After Tong Sui comforted Pei Xiang, he returned to his ward, and then heard a clicking sound.

The ward was locked again.

He was going to be here alone until the next morning.

If it was changed before, Tong Sui wouldn't think there was anything wrong, but since knowing that there is an unknown power in this dungeon, Tong Sui said that he is not afraid of being fake at all.

But it's still early, and that thing probably won't come out.

So Tong Sui took his clothes and went into the bathroom.

He turned on the shower, hot water poured over his body, water droplets flowed down from the smooth shoulders and neck, gathered at the soles of the feet and flowed to the floor drain.

Water droplets condensed on the wall amidst the white mist.

It seems that in the dimness, there is something hidden in the corner, like a pair of invisible eyes watching all this quietly.

Tong Sui's flamboyant red hair was wet and stuck to his forehead in clusters.

Tong Sui brushed back the wet hair that was somewhat obstructive, revealing a pair of beautiful jewel-like eyes, which were a little more beautiful than usual after being wet by water drops.

Like a stone lying quietly at the bottom of the water, it came out of the water.

Tong Sui vaguely felt getting colder and colder, although the hot water was still hot when it fell, making his snow-white skin pink.

But the surrounding environment was filled with an abnormally biting chill.

It was so cold that he even wanted to shiver.

Tong Sui gritted his teeth and decisively turned off the water, dried himself with a towel and quickly walked out of the bathroom.

After Tong Sui left the closed environment of the bathroom, the chill eased a lot.

He sat down on the bed with a sigh of relief.

The ward was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and nothing seemed unusual.

Could it be that he is oversensitive?

Tong Sui looked back at the empty bathroom, and rubbed his sore brows, because he was constantly harassed by that kind of thing last night, which caused him to not have a good rest all night.

He turned on the TV in front of him to divert his attention.

The education channel is broadcasting how to educate preschool babies. The teacher takes the baby to do simple hand-cut paper-cutting.

The little baby's face is flushed, and he carefully cuts paper with small lace scissors, completely immersed in his own world.

This kind of boring and boring thing for adults seems to be the most interesting thing in his small world.

Tong Sui suddenly seemed to see Pei Xiang's figure.

What exactly is normal?

Perhaps Pei Xiang's body is just filled with an immature mind, but that doesn't mean it's wrong, he's just slower than everyone else and needs more patience.

Watching the program unimportantly as a child, listening to the gentle voice in the TV is like a sleep aid in class.

He couldn't help but started to yawn, and some crystal clear tears leaked from the corners of his eyes.

It's just too sleepy.

Tong Sui pulled the quilt over his body, squinted his eyes and fell asleep.

Not long after he closed his eyes, the normally broadcast TV screen suddenly began to change channels automatically, and finally turned into trembling snowflakes.

The sound of sizzling sounded in the quiet ward, and it was so sharp that it made one's hair stand on end.

Snapped.

The TV screen went black.

The light tube above the head flickered immediately, flickering on and off, flickering convulsively several times before completely sinking into darkness like ink.

In the originally empty corner, a cloud of black mist suddenly condensed out of thin air, surging impatiently, and it seemed that the rudiments of hands, feet and torso could still be seen, but in essence it was still a chaotic black mist.

But Tong Sui closed his eyes and slept without knowing anything about it.

His steady breathing was the only sound in the room, resting there quietly, with a strong attraction.

Hei Mist couldn't wait any longer, and crawled over almost greedily, using a part of it that couldn't be called hands and feet, and climbed up to the corner of the bed in a distorted posture.

Tong Sui was lying on his side, the quilt on his body was just pulled casually to cover it.

A leg was outside the quilt.

The white and beautiful insteps and lonely ankles are exposed, so white that they can be smashed to pieces without much effort.

The black mist surged violently, turning into strands of mist and surrounding it, tightly entwining Tong Sui.

A hand slowly emerged from the black mist.

It was a poor imitation. The size and arrangement of the fingers did not resemble that of a normal person. It was like the product of some kind of genetic sequence deformity. There was no aesthetic feeling at all, and it would only make people feel fear and disgust.

