It is no longer an old age, and many superstitions have gradually become clear under scientific research.

For example, the study of spiritual bodies.

The basic materials distributed by Fatty Huo and his department contained a lot of introductions about spiritual bodies, including Chen Xian's understanding of spiritual bodies, which also came from these materials.

Spiritual bodies are the highest manifestation of the spiritual energy and consciousness of living beings. Their abilities are also related to their own magnetic fields. The stronger the magnetic field, the stronger they are.

The heavier the yin particles in the air, the stronger the magnetic field of the spirit body.

It is late at night, and it is the time when the yin qi in religious studies increases sharply, and when it rains heavily, it can be regarded as the so-called sky yin cover in Taoism.

Therefore, it is not surprising that these spirits who have just died can appear in front of Chen Xian and the others in such a real state.

"These should be patients in a mental hospital, right?" Chen Xian asked casually, looking left and right, these spirits were naked and had no clothes on, so he didn't dare to determine the identities of these spirits.

"It's possible." Fatty Huo replied, speaking very carefully, keeping his voice low, for fear of attracting the attention of these spirits, "I have read the information of this hospital, there are hundreds of patients, and there are only dozens of doctors and nurses. , there are at least hundreds of spiritual bodies here, right?"

"Maybe more than that." Chen Xian shook his head.

The corridor destroyed by the fire was dark and deep, and those "people" who were not supposed to exist all came to the first floor of the mental hospital, turned their backs to Chen Xian and the others in the corridor, and kept hitting their heads against the wall.

This place was originally a confined space. If you speak a little louder, the echo will become louder, so at this time, Chen Xian and the others can only hear the sound of banging against the wall.

The scorched black heads made a dull and rhythmic sound of hitting the wall, which seemed to make people feel inexplicably immersed in them.

Fatty Huo only listened for a while, his eyes became dull, as if he had lost the ability to control himself, and his body slowly swayed left and right following the sound of hitting the wall.

Chen Xian glanced at him, stretched out his hand and pinched him hard.

The intense pain brought Fatty Huo back to his senses, as if he hadn't realized what happened before, he covered his mouth and glared at Chen Xian: "What are you doing!"

"You want to hit the wall too?" Chen Xian looked at him with a funny look.

Fatty Huo was stunned for a second, as if remembering his previous abnormality, he broke out in a cold sweat.

"These spirit bodies are not very hostile to us, and there is no need to deal with them."

Chen Xian said in a low voice, and lightly patted Fatty Huo on the arm, signaling for him to let go of the gun and stop messing around.

"They are people who died violently. They have resentment and hatred in their hearts. Maybe they can calm down if they are not stimulated. If we make a lot of noise... things will become very troublesome."

Fatty Huo let go of his right hand holding the pistol, and felt that he had indeed lost his temper. It was just some spiritual bodies. It turned out that he had never seen it before. What was there to be nervous about?

"What now?" Fatty Huo asked.

"Hold your breath and follow me, being careful not to touch them."

After Chen Xian said this, he held his breath and carefully walked Fatty Huo deep into the corridor.

The corridor was originally narrow, and the left and right sides were standing with their backs to Chen Xian's patients, so they could only walk through the narrow gap in the middle, and also had to pay attention to the posture they walked through, and try to ensure that they would not touch those patients as much as possible. patient.

Under the light of Fatty Huo's flashlight, the deep corridor was still oppressive, like a dark tunnel with no end in sight.

Neither of them dared to make a sound, and even the sound of walking was kept to a minimum.

For a time, only the sound of the patient hitting the wall was left in the deep and dull corridor.

boom.

boom.

boom.

Every patient was naked, and the skin was burnt black. In some parts, the skin was even cracked, and the cracks were slightly curled like fried fish fillets, exposing the cooked muscle tissue under the skin.

The smell of roasted meat was quite fragrant at first, but it gradually became disgusting. The smell was mixed with an indescribable greasy and rancid smell. The smell of human fat cooked at high temperature was like a jar. Spoiled lard that has been exposed to sunlight.

Although it was embarrassing to say it, Fatty Huo really wanted to throw up.

Time passed very slowly at this time, and every second passed, it became very clear.

When the two of them passed through this hellish corridor, about three minutes had passed.

In the middle of the journey, Chen Xian and Fatty Huo held their breath, and they dared to resume their breathing until they walked out of the pile of patients.

"How do I need to search?" Chen Xian asked, looking back at the scorched patients with a smile on his fair face, "There are a lot of wards here, if you need a carpet search, you may have to work until the next day. Morning."

"Don't be so troublesome, go directly to the dean's office to have a look."

Fatty Huo said, pointing to the corner ahead: "I have seen the floor plan of this hospital, and the director's office is behind the corner on the first floor."

During the interrogation of Hong Jinxi, Fatty Huo got the general information.

The structure of the building of the mental hospital is a zigzag shape. The four sides are the inpatient department, the medical department, and other medical rooms. In the middle is a huge empty patio space. There is a small independent building. Hong Jinxi and the others planted it before. there.

According to Hong Jinxi, the batch of gold bricks purchased by the mental hospital was also transported into that room.

What exactly is there?

Fatty Huo wanted to know this answer, because in his opinion, the most elusive place in the entire hospital was the small independent building in the courtyard.

What that building is for, this Fatty Huo can't guess, but it's so secretly hidden... There must be something incredible in it!

"Okay, then let's go to the dean's room now."

Chen Xian said, and continued to open the way in front of Fatty Huo.

