Chapter 112

Tick Tick Tick

When walking around in the hour,

few people will pay attention to this subtle change. People always say that we should cherish time and cry for an inch of time and a inch of gold, but few people really do it.

But many people have experienced this kind of experience. Suddenly, you are quiet, and you hear the "tick" of the pointer. You can clearly feel that time is quietly passing, along with your life.

It's a kind of thoughtful and fearful silence, which makes people feel gooseflesh all over. In the dark, it seems that there is a life and death book, which has written down the life and death of all people.

People live just to finish the process.

According to the records in the book of life and death, live,

and then die according to the records in the book of life and death.

This is the great terror in time.

In the basement of the unlicensed hospital, the space is not very big, but it is separated by small rooms. Each room has a bed.

Some people lie on the bed,

some people lie before the bed,

some people are waiting for the next person to lie down.

This is not hell, but with the breath of death.

Around, there are some doctors and nurses walking around, but they are here, in this hospital, not the kind of angel in white people know to save lives.

They simply observe, record, record the data of each target, and then upload it to the Internet synchronously.

Just like playing football lottery, the odds will change constantly. The main players of a team will be injured suddenly, the coach will be changed suddenly. All kinds of changing factors inside and outside the field will lead to the change of the odds.

Here, too, everyone's vital signs data will make gamblers sitting in front of the computer screen excitedly read it carefully.

They may not take their parents' medical records as seriously as they do now.

They look for their own judgment and throw out their chips from the real-time monitoring video, from the words and lines of various data.

It's a game of gambling. What gamblers get here is not only the return on the odds, but also the joy of life control.

And these pleasures are based on trampling on the lives of their own kind.

A woman who was lying in bed suddenly struggled to sit up. At this time, it was the time for doctors and nurses to change shifts nearby. The staff in the monitoring room may also be on a errand and didn't give notice of the change of women.

The woman pulled out her pipe and tried to get out of bed, but the whole person rolled to the ground.

She is much younger than other people in bed and looks like she is only 30 or 40 years old, but her body is obviously swollen. Her calf is too thick to imagine and almost swollen.

She can't stand up. Every day, even if she eats, she will not exceed the quota. This is for the sake of fairness.

The fairness people pursue has been thoroughly implemented in this respect.

She's climbing,

she's trying to climb,

she climbs to the door, the door is covered, she pushes the door hard, and continues to climb out. She's like Joan from the TV, white clothes, messy hair, but she's still alive.

Of course, it won't last long. The light of life has begun to flicker on her and will soon wither.

She was lucky enough to climb out of the narrow ward, up the aisle, up to the door of the office, all the way, no one passed by, and no one found her.

She put her hand on the door of the office. She asked the doctor inside to let her make a phone call. There was an electronic clock in her ward, which showed the date and time.

Today is the fifth birthday of her son.

Thinking of her son, she smiled at the corner of her mouth. Her son is her deepest fetter. She is pregnant in October. As long as she is a normal mother, who doesn't love her child?

I am suffering from this disease and can't be cured. My family conditions are not good. My husband is fond of gambling and has no job. Before, my family relied on myself to work outside. Now I have this disease that modern medicine can't help.

She can't bear to throw her family foundation into her body. Her son, who is going to kindergarten and school, needs money now and in the future.

The husband knelt in front of him and asked her to come here.

She knows where it is, she knows what the two cameras in the ward are for,

she agrees, she agrees.

Lying at home is dead, lying here is dead, she knows she has become a chip, but at least, when this chip, the platform will give a lot of money to the family.

The family needs money, and her children need money when they grow up.

The husband knelt down in front of her and promised that he would change his mind, be a good man, be a good father and raise his son well.She knew that she was going to die,

she had been staring at the schedule,

she wanted to hold on,

to remind her husband to celebrate her son's birthday. She wanted to hold on to this day,

this was the reason why she was lying in the hospital bed, unable to receive any treatment, and even couldn't take painkillers to bear the pain every day, but she kept holding her breath.

She pushed the door,

she couldn't move,

she was very tired,

she didn't have much strength.

In the office, however, there were quarrels.

The voices of both sides of the quarrel are familiar. One is the chief doctor who will check himself three times a day in the morning, in the evening, and the other is his husband.

She smiled, her husband was here, so she could tell her son's birthday in person.

She can also ask her husband to help her son with a few words. As a mother, she will be in heaven, always accompanying the child's growth.

"Why hasn't she died? Why hasn't she died!" Growled the husband.

"How do I know that it's our fault that your wife doesn't die?" This is the doctor's voice.

"But I killed 200, 000 of her last week, and I don't think she should have survived last week."

"Your daughter-in-law's vitality is amazing, which is also a miracle in medicine. After stopping the medicine for such a long time, ordinary people can't stand it any longer."

"It's you, it's you who told me that she would die last week. I dare to crush 200000, 200000!"

"You let go, you let go! You have a brain disease. I'm not the king of hell. I don't care who lives and who dies. "

"You can't even give me the news and get kickbacks from me. You are deliberately harming me!

You know, these two hundred thousand are my daughter-in-law's money for her life! "

"I'll call security if you do that again."

"If you help me, I'll give you another hundred thousand. Will you let her die this week? Give her a secret injection and let her die this week, so that I can get back to the original and earn money! "

"Another hundred thousand? Where did you get another 100000? "

"I sold my son, 100000 yuan!

