Sitting on the cold concrete floor, Xie Jin held the name tag in his hand, and the characters printed on it had not faded with age.

But for Wang Hongjuan, the nurse who started defending against killing just now, this matter was completely beyond Xie Jin's scope of thinking, and it was beyond his expectation.

The black blood was splashed all over his body and face. The suffocating smell made Xie Jin dizzy. The guilt of killing "people" was fighting against his reason. Xie Jin instinctively wanted to cry, but his eyes were dry and he couldn't cry at all. come out.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." After saying sorry a dozen times in a row, Xie Jin let go of his teeth biting his lower lip. The smell of rust in his mouth made him regain some sense. Xie Jin supported the wall beside him and stood up from the ground.

You can't stop here, you have to find Ji Duan as soon as possible.

Xie Jin muttered in his heart, even though his expression was still in a daze, he raised his hand and wiped off the black blood on his face with the back of his hand, then took off the outer jacket and turned it over to put the dirty bread in, and put it into the backpack.

The trekking pole was completely scrapped during the fierce struggle just now, Xie Jin twisted its head and tail, and took off the completely scrapped part without too much effort.

The original trekking pole, which was in the early 1.2 meters, was less than 40 centimeters left. Xie Jin did not throw it away, but put it in the side pocket of the backpack.

After doing this, he turned his eyes to the fire ax at his feet. The small ax was still stained with Wang Hongjuan's black blood. At this time, Xie Jin saw it as a murder weapon.

But Xie Jin still picked up the axe. He had witnessed the power of this axe just now. Whether it was breaking through the iron gate not far away or just in case he needed it later, he couldn't throw away a weapon that might save his life at this time.

Standing in front of the iron gate, Xie Jin was holding a fire ax in his hand. The iron gate in the middle had been cut and deformed by Wang Hongjuan. If he hit it hard there, it was likely to break open the hollow iron gate full of rust.

The information left by the ghost in the register also said that the hide-and-seek game had already begun, and the appearance of the owner of the note, Wang Hongjuan, was the proof.

But this is what worries Xie Jin the most right now. He doesn't know how many "ghosts" are there to catch people in this so-called game. ...

Shaking his head quickly, and putting all these concerns to the back of his mind, Xie Jin gritted his teeth and swung the ax, smashing it at the rusty iron gate.

The dull sound of smashing iron echoed throughout the floor, Xie Jin didn't dare to stop even though his muscles were weak, he didn't know what was still dormant in the darkness.

He knew that once he started to make a move, the sound would startle those things, and those things would approach him with a quick reaction speed.

So Xie Jin simply buried himself in his work until he cut a gap in the middle of the iron gate, and he grabbed his backpack and got out from there.

Opposite the door is still the corridor, which is different from the one just walked through in that there is a layer of blue arched canopy directly above Xie Jin's head, which seems to be a passage connecting two different buildings.

Xie Jin looked at the iron gate behind him, and after hesitating, he dragged a table from the side to block the gap, but after waiting for so long, no other ghosts came out, so Wang Hongjuan should be the only one where he was just now.

To make sure that the back road would not let him suffer from the enemy, Xie Jin picked up his bag and walked to the corridor with the vaulted roof. To be honest, because of the rain, the sound of the rain hitting the roof was very noisy. In the middle, always pay attention to the situation at the end of the corridor.

Still nothing appeared, only the sound of endless rain, and the "tick" sound of water droplets on the concrete floor.

A drop of water dripped onto Xie Jin's face without warning, he raised his hand to touch it, and found it had no smell, just colorless and odorless water.

water? Why is there water? The roof looks intact, is there a leak somewhere?

With suspicion, he lifted up the searchlight to shine on the ceiling, Xie Jin felt something brushing past his cheeks, but there was nothing on the vaulted ceiling, those plastics more than ten years ago were also able to withstand the sun without any damage. Damaged, just aged and somewhat translucent.

But it was obviously water just now, Xie Jin looked at the remaining water stains on his fingertips, and confirmed that it was not an illusion just now.

"Tick tock, tick tock."

When he wondered in surprise that it was really a water leak from the ceiling, there was another sound of water dripping in front of him. Xie Jin looked towards the source of the sound, and his breathing almost stopped.

At the entrance at the end of the corridor, stood a drenched man, the flashlight swept across the man's face, Xie Jin saw a large area of ​​festered and swollen skin.

The sound of water droplets just now came from that person, but when and where did it appear? Xie Jin subconsciously grasped the ax in his hand, he clearly remembered that there was nothing there just now.

The mood that had just calmed down became tense again. Xie Jin knew very well that the other party was not a human being, at least not a person who could communicate and think like himself.

Like Wang Hongjuan, the guy who was all wet was one of the undead trapped in this hospital, and he was also one of the many ghosts who were in charge of catching him in this game.

Xie Jin used the corner of the searchlight to look at the ghost's face. It was just like what he saw. The other side's face was covered with large and small wounds. Those wounds were soaked in water and festered, as if there was some kind of infectious disease. Same.

And the ghost was wearing a striped hospital gown, so he should have been a patient here.

Xie Jin didn't act rashly. He was blocked by a ghost in front of him, and his escape was also blocked by himself. He rushed forward without knowing the other party. He was looking for death.

He thought of the ghosts that Wen Liang had recovered, whether it was Tong Tong Yuyu or Qu Wan Qu Ting, they all had the ability to communicate, and he didn't know whether the ghost blocking the road in front of him could also.

"Hello?" Xie Jin opened his mouth tentatively, and after seeing that the other party didn't respond, he continued to ask, "I want to ask, is there a girl in a red dress here? I don't know her name, but I need it now. turn up……"

Before the second half of the sentence was finished, the drenched ghost began to scratch the festering wound on his face.

"It's so itchy, so itchy!" A hoarse voice came from his mouth, Xie Jin saw yellow-white pus slowly flowing from the ghost's wound, "It's killing me, it's killing me, it's dying! "

The pus ran down with the water on him along with the large shards of fallen skin.

Xie Jin couldn't help but take a step back. This ghost seemed to have been drowned before his death, and I'm afraid he didn't die in ordinary water. The more he looked at the skin, the more familiar his eyes became. Doesn't this look like a symptom of being burned by a corrosive liquid?

"My face, what does my face look like?" The drenched ghost roared in a low voice. He was finally willing to let go of his face that was so mutilated that he couldn't bear to look directly, and then glared fiercely at Xie Jin.

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