Watanabe

Chapter 10

The three of them got out of the car, cast a little spell on several hospital staff they met along the way, and arrived at the scene of the crime smoothly.

This psychiatric hospital has two inpatient buildings, a 50-year-old high-collar building for ordinary patients, and a new building that is naturally more special.

Wei Jiaqiang naturally lived in a special new building, and when he walked around the old inpatient building full of creepers, Song Zhuo couldn't help asking, "Since everyone who deserves death will die, and everything that should be lost will be lost, then why are we here? "

Song Ke gave him a disdainful look, and said in a mysterious way, "You will know it after seeing the scene."

This inpatient building not only looks new, but also has a strange layout.Except for the nurse's station and doctor's office on the first floor, the other rooms don't look like wards but more like a small hotel from the outside.

When the three of them arrived at [-] where Wei Jiaqiang lived, they were even more sure that this was a hotel.

The layout of one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom, the living room has a TV, refrigerator, coffee table and dining table.There are computer desks and big beds in the room, and even the bedding is not the white that is commonly used in hospitals, but high-end silk.

"That's a doctor's visit, it's like a vacation!" Song Ke said as he walked to the location of the deceased marked by the police. The bloodstains there had not been wiped off, and he generously announced that a murder had just happened here.

I saw Song Ke took out a small silver mirror tube from his suit pocket, with intricate patterns engraved on it, which looked quite old.Song Ke put the lens tube on his right eye and carefully inspected the bloodstain and other nearby places.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Song Ke put away the lens tube, "It's the same monster."

"That day, we couldn't beat the monster and let him rob the palace. But at the last moment, I planted a tracer on the monster, but the magic power of the monster is far higher than mine, and I usually can't find it through the magic power. The tracer has found his traces, but when he uses the demon method, the tracer will still reveal a little bit. And here is the imprint left by my tracer."

Song Ke handed the small lens tube to Song Zhuo, just like a primary school teacher teaching a child a practical class, and asked him to look at the green light spots in the lens tube.

While the children were having fun, Song Ke and Liao Qingfan discussed it.

Liao Qingfan: "Now we can be sure that these ghost disappearances were all caused by that monster, and besides Gongsu, the ghosts of the others were all taken away after death. That monster has powerful spells, and you and I will join forces None of them are his opponents, how did a ghost in Gongsu escape from his hands not long after he died."

Song Ke asked him somewhat mysteriously, "Did you hear any rumors when you were in the underworld?"

Liao Qingfan was puzzled, "Whisper about what?"

Song Ke pointed his right index finger upwards, "Your boss?"

Liao Qingfan: "Judge Cui?"

Song Ke shook his head.

Liao Qingfan guessed again: "King Qin Guang?"

Song Ke was about to shake his head again, but suddenly felt a shaking.

In an instant, the whole house shook, the walls were cracking, furniture was flying in the air, and endless dust and stones fell from above.

"not good!"

Both Song Ke and Liao Qingfan hurriedly leaned towards Song Zhuo. Although he had acquired some supernatural knowledge in the past few days, he was still a real ordinary person.

Just when Song Ke regretted bringing Song Zhuo here today, a black shadow suddenly appeared from nowhere.

The black shadow came whistling, and whizzed away after a moment.

With the departure of the black shadow, Song Zhuo also disappeared.

Under the eyes of Song Ke and Liao Qingfan, Song Zhuo just disappeared.

Song Ke, who has always been as stable as an old dog, showed some panic rarely, "Hurry up!"

However, Song Zhuo didn't know about all this.

Not long after he got the lens barrel, he was controlled by someone.

At this moment, Song Zhuo is in a dilapidated building. The surrounding walls should have been painted white, but now they have been mottled, revealing the gray cement inside. There are broken spider webs everywhere, as if A few spiders will fall down in the next second.There will be an old-fashioned light bulb at intervals on the ceiling, glowing with a dim yellow light.

The windows here are very high, and there is a lot of dust on them. Looking out from the windows, the sky is a deep dark blue.

now it is night?

Song Zhuo murmured in his heart, he didn't know where he was, he didn't know why he was here, he didn't even know when he came here, and what time it is now.His mind was in chaos, and he only had one thought, which was that he had to get out of here as soon as possible.

As for what to do after leaving here, and where to go, he didn't know either.

It was very quiet here. Song Zhuo touched the wall on the inside and walked along the corridor, only to hear his own footsteps and echoes that seemed to be there.

Song Zhuo felt that he had been walking for a long time, and he was wearing a wrinkled white shirt, which was soaked through at this time.He touched his glasses habitually and continued to walk forward.

I don't know how long it took to walk, a few rays of light pierced through the front, Song Zhuo felt happy, is this the end?

He continued to walk forward, because he had a goal, he walked faster than before, and it didn't take long for him to see a door.

It was a dusty iron door, very heavy.

Song Zhuo pushed it away with difficulty, but the front was not the long-awaited outside, but another corridor, exactly the same as the one behind him.

Song Zhuo's heart collapsed almost the moment he pushed the door open.

Could he never go out again?

Why on earth is he stuck here?

Song Zhuo supported his knees with both hands tiredly, panting heavily.

A drop of sweat dripped from his cheek, and snapped, it was gone.

The floor here is also full of dust. When a drop of water falls on the ground, the color of the ground will obviously become darker, but Song Zhuo can indeed see that the drop of sweat dripped on the ground, nothing has changed, as if it disappeared out of thin air up.