Even so, it didn't affect its thin ankle in the slightest.

It was like playing with some precious glass handicraft, afraid that there would be a little crack in him, and his movements were extremely gentle, like a monster sniffing roses.

No matter how gentle it is, the penetrating chill still brings discomfort to childhood.

He frowned in his sleep, and kicked his legs trying to get rid of the discomfort.

Snow-white feet passed straight through the black mist.

After the black mist was dispersed, it drifted around, and the annoying coldness also disappeared.

Because of the kicking action just now, the trousers of Tong Sui's loose hospital gown rolled up a bit, his calves were slender and straight, without any obvious muscle lines.

The black mist that was stepped on by Tong Sui didn't suffer much damage, and soon regrouped, more dense than last time.

And trembling its mist, sticking up again.

It turned into a very vague human face, with no specific appearance, leaning against Tong Sui's feet.

I don't know what the composition of this group of things is, it seems to have no sense of shame at all, and it will stick to it if it is stepped on, it is more like an incomprehensible act of flattery than evil.

But the look and feel it brings to people is really bad, even if it is an avatar, it is an ugly thing with no order.

The tighter it sticks, the more obvious the inhuman chill will be.

Tong Sui moved his legs again.

But this time it has obviously learned the lesson just now, clinging tightly to the flesh, using the hands and face it turned into, the picture is a bit astonishingly absurd for a moment.

Tong Sui struggled several times but failed to break free, so he subconsciously pulled off the quilt and covered his legs.

The whole black mist was wrapped in it, and the air in the stuffy environment under the quilt was not enough to circulate, and there was a warm body temperature and a faint fragrance left on the body by the bath liquid.

And a kind of sweetness unique to the soul.

Unlike body wash, the fragrance floats on the surface, but goes deeper, blending into the bone marrow to attract from the inside out.

Just smelling it is no longer enough to satisfy it.

The black mist splintered into another ball like mycelium, slowly winding around Tong Sui's slender and fair fingertips, tracing his palm prints.

Tong Sui relies heavily on sleep to recharge his energy, and now he is annoyed to the point that he can't stand it anymore. The sleepiness is greater than his fear, and he scolded angrily: "Don't let people sleep!"

The murderous black mist receded like a tide, shrank into a ball and retreated to the bedside.

The ugly and twisted hands and feet were scratching the mattress beside the bed. If you look carefully, you can see the feeling of grievance on the blurred face.

It does not understand why it is being scolded.

But Tong Sui didn't even open his eyes, so naturally no one appreciates its pretentious attitude.

Tong Sui never thought that this thing could understand human language, but he finally got away from himself and could sleep well.

Tick tock.

In a daze, he seemed to hear the sound of water coming from the balcony, falling intermittently.

It's raining.

Tong Sui turned over irritably, covered his head with the quilt, didn't pay attention to the sound, and fell into a deep sleep until the next morning.

It was dawn when he opened his eyes.

After Tong's age, he had a belated recollection, thinking of what happened last night, and he was a little scared.

He actually fell asleep under the harassment.

Fortunately, the night was passed safely, and nothing happened.

The nurse came in and greeted him, "Morning, today's weather is good, it looks very suitable for outdoor sports."

Tong Sui lifted the quilt, lowered his head and put on his shoes and said, "Didn't it rain all night yesterday? The floor is dry so quickly?"

"It's raining?" the nurse pressed his pen to his chin, "It didn't rain last night, it should be sunny these days."

But.

Tong Sui was sure that he heard the sound of water dripping, he looked towards the balcony, the outer side of the originally silver-white railing was stained with dark red paint at some point.

Where does this stuff come from.

After Tong Sui walked over, he smelled the familiar fishy smell, and he had a vague thought in his heart. He slowly raised his head following the dripping traces.

He saw clothes hanging out.

To be precise, it was a corpse hanging in mid-air. Due to massive blood loss, the original blue and white hospital gown had been completely dyed crimson.