I will redeem my son when I turn over.

Doctor, help me and kill her secretly, or I will lose my wife and my son! "

"Ha ha, you are nobody. I'm sorry, there are rules here. There are cameras to monitor. I can't do this kind of thing."

"What shall I do, then?

By the way, doctor, you let me see her. Let me see her. Which ward is she in? I'll see her. I'll let her die this week. She knows!

She can't redeem her son if she doesn't die, and her family money is gone. She likes me very much and her son very much. If you let me see her, she will die for her son.

Doctor, I beg you,

doctor, I beg your doctor. "

"It doesn't meet the requirements. We are not the wild road outside. We are very regular. Because we are regular, we have the most guest talents to bet here."

"This is for you, for you, when you check, please take a message for me, and then you can bet, believe me, she will die, she will."

The two men's voices continued,

and the woman outside the door,

had lost her breath,

but her eyes,

were wide open,

on the closed door,

there were still scratches on the door, which were traces of fingernails.

………………

Outside the hospital, Zhou Ze and Lao Dao stand there.

"Lao Dao, do you still have that kind of Rune paper?"

"No, it's ancestral. It's long gone.

last time I took a picture of my hair in the bookstore, I used the last two of them."

The old Taoist said sincerely, "if I still have one, I will give it to the boss."

"Oh." Zhou Zeying.

The Taoist priest breathed a sigh of relief, then reached out and touched the crotch unconsciously.

At the next moment,

the crotch suddenly burns,

it's so hot that the old man jumps up directly, and quickly reaches in and takes out a piece of red Rune paper.

"Sobbing Hiss, hiss It's hot, it's hot. "

As the old Taoist patted the crotch, he saw Zhou Ze looking at himself, and said immediately:

"hahaha, boss, you say it's not magic. I forgot that there was another one in my crotch, the last one, really the last one."

"I'm not going to ask you." Zhou Ze said.

"What?"

"I wanted to remind you that there will be a fierce ghost who will return from the first seven days later. The resentment may be heavier. If your rune paper still hides your crotch, it may be very painful."

The Taoist priest's face immediately twisted into an old and tender chrysanthemum:"Boss, why didn't you say it earlier?"

"If you say you're gone, I'll believe you."

“…………” Lao Dao.

He kept rubbing his crotch to dispel the burning feeling. The old Taoist looked at the hospital in front of him. It seemed that there was a lot of dim light in it. Even though the old Taoist didn't have any Taoist skills, he could feel something wrong in the hospital.

"Lao Dao, what do you think?" Zhou Ze asked.

The old Taoist priest was stupefied for a while, what do I think of it?

are you a ghost or I am a ghost?

are you a ghost or I am a ghost?

it's haunted here, and you asked me how to think.

What nonsense!

But Lao Dao replied immediately and seriously:

"boss, there must be something wrong with it!"

"Ha ha."

Lao Dao felt a little confused.

After a while, he saw Zhou Ze didn't go in and said, "boss, these scum are definitely scum, not worth helping."

The old Taoist worried that Zhou Ze would go straight in to catch ghosts.

he knew Zhou Ze's character and was very strict with the rules, which was totally different from his former boss.

"We went in, but the security guard inside drove us out." Zhou Ze said.

"Well?"

"The top seven of the fierce ghost has a lot of complaints, so it's very unusual. Moreover, in this place, every once in a while, there's a person staring at the clock to die. The complaints layer by layer, constantly superimposed, finally fell on the ghost. Therefore, when she came back from the top seven, her momentum was so strong.

Even, the ability to do harm to ordinary people. "

"So fierce?" How do you feel, a little excited?

It's best to kill these scum turtles. It deserves it!

"In fact, she would not have been so exaggerated at once." Zhou Ze said again.

"What's going on?" Lao Dao looked around. "What mysterious people are pushing around here?"

Zhou Ze nodded.

The old Taoist immediately widened his eyes and said in a deep voice, "can you find it, boss?"

Zhou Ze shook his head.

"What should I do, in case that guy has a bad intention?" Lao Dao is a little anxious.

"That man should have cut off the fetters of the big bell and the female ghost, which is equivalent to opening the cage where the female ghost is being held. This is the evil ghost coming out of the cage.

If it wasn't for the security guard to stop me, I could have stopped it, alas. "

"No..." The old Taoist said half, and smiled awkwardly, "boss, otherwise, I will accompany you in?"

If the boss wants to catch the ghost, the veteran can only choose to follow him.

"No, the security guard is too fierce and strong. We two, an old man and a disabled man, can't fight."

"I can..." Lao Dao wanted to take the initiative. The security guard looked fierce, but Lao Dao was confident that he could handle it. Moreover, he didn't know what the ghost had made of the goods.

But Lao Dao suddenly recalled a picture in his mind.

the boss just said that someone had cut the fetters of female ghost and big clock and let the evil ghost out of the cage.

Lao Dao thought of the boss standing in front of the big clock behind him, as if he had played with his fingernails.

Yes,

remember right!

"Boss, I can't beat him, Lao Li. It's useless."

Lao Dao pretends to be dispirited and blinks at Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze didn't disagree,

put his hand on his mouth,

face his fingernails,

gently,

blow