Fatty Wang was shaking his head like a rattle drum.
"Brother Xu, this, this won't do. This camera can only capture those strange things when I use it; otherwise, those things can't be recorded."
Then Fatty Wang looked at Xu Fan with ill intent.
"Brother Xu, why don't you make a sacrifice and go open the door while I film?"
Xu Fan had a cold expression on his face.
Simply cross your hands in front of your chest.
"Damn!"
With no other option, the two could only film the interior of Ward 44.
"Hello everyone, I am your favorite streamer, Wang Chao. I am currently in Ward 44, which is known as the gathering place of the dead in Japan."
Please follow us to find out more.
Fatty Wang started taking selfies and explained the current situation with great professionalism.
Xu Fan walked around the lobby of ward 44 again and again.
He felt that this place was not like an ordinary hospital.
This place felt more like a slaughterhouse to him.
He placed his hands on the floor tiles and on the wall.
Use your true essence to sense the lingering aura on it.
Xu Fan was able to hear the voices of the patients who had originally remained in Ward 44.
It was a painful, even despairing, emotion.
More than a decade later, Xu Fan could still hear the screams of the patients who had come here back then.
That kind of hysterical, heartfelt roar.
Then the sound stopped abruptly, perhaps because the doctor there covered his mouth to stop his roar.
Or perhaps it was because the injuries were too severe that he was taken away from the rest of his life.
This emotion is constantly eroding my reason.
It torments my soul every moment.
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