Slap.

A drop of blood fell on the railing, making a sound similar to that of rain last night again.

Tong Sui hurriedly took half a step back, cold sweat dripping from his back.

He listened to the sound all night last night, and it came out like this...

The familiar panic and commotion outside the ward sounded again.

Tong Sui walked up the first floor and saw four corpses on the ground.

It turned out to be four people.

Their faces were pale, because the blood was basically drained, and the skin was loose and drooping, like human skin covered with a skeleton.

Four people died last night.

The balconies on each floor are sealed, and there are no signs of damage. They were hanged outside the railings of the balconies in a way that cannot be done conventionally.

Even players who often do quests can't help feeling chills down their backs.

Tong Sui looked at the faces of those dead NPCs, they were also the servants who crowded in the toilet and beat Pei Xiang that day.

Is it a coincidence?

It seemed that there was some connection between that unknown force and Pei Xiang.

The nurses quickly covered the body with a white cloth and took it away.

Because such unexplainable incidents happened twice in a row, Tong Sui obviously felt that the number of guard gates in charge today had increased.

This made it even more difficult for them to search for nursing homes.

However, the shift schedule that Wen Jian and Xiao Shen obtained clearly records the time of each shift change, and they can use this time to search for room passwords for a short period of time.

Tong Sui searched several places, but found nothing.

Then heard a new personal task released in mind.

"Personal mission is released, please take care of an NPC in the dungeon and accompany him.

Task time limit: one hour.

Mission failure penalty: obliteration."

What kind of personal mission is this?

Tong Sui looked at Wen Jian and Xiao Shen, their expressions were not very good-looking, as if they had received a different task from him.

Xiao Shen said: "Let's come here first today, let's go to complete the task separately."

"it is good."

Although don't know what the basis for the mission is, but compared to their personal missions, Tong Sui's is much simpler.

If he was looking for a random NPC, then he could go to Pei Xiang.

So Tong Sui walked towards Pei Xiang's ward.

From a distance, he saw the figure squatting behind the door, stretching his neck, and immediately stretched out his hand excitedly after hearing his footsteps.

Pei Xiang didn't know how long he had been waiting here.

Tong Sui walked over quickly and saw that Pei Xiang was wearing shoes. Although the laces were a bit sloppy, it did not affect the normal wear.

"It's amazing, I learned it after teaching it once."

Pei Xiang moved his head excitedly, as if asking for credit, Tong Sui was stunned for a moment, and then he was held hands and placed on top of his head.

The hair on the palm of my hand felt a little tangled and frizzy.

Pei Xiang narrowed his eyes and seemed to enjoy being patted on the head like this.

Tong Sui really couldn't connect such a simple person in front of him with that dirty thing haunting the dark.

He asked unconsciously: "if I want to leave here, will you go with me?"

Hearing the leaving and walking in his words, Pei Xiang became tense instantly, his expression even a little nervous, he was immersed in some kind of fear and tightly grasped Tong Sui's hand, the strength was so great that Tong Sui gaspedin one breath.

"pain."

Pei Xiang was frightened, and quickly let go of his hand after recovering.

Tong Sui's slender wrist had an obvious red mark, and because of the pain, his eyes were a little watery.

Pei Xiang was so anxious that he let out a whining sound.

He didn't mean to hurt Tong Sui, as if he knew he had made a mistake, Pei Xiang actually started hitting the wall with his head in front of Tong Sui.

This almost self-abuse method scared Tong Sui, he quickly reached out to stop it, "Stop it!"

His tone has never been so serious, making Pei Xiang stick to the wall honestly, it looks like he is facing the wall and thinking about his past.

Tong Sui pulled down his sleeves to cover up the marks, "Turn around."

Pei Xiang slowly shifted his angle a bit, lowering his head and not daring to look into Tong Sui's eyes.

"I know you didn't hurt me on purpose, but you can't abuse yourself in this way," Tong Sui couldn't tell what it was like, and gently touched his forehead with soft fingertips, "Does it hurt?"pain?"

