C74 ward

Mr. Zhao saw me turn my head and asked, "What? "You can't bear to part with it?"

I shook my head. "How did you know that there's a Phantom in this unfinished building?"

Mr. Zhao said, "When you see so much, you will naturally see it. The ghost aura in Phantom is sinister and different from other places. "

I let out an "oh" and absent-mindedly said, "It's such a pity. It's just a piece of land, turning into an unfinished building."

Mr. Zhao said, "This is very normal. Something happened while they were building the building. This place had become very unlucky. Not to mention that the project was not progressing smoothly, even the people who bought houses were unwilling to come when they heard of this. Besides, the developers didn't plan to build it properly in the beginning. "He took the loan, rolled up the money of the buyer, and ran off a long time ago."

Puzzled, I asked, "How do you know so much about the situation?"

Mr. Zhao spread out his hands and said: "I guessed, I have seen too many of these things."

Fanzhuang psychiatric hospital is in the suburbs, but we have to enter the city to find a car. So we walked along the dark country road in silence.

It was pitch black, and the only way to tell where the city was was was by the light in front of them. This feeling isn't good, just like my current state. I'm troubled, I only know how to save the foster-grandpa first.

I remembered Third Sister from the closet, so I asked the Mr. Zhao, "Do you know what karma is?"

Mr. Zhao said, "I know. A seed gets fruit, eh? Eldest Nephew, aren't you a university student? Do you even need to ask me that? "

I said, "If you have a cause and effect with someone, what happens in the future?"

The Mr. Zhao said, "That depends on how strong the cause and effect are. If it's big, I'll pay for it with my life, and pay for it with my debts. "

I said, "If it was just a story, or a sentence or two, would there be cause and effect?"

Mr. Zhao replied, "Of course I do. However, this causal factor was very small, so it could be ignored. It's like you picked up a dollar off the ground. "In the end, this dollar came back to you. Either you lost your money, or you were cheated by a peddler. In short, this dollar came back to the original owner, and this is the result."

I thought to myself: Mr. Zhao's words are a little mysterious, but at least it can prove that the cause and effect are very small. I just heard a story, Third Sister shouldn't be bothering me.

I was relieved. At the same time, I felt some sympathy for Third Sister. If there was a chance, I wanted to help her. As for how I could help her, I was still thinking.

I shook my head, then asked Xia Xin, "I need to ask you something, you guys …"

Before I could finish my words, Xia Xin said puzzledly: "Why did you stay in Phantom for a few hours? Why are you asking so many questions?"

My heart skipped a beat. "It was seen through?"

Embarrassed, I asked, "Is it obvious?"

Mr. Zhao, Xia Xin, Bao Xiaomu and even A Chang all nodded.

I coughed dryly and pulled Xia Xin to the side. "Let's talk in private," I whispered.

A Chang's expression did not change. He just rolled his eyes and Mr. Zhao came over to try and eavesdrop.

I used a voice that no one else could hear to ask Xia Xin, "Do you know a person called Tie Shan?"

Xia Xin bluntly replied, "No, I don't."

I didn't want to give up, so I asked again, "Think about it carefully, he is also from the Underworld."

Xia Xin answered straightforwardly, "There's no one called Tie Shan in the Underworld."

I was even more confused. "You know all the people in the Underworld?"

Xia Xin shook her head, "I don't know many people."

I said, "Then how are you so sure that Tie Shan isn't someone from the Underworld?"

Xia Xin didn't want to say more. "In short, there's no one like him."

I nodded my head and fell silent with my stomach full of questions.

It was already late at night when we arrived in the city. There were still people running and renting on the streets, but the drivers at this time were all rather casual. Casual meaning: the price is very casual. It was said that they had some equipment on the meter, and with a tap of their hands, they could get twenty or thirty dollars out of here.

However, we are not afraid, because the group of us either lost our memories, lost our physical bodies, or lived corpses. We can either borrow corpses to return souls, or take over the physical bodies of others. In short, no one was a normal person. To us, being killed in a car is very much like the atmosphere in the world.

So we happily got into a taxi. The driver asked us, "Where to?"

Mr. Zhao said: "psychiatric hospital Fan Zhuang."

The chauffeur looked back at us in surprise, sizing us up.

Mr. Zhao laughed mischievously: "Who do you think we are going to send inside?"

The driver hesitated for a long time before saying to Mr. Zhao, "You look the most like a patient."

The car bounced around in the darkness for a long time before the driver hit the brakes and said, "Here we are."

Mr. Zhao did not even look at the meter and directly started shouting, "You are really evil, aren't you charging too much? Don't bully me, it's not a crime to kill someone for mental illness. "

The driver felt wronged and said, "From the city area to here, it's a distance of 30 miles. I'll take forty dollars from you, and this is black? If you want to ride in an overlord's car, you can't go that far, can you? "

Mr. Zhao awkwardly coughed, he turned his head and said: "Pay up."

