidden.

Chen Ge used a hammer to randomly open one of them. Under the musty quilt was a dummy made of sheets and pillows.

The workmanship is crude and you can barely make out the shape of a person.

What was even scarier was that a human face was drawn on the pillow with colored pencils, including eyes, nose, and a split mouth. It clearly looked like a child's doodle, but it still made Chen Ge feel creepy.

“It shouldn’t be.”

Chen Ge resisted the urge to smash them with a hammer and started thinking.

"The twenty-four puppets in the horror house are scarier than these dummies made of pillows and sheets in every way. I didn't feel scared at all when I faced those puppets, but I always felt uneasy when I stood next to them."

He turned over the dummy and saw a strange name written on the back of the pillow - Li Chunyan.

"Why do they have names?" These mannequins are like children playing house games. Children sometimes use mannequins and puppets to act as their parents, or use them to refer to someone in real life.

Chen Ge casually sprinkled some salt on the dummy's face and observed it for two or three minutes. The dummy did not show any changes. Then he walked a few steps away and lifted up another quilt. There was also a dummy made of pillows and sheets lying underneath.

"Zhang Qisi?" There was also a name written on the back of the dummy.

Chen Ge looked at the worn-out bedding piled up in the corridor, and felt a chill on his back: "Does each mannequin have a name behind it? Are these mannequins actually referring to living people?"

The bulges of bedding in the corridor looked like grave mounds. Chen Ge's hands were sweating as he held the skull crusher. He felt that after completing this trial mission, he would become more courageous than before.

After walking just a dozen meters, the two bags of salt had been spread.

It turned out that salt was not very effective against dirt, and the uncomfortable smell in the corridor did not diminish, but became stronger.

"Let's use the last bag of salt sparingly. We can't waste it." Chen Ge would look back every few steps he took. He was worried that he would encounter a classic scene from a horror movie. As he walked along, a row of dummies followed him staggeringly.

With all his muscles tensed, Chen Ge had made up his mind. Even if a dummy stood up behind him, he would rush over immediately, smash it to pieces, and then give it another blow with a butcher knife.

"Don't panic, I still have a lot of cards that I haven't used yet." Chen Ge didn't know whether he was introducing it to the viewers in the live broadcast room or comforting himself. Anyway, as he continued to go deeper into the third ward, the popularity of the live broadcast room was also rising at a terrifying speed. On the other hand, Qin Guang's place had reached a bottleneck, and his popularity was constantly decreasing. Now it was all relying on the tips from the super rich to support the place.

The wards in the third ward were different from those in the other two wards. All of them were single rooms. What was even more strange was that there was not even a bed in the ward, as if no one had ever lived there.

"I heard from Doctor Gao that there are only ten wards in the third ward, and there are only nine patients with records left. So what are these extra empty rooms used for?"

All the wards are unnumbered, have uniform door panels and are painted a uniform white color, but they seem to have never been opened, so they are probably not used to accommodate patients.

"Ward 1 is overcrowded, with many beds even placed in the corridors. But Ward 3 is completely empty. They would rather leave it empty than have any patients stay in it. Is there any underlying reason behind this?"

Chen Ge walked very carefully. When he reached the middle of the corridor on the fourth floor, the stench in the air suddenly became stronger.

In addition to the cold wind, there was another sound in my ears.

It's hard to describe, it's like countless people are breathing hard, trying to wake up from a nightmare.

As the flashlight shone around him, Chen Ge felt more and more uneasy. He leaned his back against the wall and took out his cell phone to check the time.

"Twelve o'clock midnight!"

While Chen Ge was looking at his phone, the sound of a door being pushed open was heard from a room downstairs in the third ward.

It was a very strange feeling. The sound was clearly coming from downstairs, but it seemed to be ringing in my ears.

"The bloody door in the mirror of the horror house will open for one minute every midnight. Is the door in the third ward the same as the door in my haunted house?"

The door will appear at midnight, but it will not open automatically. When the sound of pushing the door is heard, it means that something has run out from behind the door.

"The words carved by Wang Haiming said that he completed the last rites in the bathroom. It seems that the bathroom is the only place in the rehabilitation center that has a relatively large mirror."

After twelve o'clock, the whole ward became different, as if a sleeping monster was waking up.

Arriving at the deepest part of the fourth floor, Chen Ge stood at the entrance of the corridor and looked down. The pitch-black staircase, step by step, extended into the darkness.

No one knows what is hidden inside, and no one knows what will rush out from an unexpected angle in the next moment.

Chen Ge's eyes twitched slightly. He stood at the entrance of the corridor holding a tool hammer, thought for a moment, and turned off the flashlight.

The third ward hides mentally disturbed patients, souls of those who died unjustly, and monsters that escaped from the bloody gate. It can be said that there is murderous intent at every step.

In this situation, the bright light from the flashlight would expose him and make him a sitting duck.

Chen Ge closed his eyes, then opened them again, letting them adjust to the darkness. Then he stepped on the stairs and headed towards the third floor.

From the beginning to now, Chen Ge has not gained nothing from this trial mission. At least his relationship with the white cat has improved a lot.

Originally, the white cat ignored him, but after entering the deep corridor of the third ward, the white cat actually jumped onto his shoulder and held his clothes and backpack tightly with its claws, as if it would not let go even if it died.

"Don't be afraid, everything is not out of control yet." Chen Ge touched the white cat's head. The grumpy white cat rarely resisted, and its pair of heterochromatic cat eyes stared at the darkness in the distance.

Walking down the stairs in the dark, it seemed as if there were more steps. It took Chen Ge a minute or two to move to the third floor.

The windows were sealed, and the third floor was darker than the fourth floor. One could only vaguely see the bulging bedding in the corridor.

"It's as if the Deformed Face disappeared after entering the third ward. There's not even a shoe print on the ground. Where is he hiding now? In a room? Or is he hiding under the blankets, ready to attack at any time?"

There is also a nurse station at the corner of the third floor. What is strange is that all the medicines and records in the counter are neatly arranged. What makes Chen Ge feel even stranger is that there is not a speck of dust in those counters, as if they have been in normal use.

Entering the nurses' station, Chen Ge found a lot of prepared pills on the counter. The pills of different colors were packed in small white paper bags with the names of the patients written on them.

"Li Chunyan? Zhang Qisi? Aren't these two names the ones on the back of the dummies on the fourth floor? Could it be that someone prepares medicine for the dummies every night?" Chen Ge had a somewhat absurd idea in his mind. It was as if there was a child playing a game in this ward. He made dummies to act as patients and he pretended to be a doctor to prescribe medicine for them.

"Playing such a game in Ward 3 in the middle of the night?" Chen Ge looked at the names on the counter and felt that he had overlooked something.

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