On the other side, on the first floor.
On the hospital bed, Wu Tong's eyelids trembled a few times and he woke up slowly.
It was dark all around, and she waited cautiously for a long time. After making sure that she was the only one in the room, she took out the special flashlight hidden in her chest.
Observe by light.
What caught my eye was a pure white: white walls, white ceiling, white bed... No, why is the bed sheet red?
What is this...
“Hiss! Ah!”
Wu Tong shifted her gaze to the side, and was horrified to find that she was lying on the bed, the sheets were stained with blood. She also touched a cold object, and when she took it out from under the quilt, she saw that it was a broken ghost hand!
She was completely terrified and jumped out of bed, her back pressed against the wall, half-crouching at the head of the bed, her spirit tense to the extreme.
The flashlight swept across cautiously.
The scene in the room made Wu Tong's expression change constantly.
A ghost corpse was lying on the ground, with scratches all over the ground in front of it. From this scene, we can see the painful struggle and inner despair before the other party died.
It seemed as if something was dragging its hindquarters.
He tried desperately to crawl forward, not caring about his broken nails or bloody hands, simply because the thing behind him was even more terrifying.
Wu Tong looked back and couldn't help but gasp.
There were large, pockmarked holes on the ghost corpse's thighs, as if they had been nailed out one by one.
"Did the patients on the first floor do this? This is too cruel! This hospital seems to be much more dangerous than I imagined. Are they crazy enough to do this with just the patients on the first floor?"
Wu Tong muttered something, and his hand suddenly touched a piece of paper.
When I picked it up and took a look, it seemed to be the medical record of the patient who originally laid this bed.
According to the above description, this patient suffers from collectivism.
At this moment, almost all parts of his legs were covered with tons of numb holes.
This is like tying a snake to the belt of someone who is most afraid of snakes, or tying a dead mouse to the hand of someone who is most afraid of mice...
"hiss!"
"What kind of devil could do such an inhumane thing?"
Wu Tong shuddered unconsciously. She thought she'd better leave the ward immediately. What if that scary patient came back and treated her like this?
But when she got up from the bed, she found that her worries were unnecessary.
There was another patient in this ward, right under his bed. However, the other person's body was not intact, but had been cut into small pieces.
Hands, feet, knees, internal organs...
They were all piled together, and the hand I touched just now should be the other person's.
Wu Tong was so frightened that he almost lost his soul. He covered his mouth tightly to prevent himself from screaming.
Although she was in fear, she was a ghost messenger after all, and did not panic like ordinary people, but forced herself to calm down.
After thinking about it, he went to the bed next to him to search.
Finally found a medical record.
It said that the patient had always suspected that his hands, feet, head and other body parts were replaced by his wife while he was sleeping, and that these were not his real body parts.
Sometimes he would mistake someone else's hands and feet for his own and demand they be replaced.
After reading it, Wu Tong swallowed hard and said, "This patient suspected that the body parts didn't belong to him, so he dismantled the other person's body."
"The last patient had a phobia of aggregates, so he turned the other person into an aggregate."
"How come...how come this looks a bit like..."
Wu Tong didn't dare to think about it any further, because she felt that this was too absurd. How could anyone choose to treat a patient with such a cruel method?
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