Xia Xin spread out her hands, A Chang spread them out, and Bao Xiaomu did the same.

The driver was even more unhappy. "Aren't you going too far? So many people, and not a single one has money? "

In the end, Bao Xiaomu took out his phone to escort the driver, and finally sent him away.

It was now around twelve o'clock, and the doors to the psychiatric hospital of Fan Zhuang were tightly shut. I looked through the bars. It was dark and dark, with no lights, only the faint outline of a building visible in the starlight.

Mr. Zhao asked me: "Eldest Nephew, is it here?"

I said, "How can I tell? Let's go in and take a look. "

Instead of knocking on the door, we climbed over the wall. Because we don't know why I was locked in here, and it would be hard to find out if anyone inside were to be alarmed.

We climbed over the wall, and immediately after, a gust of cold wind blew from the psychiatric hospital.

I shrunk my neck back as the Mr. Zhao said, "It's nothing. It's just a coincidence."

Bao Xiaomu said quietly at the side: "But why do I feel like someone is staring at me? It gives people goosebumps when they see it. "

I nodded. "I feel the same way."

We both closed our eyes, took a closer look, and pointed in the same direction at the same time.

It can be a coincidence that one feels that someone is watching. But if we both feel it at the same time, we'll have to take it seriously.

We walked over with large strides and found that there was a person in the darkness, who was squatting on the ground and staring at us.

Mr. Zhao bellowed, "Who is it?"

The man did not answer.

Xia Xin took out her phone and took a photo. It was a paper man. Tied to a post by a rope. He swayed in the breeze.

Bao Xiaomu muttered: "Why did you tie up a paper man here? This psychiatric hospital is too evil, even if he isn't sick, he would at least be scared to death. "

Mr. Zhao said, "Look at the clothes on this paper man, it looks like a security guard. Maybe they don't have enough manpower. It's used to scare the mentally ill, so they don't have to jump over walls to escape. "

This explanation is absurd, but I feel that in this absurd psychiatric hospital, anything can happen.

We walked around the yard and soon came to the Inpatient Department.

In other words, it was the Inpatient Department. In other words, it was like the dormitory of an underfunded school. Large chunks of the wall's skin fell off, revealing the red bricks within.

We went to the door and found it unlocked.

The Mr. Zhao gently pushed the door open, and the metal door creaked as we walked inside.

The corridor was dark and the lights were not on.

Xia Xin said in a low voice, "Didn't you say there was a light in the corridor?"

I said, "Probably voice-activated."

Just as he said that, the Mr. Zhao clapped his hands and the lights went on. Then the security guards in the security room came rushing out, yawning.

We were all looking at Mr. Zhao with eyes of condemnation.

Mr. Zhao scratched his head: "There are only three of them, let's let them go."

However, the three security guards didn't come over and instead locked the metal door in front of them. We looked back, and the door behind us was locked.

Xia Xin was speechless, "It's good now, we've been locked up in the corridor. They're going to call the police."

Sure enough, the security guard was calling the police.

The Mr. Zhao complained, "Why are there so many iron cages in the psychiatric hospital? Not even the corridors. "

Bao Xiaomu said: "It seems that there are often mental patients who run away. For the sake of capturing people. "

Mr. Zhao patted my shoulder, "Eldest Nephew, you are already a soul, this iron cage can trap us, but not you. Go find a body, once we find one, we will bring you out."

I asked the Mr. Zhao: "What did you say when the police came?"

Mr. Zhao said, "You don't have to worry about that. We didn't steal nor rob you. When the police come, tell them that they illegally detained you. We are here to save them. "

I knew that with the Mr. Zhao and Xia Xin's abilities, they would definitely be able to leave if they wanted to. Thus, I nodded and climbed out of the cage.

There was actually such a benefit to making a soul. I glide along the corridor.

I noticed that in the corridor on the first floor, there was a metal door every so often. There was no ward, so I went up the stairs to the second floor.

Compared to the first floor, the second floor was much more eerie. This was because in the room next to the corridor, a strange laughter would occasionally sound out from time to time. It was the voice of a mentally ill person.

As I walked, I looked around, and I remember very clearly that in my dream I could see a figure painted on the wall through a small hole in the wall of the ward.

So all I had to do was find the man in the corridor and I'd find the ward.

When I reached the end of the evil, I finally saw the man.

He bent his waist and looked forward with a curious expression. There was even a weird smile on his face. He looked like a vulgar man who was peeping.

I took a deep breath and thought, "Looks like this is my ward."

I got down on my stomach and tried to peek through the hole in the iron gate to see what was happening to me.

However, just as I moved my eyes over, I heard a voice very close to me. It faintly said, "You're here too?"