Pei Xiang shook his head.

How could it not hurt when it became so red.

Tong Sui said: "It's enough for you to say sorry, and let others know that you want to apologize."

Pei Xiang's gaze was a little erratic. It was quite difficult for him to speak normally, which is easy for most people.

Tong Sui had heard him utter a few words intermittently, and there was nothing wrong with his voice.

He leaned closer and pinched Pei Xiang's cheeks.

"Open your mouth and let me see."

Although Pei Xiang was puzzled, he obediently opened his mouth and let him command.

Tong Sui checked it so simply.

There were no obvious injuries or lesions, indicating that Pei Xiang was able to speak normally.

Tong Sui let go of him, and repeated the word "sorry" again.

"It's up to you."

Pei Xiang opened his mouth with difficulty, and only some inexplicable sounds came out from his throat, like a grunt made by some kind of animal.

Tong Sui said: "How about this, you try calling my name first."

Pei Xiang's eyes lit up a little, but soon darkened again, and he nodded hesitantly.

After waiting for a long time, he opened his mouth and made a weak voice.

"Tong, Tongsui,"

His voice was still a little trembling and hoarse, but it couldn't hide that his voice was very pleasant, like a freehand prose poem.

His beauty may only be understood by those who savor it carefully.

Pei Xiang said his name over and over again, becoming more fluent, and he said in a very low voice: "Tong Sui, yes, I'm sorry..."

Tong Sui reached out and touched his cheek, "Look, it can be done, can't it?"

Pei Xiang's cheeks turned red, "Tong Sui."

"Huh?" Tong Sui said: "Your voice is very nice, you can talk more in the future, I like to hear your voice."

Pei Xiang blushed and nodded heavily, his face and heart were burning hot like a ball of fire, which made him rub Tong Sui's palm involuntarily, "Tong Sui..."

Listening to him repeating his name repeatedly, Tong Sui felt helpless and funny, but it was a good improvement.

With the completion of personal tasks, the sun gradually set.

When the nurse came over, he saw Tong Sui's figure, and he reminded: "Master Tong, it's time for you to go back to your room."

Tong Sui said: "How long will he be imprisoned?"

"Tomorrow is the last day," the nurse said, "Please."

After Tong Sui left, Pei Xiang squatted at the door and stretched his neck until the last ray of light in the corridor was swallowed up, and he fell into a strange darkness.

A cloud of black mist slowly condensed from behind Pei Xiang, lying on his shoulders, and was completely absorbed in a short while.

Pei Xiang's originally dull eyes were filled with a dangerous breath, as if he had changed into a different person, he easily broke away the iron chains on his legs that restricted his movement.

If the original him seemed to be a part of his body with some incompleteness, then the current Pei Xiang might be complete.

When he got up, he heard a sound from outside the door, and a patient in hospital clothes came in, still complaining: "Why are you stuck here, get out of the way, it's really bad luck to live with you."

Pei Xiang turned around.

The person in the same ward who was pushing Lai Lai was suddenly stunned, "You, what kind of eyes are you fool."

Those dark pupils were like a bottomless pool of cold springs, which sent a chill down his back.

"Fool?"

Pei Xiang raised his eyebrows and took a step forward.

The fog behind him repeatedly condensed into a solid body, and the deformed hands and feet twisted wildly in midair, and quickly rushed forward.

"Ahhh!!"

The patient was so frightened that he ran to the door and wanted to open the locked iron door, screaming in pain.

Pei Xiang walked over slowly, with light jumping in the depths of his dark pupils, and with a faint smile on his face, he slowly knelt down in front of the man who was on the verge of collapse.

"You are so noisy."

After Pei Xiang's words fell, the person in front of him seemed to be strangled by the throat, unable to utter any sound, and fell down with his eyes closed, life and death unknown.

"Hey, it's not interesting."

Pei Xiang stood up straight and moved his body, like a rusty clockwork, making the sound of twisting joints, "I haven't come back for so long, this shell is really getting more and more difficult to use."