The wrench indexed the days, and it has been almost a week since Zhong Kui and his friends came to the Soul Transfer Station. On the surface, the task of the Soul Transfer Station was completed quite smoothly.

The smooth flow is too abnormal, everything is completed in a quiet and unconfused situation. The more quiet the atmosphere, the more abnormal the situation occurs. This is the experience accumulated by Zhong Kui from long-term ghost hunting.

In a secluded private clinic in City A, a half-year-old child was lying on a wooden bed. A few pieces of broken glass were pierced into the child's knees. The bloody wounds could be clearly seen that the residues of broken glass were stumbled in the flesh and blood.

Without injecting anesthetic, the medical staff picked up several pieces of broken glass with tweezers. The child grinned in pain, and large beads of sweat emerged from his forehead, but he pursed his lips and endured the pain without shouting.

There is no extra ward in the clinic, and the only ward has been occupied by a dying patient. A curtain has become the boundary that splits the ward into two.

The child was an orphan who wandered from a long distance. He told the medical staff that the leg injury was caused by fishing in the river and was stabbed by broken glass in the river. With the help of a kind-hearted person, he was sent to this clinic run by a retired Chinese doctor to pull out broken glass and then recover. After pulling out the glass, debridement and suture treatment was needed because the wound was large, and then anti-infection and drip treatment was performed.

There was a nurse and a doctor in the clinic. The doctor was the old Chinese doctor. The old Chinese doctor was a good person with faith. People within a radius of dozens of miles knew that he loved to do good deeds, so after finding out that the child was injured, he was sent to him. Looking at his kind face and kind smile, the child smiled comfortably.

The child was pushed into the ward by the nurse, and he glanced at the patient who was lying on his back and was still moving behind the curtain.

There was an unusually unpleasant smell in the room of the dying patient, as well as some vague invisible to the naked eye. After entering the ward, the child seemed to feel something, and shouted: "Sister, I...I don't want to live here."

The nurse smiled sweetly, possessed her and pulled the sheets for the child, and said softly: "Be good, he may leave tomorrow. There is no extra ward here, and you still need to continue treatment. So I just stick to it for a night and wait until tomorrow, you will be yours alone in this ward."

The child nodded as if he was unbelievable, glanced at the side covered by a cloth curtain again, and felt a little nervous.

The dying patient who survived little by little in the ward would come to visit him mysteriously at any time. Basically, the people who came were adults. After they came, they would gather around the bedside of the dying patient, muttering and praying silently.

The child is a child, and his natural curiosity has a look of wanting to see the cloth curtain cover the patient on that side. At first, he just wanted to see the patient. After trying hard to lift the cloth curtain, he found that a group of people who had come before were placed on the bedside table to buy food to visit the patient.

Looking at the food, his stomach was rumbled unscrupulously, as if urging him to take the food from the bedside table. Since he had a wrong idea, the child's initial sense of fear was replaced by the seductive food.

The child tilted his head and tried to use the infusion rod to stimulate the cloth curtain. The cloth curtain gently slid open under the infusion rod, revealing the dying patient's head, a dead gray face, and pale and transparent earlobes.

Looking at the dying patient, the child seemed not afraid. He had long been accustomed to the years of wandering in the open-air stations, and had been struggling in society for several years. He began a difficult and bumpy wandering life very early, and developed the courage to be fearless.

At this moment, he saw the dying man's honor, not only was he not afraid, but he was determined to get the food on the bedside table. His legs could not be used force, so he rubbed his butt and raised the infusion rod with his arms, wanting to use the infusion rod to pick up the food...

He was picking the food from the bedside table over there, but he saw a person standing on the left side of his eyes. He hurriedly retracted his hand and turned around and looked back... the hairy man was not! He was scared! He clearly felt that there was someone just now! What's going on?

Moving away, he had the idea of ​​getting food again.

A strange sound came, and the child looked at it, wow! The plastic buttons of the cloth curtain were automatically sliding... Are you ghosting? Or was it dazzled? He blinked his eyes hard, and when he looked at it again, the cloth curtain was indeed sliding one by one.

"Oh my god!" the child screamed, slapped the wooden bed with his hands, trying to alert the nurse outside the door to come in.

The cloth curtain continued to slide, and it was sliding very quickly without anyone operating it, just like someone was really pulling the cloth curtain.

‘Dongdong’ “Here’s someone! Here’s someone!” The child slapped the wooden bed with his hands while shouting.

The nurse pushed the door open with a slam. She pulled the light switch and looked at the child who was so scared that he changed his face and color and screamed, "What are you calling?"

When the nurse came in, the curtain suddenly stopped and did not move, giving people the feeling that they had never moved.

"Sister, you..." with a gulp, swallowing the nervous spit. "Do you see that person get up?" The child trembled with his hands and pointed at the dying patient on the other side of the curtain and said stammeringly.

The nurse looked along the child's finger and the dying patient was still lying on his back. The patient's arms, earthworm-like blood vessels, had dried up and had been maintained by heart-enhancing injections until now. How could he get scary?

"It's okay, close your eyes and sleep quietly, which will help your wound heal as soon as possible." The nurse once again tucked the sheets in his heart and whispered.

The child did not make a sound, and he quietly closed his eyes and started to sleep. I hope that when he opened his eyes, the dying patient had been pushed out, so that the ward would be his own.

Confused consciousness... The child dreamed that the dying patient appeared in front of his bed. The patient's body was a round character on his back. The character looked like a spell. The patient looked very fierce and stared at him with a fierce look.

The child tried his best to wake up from his dream, but he couldn't wake up no matter how hard he felt. He felt pain all over his body, and his body seemed to be as heavy as a huge rock pressing on.

The child finally broke free from Shu Bo in his dream and opened his eyes... The moment he opened his eyes, he seemed to feel something really laying on his body. He was shocked all over. When he looked at him again, a man was lying on his body.

"Let me go..." The child struggled, gathering up the greatest strength, trying to push away the monster lying on his body. When he pushed hard, the man suddenly spitted a blood-red water liquid. The water liquid had a foul smell and poured it on his face, body, and neck...

"Ah~ah!" the child shouted.
Chapter completed!