C3

Perhaps, someone would ask, "It's just a hospital, actually it's nothing!"

In the face of such disdain, I normally wouldn't care about it. The place with the heaviest Yin Qi in the world should be here, especially the place where the operation room and the morgue are connected. When I pass by at night, even the hottest summer weather would involuntarily shiver. If you don't believe it, just try it yourself.

All that was left were the cemetery, the women's restroom, the empty office building, the haunted mansion where someone had died …

Why was there no one in the hospital!

I walked along the corridor. Under the dim light, I felt an indescribable nervousness. Suddenly, my head began to hurt as if I had been stabbed with a needle. I forcefully knocked on my head a few times.

Turning around from the dark corridor, there was actually a light coming from the inside of one of the rooms. There was someone here, and I quickly walked forward. The door wasn't tightly shut, and as I walked in, I saw that there was someone inside.

He was standing with his back to me in a white coat in front of a table, probably the doctor here, and I was about to knock on the door when I saw the white cloth on the table move, and then a hand, and it was moving.

There was actually someone lying on the table.

As the white cloth fell to the side, through the crack in the door, I could vaguely see that the man lying on it had his hands and feet tied tightly with rope.

A man tied with a rope.

I didn't know what was going to happen here. The next moment, I covered my mouth and almost shouted out because the person held a knife in his hand and slashed open the stomach of the person lying on the table.

I saw the man struggling, but he could not move, tied to the rope.

Was this an operation? Why is it here, why is there no anesthetic, why is there only one doctor? A series of questions rose in my head.

It's not surgery, it's murder.

Next, the man's gloved left hand actually reached in and grabbed the intestines inside, pulling it out with all his might, causing blood to spurt out.

Clang! My head hit the door, and almost at the same time, the man turned his head, probably noticing me and looking at me viciously.

I ran back as fast as I could, certain that this was not an operation, but a murder.

I felt in my pocket. The phone was still there, so I quickly swiped my finger across it and pressed the number of the police officer that I was familiar with. There was a busy signal that no one was going to answer at this time.

I turned to look behind me. The man had spotted me, and there was a heavy footfall in the corridor.

What to do, what to do!

I was really a little mad. Why did I have to face this kind of situation? My phone was still lit up, but at this moment, I realized that the road in front of me was gone.

This was the end of the corridor, and there was no window that allowed him to jump out. There was no other way, he could only run back.

When I ran in, I saw a blurry shadow running quickly along the corridor. I blocked the door with my body, my heart already in my throat. There was a strong push from outside, and I realised that I did not draw the door because of my nervousness.

A series of heavy panting sounds came from outside, and I used my body to hold on. The next moment, I forcefully pushed the door open and said, "Answer the phone, pick up the phone."

The only thing he could do was to call him. As he was a police officer and had been responsible for recent deaths, it was very likely that he would remain here.

This was the only hope for survival. This was a completely sealed room, and there was only that door.

"Answer the phone, you dead man, pick up the phone." This was not a curse. At that time, he was extremely anxious. The door shook violently from the impact, and that person could charge in at any time.

The phone call connected this time. "Someone wants to kill me, save me." I shouted desperately into the phone, but there was still no sound from the other side of the phone, and the sound of the door slamming disappeared with it.

I held the phone, my arms shaking with nervousness as the numbers kept increasing.

"Brilliant! Speak, are you dead or not?"

"Xia Mo, you will be the same as him very soon."

The voice of a strange man came through the phone. I dropped the phone on the floor and cried out in fear.

If it wasn't brilliant, then how could someone else have such a brilliant phone?

I crouched on the floor, clutching my hair with both hands. The sound of a man's laughter came from the phone, and I suddenly remembered what I'd seen through the crack in the door. The man tied up in the hospital bed!

Who was that person, the patient here? As my memory returned, I was surprised to find that the clothes on the chair were actually the uniform of the police force.

Police uniform! Could it be that the person who was killed was a genius!? That was why his phone had ended up in someone else's hands. Hearing the laughter from the phone, his face suddenly hurt.

"Wake up."

I actually heard a brilliant voice. I opened my eyes, and at that time, my forehead was covered in sweat, and it was still a white ward. The only difference was that there were a few people standing beside me.

One of them smiled at me maliciously, and I saw a man standing next to him. He had gold-rimmed glasses, thick eyebrows, and a beard on his chin. He was wearing a clean coat.

My palms began to sweat. There's no mistake, the man beside Gao Ming was the one who killed him with the scalpel.

"Brilliant! He wants to kill you!" It was only a dream, but it was real, and I saw the smile on his face fade with my cry.

"Xia Mo, are you crazy? This is my university classmate, my best friend."

The man smiled. "It doesn't matter. It's just that she's too nervous and doesn't sleep well."

"Thank you, old classmate."

"I'm really envious of you. You can be a police officer and catch the killer."

"You're not bad too, Great Medical Examiner, the future star of the medical field."

I wasn't in the mood to listen to these two men flattering each other. Was it just a dream just now? Why was it so real? And why did the scene of the death parking lot appear in the dream again? His head hurt so much, and he was right. I've been sleeping really badly this whole time.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

I didn't want to stay here for a minute, so I grabbed my bag from Gao Ming's hands and headed out.

"WeChat if there's anything." He didn't forget to turn around and talk to the guy.

"Is there any news about the car park case?" I asked when Gao Ming caught up with me from behind.

"The people from the Technical Department have verified that the dagger in the deceased's hand was only left with her fingerprints, so you should understand."

"Impossible, this is a premeditated murder. If this is not the case, then why would I know in advance that a murder would happen? There are many ways to commit suicide, and the love for beauty is a woman's nature."

"This is only superficial evidence. The people from Technical Department will continue to check it out, Xia Mo, can you tell me something about the broadcast room 404? I want to know, if it's really as you said, I believe that there is a connection behind these cases."

"404?"

I frowned, then nodded slowly. It happened not long ago and it's still happening, but it's something I don't want to talk about anymore.