The corridor of this mental hospital looks very unlucky, although this description is a bit abstract, but it gives Chen Xian the same feeling, every corner exudes an ominous atmosphere.

Walls, ceilings, floors.

Beneath that layer of scorched black marks, there is a blood color, dark red and deep.

is blood?

It does not seem.

They are darker and duller than blood.

"Xiao Chen, do you feel something is wrong?"

"have."

After receiving Chen Xian's reply, Fatty Huo raised his hand and scratched his arm a few times, his expression unspeakably uncomfortable.

"Why do I feel a little flustered..." Fatty Huo muttered.

"Your sixth sense is quite accurate." Chen Xian grinned, and a hint of solemnity flashed across his delicate face.

Perhaps because of his status as an alien, Chen Xian's perception is much stronger than that of ordinary people, especially when some dangers are still unknown, most of them can sense them in advance.

It's biological instinct, a beastlike intuition.

At this time, he already felt danger, and this feeling of danger... came from the corridor behind the corner in front!

"Be careful." Chen Xian said.

The next second, he took Fatty Huo across the corner and came to the corridor where the dean's room was.

When he saw this corridor, Chen Xian couldn't help frowning, and Fatty Huo lost his voice in surprise.

"This... what's going on?" Fatty Huo asked with wide eyes.

This hallway is horribly clean!

The porcelain-white and translucent floor tiles are spotless, and the whitewashed walls are as white as snow, and there is no trace of the fire at all.

Didn't the fire burn here?

"Xiao Chen, what's going on?" Fatty Huo asked.

Chen Xian looked at it carefully for a while, then shook his head and said he didn't know, this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

The fire was so big before that it was obvious to all. It would be impossible to say that it didn't burn here, but this corridor did not show any signs of being burned, instead it seemed to have just been carefully cleaned.

Is it...

Suddenly, Chen Xian thought of a possibility.

But he looked around carefully, but felt uncertain.

"Maybe I think too much..." Chen Xian muttered.

In the middle of the corridor, there is an extremely conspicuous door, which is very different from the doors of other rooms, showing a feeling of being superior to others.

"That should be the dean's room."

"Xiao Chen, let's go and see!"

It was a brand new mahogany door, which seemed to have just been installed, and could even smell the lingering paint on it.

Fatty Huo was eager to try, he just wanted to quickly open the door and go in, maybe he could find the key in the dean's room.

But compared to him, Chen Xian's expression was not so good-looking, and he was even a little depressed.

The closer you got to the door, the stronger the sense of danger.

"Maybe the keys are in there...if they hadn't moved..."

Fatty Huo was so excited that he muttered to himself, raised his hand and grabbed the door handle, just as he was about to push the door hard, Chen Xian suddenly reached out his hand to stop him.

"Don't open the door!"

Hearing Chen Xian's cold words, Fatty Huo shuddered subconsciously, hurriedly released the door handle, turned to look at Chen Xian and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

"There is a voice." Chen Xian said in a low voice.

Fatty Huo hurriedly quieted down, put up his ears and listened carefully, wanting to hear what Chen Xian said.

But the corridor is still silent and dead, and it is no exaggeration to describe it as a needle falling. Where can there be other sounds?

"Could it be that you heard it wrong?" Fatty Huo asked.

"That's right, it's in there."

Chen Xian said this, took a step forward, and pressed his ear against the door.

Inside, there is a sound of paper flipping.

Seems like someone is writing in there?

Chen Xian was very familiar with the sound of the pen tip swiping across the paper.

"Someone." Chen Xian said in a low voice.

"People?" Fatty Huo frowned.

Chen Xian thought about it and said, not sure.

"I'll go in first, be careful."

With that said, Chen Xian grabbed the door handle and twisted it slightly.

With an extremely crisp mechanical turning sound, the office door opened instantly.

Fatty Huo pulled out his pistol and stood on one side, leaning against the wall, leaving Chen Xian alone outside the door.

It was dark in the dean's room.

The curtains were all drawn, and there were no lights on, and no light source could be found. It can be said that the visibility inside was terribly low.

This office seemed to be swallowed up by darkness, and the strange atmosphere made even Chen Xian feel uneasy.

Fatty Huo was about to shake his flashlight in, but he was stopped by Chen Xian as soon as he raised his hand.

"Don't use the flashlight, I can see."

Chen Xian's eyesight is relatively average, not much different from ordinary people, but he can see in the dark, which is also one of the biggest differences between him and ordinary people.

In his eyes, the visibility of this room is very low, but it is not enough to see anything.

The dean's room is very simply decorated, and surprisingly cramped and cramped, not as good as the wards I've passed by before.

About ten square meters.

There is only a desk, a leather chair, and no other furniture.

In that only chair, sat a "weird".

This is also the reason why Chen Xian did not dare to let Fatty Huo turn on the lights, for fear of disturbing him.

The naked man was as scrawny as firewood, with a slender body, like a skeleton frame wrapped in a layer of skin, no fat at all, and the eye sockets were terrifyingly deep.

The light here is so dim that even if Chen Xian could see in the dark, he still couldn't tell what color his skin was.

At this moment, its fingers like dead branches were clutching a pen, and it kept writing something on a notebook.

It doesn't seem to be a spirit body?

Chen Xian looked at the strange man with some curiosity, and planned to get closer and observe again.

Without waiting for Fatty Huo to say anything, Chen Xian took a step forward and walked over the threshold into the dean's room.

The moment he walked into this room, he didn't notice it.

The office door behind...

Disappeared.