Chapter 56 The Fourth Hotel
byZhang Fanyu held the changed key without changing his expression. He remembered that in the underground space just now, he had heard Xiang Ya talk about a few people who came down with her.
"The surname is Chen, the surname is Huang, the surname is Zhao..."
He took out the information book again from the plastic bag, used his ability as a policeman to quickly read the information and folded the paper with these surnames.
After finishing, he put the information book back in the bag, put in the documents that might be needed, and took out a signature pen from the desktop pen holder in the middle to prepare for recording.
After 10 minutes of delay at the counter, Zhang Fanyu raised his head and looked around, but still no one came out.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, walked out of the door, and looked at the open space outside. The power grid around the sick building was still there, dividing the outside of the forest and the sick building into two different worlds.
The forest in front of him was also eerily silent, and the ghost he encountered and hunted down with Zhu Jia on his back did not appear.
"Strange." He said, turning around and walking quickly into the ward.
Zhang Fanyu took the lead in coming to the room that had been opened on the ground floor before. He remembered that the old man who was sleeping on the bed could still stare at him, and he wanted to consult these conscious old men about this building.
But there was no one in the room, and the bedding remained in a state of confusion.
Zhang Fanyu didn't leave, he stayed in the room to look around, and finally found an old passbook under the yellowed pillow. The information on the head of the household written on it he had just seen in the medical record information book.
"This old man was only admitted to the nursing home because of the inconvenience of his legs and feet caused by old rheumatism."
He said the guest information gently, and ticked the corresponding photo with a pen.
He put the passbook into the plastic bag, and then left the room. He quickly checked several rooms on the same floor. This was the situation in every room. Those who were lying on the bed were all gone.
Zhang Fanyu accelerated and walked to a higher level.
This time he entered the middle-level room in the sick ward, where the old man would gasp for breath at the living, but was unable to speak.
He continued to search, on the one hand to see if those people were still there, and on the other to gather more information.
This time it was the same result, no one in the room was there.
The entire ward was evacuated, leaving only the dilapidated things left.
However, according to the items found in the room, the homeowner information here corresponds to the information book, which are all elderly people with moderate and severe illnesses.
Zhang Fanyu silently recorded this information.
He left the middle floor, looked up at the upper floors with steep stairs, and stepped up the stairs with a little force.
...
More and more items have been collected in red plastic bags, and more and more people have been matched with the information book. Only 15 items remain undetermined.
And he only had to take another step to reach the 8th floor where he met the corpse ladder.
Zhang Fanyu tightened the plastic bag hanging ears and strode up the stairs.
The corpse hanging on the wooden board disappeared, and the dark staircase from the 8th floor to the 9th floor returned to normal.
However, the hanging angle of the stairs is still increasing according to the law. Now it is about to be perpendicular to the ground, and the height of each level has reached more than half a meter.
It looks very bad to go up, just like rock climbing.
Zhang Fanyu was not in a hurry to step on. He continued to check the situation on the 8th floor as usual, and returned to the stairway again. The information book in his hand had 8 names crossed out.
He looked up at the unattainable 9th floor, and took a few steps back. Suddenly, he moved forward quickly, and the strength gain brought by the ghost general's upper body made him jump to the third floor all at once.
He clasped it one level higher with one hand, propped up his body vigorously, and jumped up lightly.
Zhang Fanyu used this set of movements to step up several steps in a row, and finally stopped firmly on the 9th floor.
This is a space he has never been to, and he cannot enter when climbing the wall. Zhu Jia said that the mysterious floor that hides the core scene and the safe room.
He exhaled a hot breath, and walked towards the long corridor on the right.
There are only 4 rooms on both sides, but the distance between each room is farther than the rooms downstairs, about 3 times as long. There are Spring Festival couplets and Jinfu characters pasted in front of the door.
It looks like an ordinary house arrangement.
It's just that the red color on these Spring Festival couplets has faded, and the gold powder on the blessing characters has almost fallen off. Coupled with the dark corridors, it looks a little dilapidated and gloomy.
Zhang Fanyu regained his composure, and picked up the keychain from his waist.
"Room 901, 9th Floor, Building A1."
He quickly found the iron key, inserted the key into the lock, and with a "click", the door handle was twisted open.
When the wooden door was pushed open, there was a loud and piercing creaking sound.
Just like every horror movie must match the plot.
But Zhang Fanyu was never afraid of ghosts and gods.
The faint blue light attached to his body became even more blazing at this moment, piercing the old ghosts downstairs who were hovering on the wall and looking up secretly, screaming shrillly.
Zhang Fanyu was not frightened by the sudden howling of ghosts, he was still looking ahead, and the light red light spread from the room.
The smell of rust mixed with the sour smell from the pile of garbage wafted throughout the room.
'Not the core set, nor the safe room. ’ he mused.
He walked in slowly, and the room was bigger than the one he encountered before, with a small living room added, and a small door that was half opened on the left, which seemed to be the place where the owner of the house rested.
The small living room is full of sundries, as if an old man living alone is used to collecting some paper bottles and jars, stacking them at home and preparing to sell them.