What is the reason?

Is he dreaming?Song Zhuo pinched himself cruelly, and immediately grinned in pain, md, this is not a dream!

Where is this tm?

Song Zhuo was in a hurry and slapped the wall vigorously.But this time, the pain did not come as expected.

Why does it hurt when he pinches himself, but not when he slaps the wall?

Is it?

Song Zhuo slammed into the wall suspiciously, but it still didn't hurt.

He took a few steps back and slammed into the wall again.

This time, it was probably because he had a relatively strong impact after the run-up, and he actually passed through the wall like that, and in the next second, his eyes suddenly lit up.

He came to a ward, which was different from the apartment-style ward that Wei Jiaqiang lived in before. This was a real ward, a real psychiatric ward.

Small windows, small iron doors, two hospital beds, Bishui City Xihui Mental Hospital printed on the quilts, next to the beds is a shelf for hanging bottles, and a small table next to the bed is equipped with a few things to eat, half-bitten apples, eating The sugar that I spit out again, and a few boxes of psychiatric medicine.

There was a man in hospital gown squatting beside the iron gate, howling from time to time, as if he wanted to go out.

The other patient was lying on the hospital bed facing the wall, silent, as if he could not hear the voice of his fellow patient.

Song Zhuo looked at the patient lying on the hospital bed, he always felt that this person looked familiar.And just as he was thinking about it, the patient suddenly turned over. Isn't this the same person he met at the Public Security Bureau?The psycho who beat Ye Qingzi's mother and him!

When the patient's eyes looked at him, Song Zhuo shivered from fright and fell to the ground.

Song Zhuo hit the chair next to him when he fell, and the noise he made alarmed the mental patient squatting at the door of the ward.

After the man saw him, he reacted for a few seconds, and then rushed towards him quickly. "Everyone, everyone, play, we want to play together." Song Zhuo was caught by the man, looking at the man's dirty hand pinched on him, and the man's saliva that was about to drip on his face , he hastily struggled away.

But mental patients probably have great strength when they are ill. Song Zhuo had already used all his strength, but one arm was still tightly hugged by the man. "Play, play."

Song Zhuo could only drag him to continue struggling, and in the confusion, his eyes met with that lunatic again.

The lunatic yelled suddenly, and the mental patient who was holding onto Song Zhuo immediately let go of Song Zhuo, curled up obediently and nestled in the corner of the wall, and whispered, "Don't hit me, don't hit me."

Before Song Zhuo realized what happened, the lunatic sat up from the bed, and the quilt on his body fell to the ground, and Song Zhuo realized that the lunatic had chains on his hands and feet.

The lunatic stared at Song Zhuo without blinking, as if he could stare him out of a hole.

Song Zhuo was terrified of being stared at by this man, and wanted to hide himself in a corner like that mental patient.

Later, the lunatic flicked the chain violently, making loud noises. At this time, Song Zhuo's consciousness became blurred again, and he heard the sound of the alarm in the dimness.

Later, doctors and nurses came, they injected a tranquilizer to the lunatic, and at the same time they found Song Zhuo who had somehow come in.

Song Ke and Liao Qingfan went chasing the monster to no avail. They only found out that Song Zhuo was found fainted in a ward and was sent to the Central Hospital after they received a call from the staff of the mental hospital.

After finding Song Zhuo, Liao Qingfan went to find Yue Mingjiao.

Yue Mingjiao ran a Hanfu shop in Xicheng District as her shelter in Yangjian.

Liao Qingfan met Yue Mingjiao in that Hanfu shop.

Liao Qingfan: "Has anything happened recently in your western district?"

Yue Mingjiao: "You'd better take care of your East District first, you don't need to worry about my place."

Liao Qingfan: "I saw your car in the Western Suburb Mental Hospital this morning, did Wei Jiaqiang send it away?"

Yue Mingjiao: "What do you mean!?"

Liao Qingfan: "We are also colleagues. It is good for everyone to communicate with each other. This time our opponent is not easy. I admit that I cannot solve this problem by myself. You should be the same! Don't deny it, I will go After checking the roster, you have three ghosts whose number is not the same, and now you have added Wei Jiaqiang, speaking of it, you should be more anxious than me!"

Yue Mingjiao: "Then what are you planning to do now?"

Liao Qingfan: "It's very simple, I want to cooperate with you."

Yue Mingjiao: "Okay, I agree."

Liao Qingfan: "In order to show the sincerity of our cooperation, do you want to share the information of the lost ghost with me?"

Yue Mingjiao: "Same reason, how about you?"

The two ghost messengers in charge of the east and west districts of Bishui City reached a consensus to cooperate in this way. After sharing a few materials about the lost souls, Liao Qingfan confirmed that the deaths of these people were all related to water.Yue Mingjiao looked at Gong Su's information in a daze for a moment, then said seriously, "This matter is much more serious than I imagined, we must find this person."

Liao Qingfan looked at the photo of Gong Su pointed by Yue Mingjiao, and said with a smile, "He's a ghost now, if he was a human, he would have nothing to do with our ghosts."

Yue Mingjiao obviously wasn't in the mood to pick words with him, she gave Liao Qingfan a hard look, and slid her finger over the line that said Gong Su's birthday.

Gregorian calendar: October 1997, 10.

Lunar Calendar: September [-]th of Ding Chou Year.