There were many mattresses in the middle of the dark corridor, and they were bulging like they were hiding something.
Chen Ge used the hammer to pull one of the mattresses open. Underneath the moldy mattress was a doll made from pillows and bedsheets.
The craftsmanship was crude, and one could barely make out the shape of a person.
The scarier thing was that a human face was drawn on the pillow. The eyes, the nose, and the open mouth looked like a child's doodle, but it made Chen Ge's hair stand on end.
"This shouldn't be happening."
Chen Ge resisted the urge to smash them with the hammer and started to think.
"No matter how I look at it, the twenty-four mannequins at Haunted house are scarier than these dolls made from pillows and bedsheets. When I was facing them, I didn't feel afraid at all, but standing next to these dolls, I can't help but feel uneasy."
He flipped the doll over, and on the back of the pillow, there was an unfamiliar name — Li Chunyan.
"Why is there a name?" These dolls were like children playing house. Sometimes, children would use dolls or dolls to act as their parents, or they would use them to refer to real people.
He tossed a handful of salt on the mannequin's face and observed it for two to three minutes. There was no change to the mannequin. Then he walked a few steps away and pulled back another mattress. Underneath it was another mannequin made from pillows and bedsheets.
"Zhang Qisi?" There was also a name written on the back of the doll.
Chen Ge looked at the old mattresses that filled the corridor, and a chill ran down his spine. "Is there a name on the back of each doll? Are these dolls referring to real people? "
The mattresses in the corridor looked like burial mounds. Chen Ge's hand that held the hammer was sweating. He felt like after completing this Trial Mission, he would be more courageous than before.
He walked for about ten meters, and the two bags of salt were already used up.
As it turned out, salt wasn't very effective against dirty things. Not only did the uncomfortable atmosphere in the corridor not weaken, it actually became more and more intense.
"Let's use the last bag of salt sparingly. We can't waste it anymore." Every few steps Chen Ge took, he would turn back to look. He was worried that he might stumble into a classic scene from a horror movie. Along the way, a row of dummies followed behind him.
His muscles tensed, and Chen Ge had made up his mind. Even if there was a mannequin standing up behind him, he would charge at it at the first moment, hammer it into a pulp, and then finish it off with the cleaver.
"Don't panic. I still have many trump cards that I haven't used yet." It was unclear whether Chen Ge was telling his viewers or consoling himself. In any case, as he ventured deeper into the Third Sick Hall, the popularity of his livestream increased at an alarming rate. On the other hand, Qin Guang had reached a bottleneck. His popularity was constantly decreasing, and he was only relying on the gifts from the God-level tycoons to support him.
The sickrooms at the third sick hall were different from the other two; all the sickrooms were single rooms. The weirdest thing was, there was not even a bed in the sickrooms like they had never been used before.
"I heard from Doctor Gao that the Third Sick Hall only has ten sickrooms, and there are only nine patients with records. Then, what are these empty rooms for?"
All the sickrooms had no numbers, and they had the same door with the same white paint. However, they did not appear to have been used before, so they were probably not used to house patients.
"The first sick hall is packed, and many of the beds are arranged in the corridor, but this Third Sick Hall is empty. They would rather leave it empty than give it to the patients. Is there a reason behind this?"
Chen Ge moved very carefully. When he reached the middle of the fourth-floor corridor, the stench in the air suddenly intensified.
Other than the cold wind, there was another sound in his ears.
It was hard to describe. It sounded like many people were trying to wake up from a nightmare.
The flashlight shone around, and the anxiety in Chen Ge's heart intensified. He leaned against the wall and took out his phone to look at the time.
"It's midnight sharp!"
When Chen Ge looked at his phone, the sound of a door being pushed open came from one of the rooms downstairs.
It was a strange feeling. The sound came from downstairs, but it felt like it was right beside his ears.
"The blood door in the mirror at the Haunted House will open for one minute every midnight. Is the door at the Third Sick Hall the same as the door at my Haunted House?"
The door would appear at midnight, but it would not open on its own. When the door was pushed open, it meant that something was running out from behind the door.
"According to the words carved by Wang Haiming, he completed the last ritual in the toilet, and only the toilet seems to have a larger mirror at the rehabilitation center."
After midnight, the whole Sick Hall changed like a monster was waking up from its slumber.
At the deepest part of the fourth floor, Chen Ge stood at the entrance and looked down. The dark staircase extended into the darkness.
No one knew what was hidden down there, and no one knew what would rush out from an unexpected angle.
Chen Ge's eyes twitched. He stood at the entrance with the mallet in his hand, and after some thought, he switched off the flashlight.
The Third Sick Hall hid insane patients, souls who died for no reason, and monsters who escaped from the blood door. Every step was filled with danger.
In such a situation, the light from the flashlight would expose him, and he would become a live target.
Closing his eyes and opening them again, Chen Ge allowed his eyes to get used to the darkness. Then he stepped on the stairs and headed up to the third floor.
Since the start of this Trial Mission, Chen Ge had gained something. At least, his relationship with the white cat had improved.
Initially, the white cat ignored him, but after he entered the Third Sick Hall, the white cat voluntarily jumped onto his shoulder. Its claws gripped his clothes and backpack tightly like it would not let go no matter what.
"Don't be afraid, nothing is out of control." Chen Ge touched the white cat's head, and the grumpy cat surprisingly did not resist. Its multi-colored eyes stared into the darkness.
Walking down the stairs in the dark, the stairs appeared to have increased in number. Chen Ge used one to two minutes before he reached the third floor.
The windows were sealed, and the third floor was darker than the fourth floor. One could barely see the mattresses in the corridor.
The twisted face seemed to have disappeared after entering the Third Sick Hall. There wasn't even a footprint on the floor. Where could he be hiding now? Hiding in one of the rooms? Or hiding under the mattresses, ready to ambush at any moment?
There was a nurse's station at the corner of the third floor. The strange thing was, all the medicine and records were neatly arranged, and to Chen Ge's surprise, there was not a speck of dust on the counter like it had been used all along.
Jumping into the nurse's station, Chen Ge saw many prepared pills on the counter. The pills of different colors were placed inside small white paper bags, and each bag had the patient's name written on it.
Li Chunyan? Zhang Qisi? Aren't these the names pasted on the back of the mannequins on the fourth floor? Does someone come here to prescribe medicine for the mannequins every night? An absurd thought appeared in Chen Ge's mind. This sick hall was like a child playing a game. He created mannequins to act as patients while he acted as the doctor to prescribe medicine for them.
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