Zhang Fanyu glanced at the stacked papers, and finally found an old newspaper protruding from a corner in the middle of the stack.
He pulled it out with great effort, and the date on the newspaper was March 15, 2019.
The date is very new, more than a month before the demolition and construction of the sanatorium three years ago.
He originally thought that all the information in this sick building stayed in the long time ago, but he didn't expect that the information about some living people staying there was still three years ago.
This shows that if the dream is a reflection of the ghost's reality, there are still people living in silence before the sanatorium is demolished.
Despite old age and loneliness, someone is slowly living.
Zhang Fanyu folded the newspaper and put it in a plastic bag.
He looked around, tiptoeing into the room to his left.
...
Almost 30 minutes have passed since the release time.
Xiang Ya initially relied on the observation kaleidoscope to break through the first ghost wall, but the next second, she and Jia Jia ran into a dense forest that was completely dark.
There are swamps all over the ground, low weeds grow all over the ground to cover the swamps below, and the trees are surrounded by far away, as if this devouring place is specially encircled.
This time, the two still encountered ghosts hitting the wall, but what was even more terrifying was that even if Xiang Ya saw the breach with a kaleidoscope, the swamp underneath would always choke the foot of the frontrunner.
And shadow ghosts are simply blessed in this environment, they stick to the ground wantonly, melt into the swamp, and wait for an opportunity.
Several times, when Jia Jia accidentally stepped into the swamp, a shadow ghost immediately grabbed her feet and pulled down the prey in the swamp together with the sticky swamp.
Whenever this happens, Xiang Ya immediately draws out the charm that Mo Xinxin gave her, no matter what it is, tear it apart and throw it into the swamp under her feet.
Sure enough, it was worth every penny. The moment the talisman was dropped, a strong light erupted from the entire dark jungle, and the place where the talisman landed was filled with boiling bubbles, burning the ghosts that captured the living to scream.
The muddy water splashed all over Ya and Jia Jia.
They used these blasting talismans to pass through the second ghost wall, and at the moment of escaping the dense forest, they looked back at Ya and stared at the dark forest——
In the bumpy field of vision, the flames left by the blaster reflected countless shadow monsters "growing" from the swamp.
Like people, they stood silently and densely, raising their hands one after another and waving silently towards the buds.
She couldn't tell whether it was a farewell or a seduction.
But the pain in the body seems to have some relief.
Xiang Ya Lianmu turned back and looked straight ahead. After walking out of the breach, they returned to the normal mountain forest, and the gray building was closer than before, only a hundred meters away from them.
There are no ghosts lurking here.
However, countless yellow shreds of paper were scattered from the heights, and like being blown by the gust of wind, they were raised from a corner and spread all over the sky.
They are like golden rain, fluttering, weird and beautiful.
And Mo Xinxin was sitting on a tree trunk not far away, tearing up the talisman paper in his hand, like flying it without money, maybe it was because of the talisman with the blowing effect that the pieces were blown into the sky. Yes.
The rich woman with points frightened the ghosts and dared not approach.
Seeing Xiangya appearing, Mo Xinxin poured her last hand and jumped down from the tree trunk.
"Miss Xiangya, where have you been? After Xinxin received your tracking talisman, she immediately ran to find you. Why are you still hiding?"
Xiang Ya smiled and said nothing, thinking to himself: 'Ah, do you think we are so embarrassed that we are hiding? ’
After Mo Xinxin had a lot of yin and yang, she ran closer and saw that most of Xiang Ya's talismans were missing. Without saying a word, she took out a new stack from her arms and stuffed it into Xiang Ya's hand.
"Why are you so embarrassed, you still need to be by your side to protect you."
Xiang Ya gradually got used to her tone of voice, and directly talked about the subject without wrangling with her: "I met two ghosts hitting the wall just now. I don't know how long it has been, and Zhu Jia hasn't come back yet?"
Mo Xin said, "No wonder I can't find you, it's almost 30 minutes, Zhu Jia, he just went to the other side to investigate, and he will be back later."
After understanding, Xiang Ya quickly stared at the sick building not far away.
Mo Xinxin added: "As soon as 30 minutes are up, you will know who is in the seriously ill area. Miss Xiang Ya, do you think you are?"
Xiang Ya made an "ah" sound, and she seemed to see the corners of orange and red clothes brushing across the balcony on the roof of the sick building.
In the blink of an eye, it disappeared again.
She looked at Mo Xinxin in a daze, and said, "Maybe."
"The man with you didn't come to the forest. What do you think he is doing now? He seems to have the least props among us, which is really worrying."
"Officer Zhang should search the building carefully."
As soon as Xiang Ya finished saying this, the familiar feeling of weightlessness reappeared, and this time she saw Mo Xinxin's slightly surprised face.
"Miss Xiang Ya, remember to tear the talisman!" Mo Xinxin said quickly.
In the next second, Xiang Ya appeared in the lobby on the first floor of the sick building.
She stared in amazement at the four elderly people who were hunched over and moving extremely slowly.
"Grandma Chen" they also stared with drooping eyes in fright.
Several pairs of eyes met straightly.
'Why is this girl back?!'
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Xiang Ya: Can you tell me what they are doing?!
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