According to Dean Qin, this morning, the hospital mobilized all its staff to search for the missing body, but nothing was found. Unexpectedly, another dead body was found in a locked office. The deceased, a doctor named Zhao, had no injuries on his body, though the hospital announced that he died of overwork. However, the extreme panic and pain on his face still caused rumors within the hospital. Even the rumor of "ghosts" circulated.
"We are a hospital, and we are all atheists. How ridiculous is it to have such rumors!" said Dean Qin, slamming his fist on the table.
"We can only report this to the police and believe that the investigation will soon have a result. Reporter Chen, I'm counting on you for the external explanation."
After that, Dean Qin cordially and earnestly spoke some polite words.
Chen got a good understanding of the situation and realized it was getting late. He thanked Dean Qin for his support and took his leave.
By the time Chen returned to his office, it was already afternoon.
Perhaps due to the weekend, there were not many people walking around in the building. The sign of Jiangcheng Times emits a dim light under the setting sun. Chen walked into an empty office, poured a glass of water for himself and turned on the computer.
For some unknown reason, he was having a hard time working today. Countless fragments were floating in his mind, making it hard for him to focus. He had only been writing for less than ten minutes when a strange feeling of drowsiness began to creep into his mind.
Wait...
Chen's face soon changed as he suddenly realized something. Although he was still sitting in front of the computer, the surrounding scene was unfamiliar.
The white lab coat hanging on the wall, the pile of materials on the table, and the familiar smell of disinfectant that drilled into his nostrils.
Forcing down the surprise in his heart, Chen slowly stood up from his chair and looked around. He found that this was an office of about ten square meters. There was a computer, some documents and a photo frame on the desk in front of him, a filing cabinet beside him, and a white lab coat hanging on the coat rack on the other side.
This scene was not like a normal office building, but more like a hospital.
No way!
Did he get pulled into a strange place again?
Taking a deep breath, Chen forced himself to calm down. Although all this happened suddenly and strangely, his first reaction was to tell himself that no matter what, he must not be in a panic at this time.
Lowering his head, Chen saw that he was wearing a white coat and had a work card hanging on his chest. Looking at the photo on the card, he saw a middle-aged man with a scholarly look, followed by three characters "Zhao Heping" and the title of attending physician.
Zhao Heping? Why does this name sound so familiar? After saying the name again, Chen suddenly remembered.
Zhao Heping, Doctor Zhao.
This time, entering the world was related to his experience during the day, and the identity he was given was that of a deceased person in reality.
No, it should be said...
This time, entering the spiritual world, time flowed back dozens of hours, that is, the early morning of yesterday.
The day before Doctor Zhao's death.
At the same time, in front of Chen's eyes, some black "symbols" appeared slowly on a white paper. At first, Chen thought it was his own eyes flashing, but soon these black lines twisted and combined in Chen's eyes, forming lines of handwriting.
"Welcome to the world of horror stories. A new chapter has begun."
"This time, you will play the role of a doctor. And the hospital you work in has had a strange disappearance of corpses."
"This story provides two options for participants. First, the story will end actively at 1 a.m. the next day, and the participants will be automatically transferred out of the spiritual world; second, uncover the truth of the incident and solve it, which can end the story ahead of time."
"The story has begun. Good luck."
A few seconds later, the handwriting began to twist into black "tadpoles", and finally disappeared without a trace.
Sure enough, it's another spiritual event...
Standing in the room, Chen looked at everything around him with some helplessness. Without adding the WeChat account application, he still couldn't get away from such a strange event.
In this moment, his mind did not lack other thoughts, such as leaving this weird hospital immediately.
However, such thoughts were just fleeting.
Looking around, the sun outside the window was bright, but this bright sunshine did not make Chen feel any warmth.
At this moment, there was a noisy sound outside the window.
Walking to the window and gently opening a thin crack in the shutters, Chen immediately found that at the entrance of the hospital not far away, a group of people were gathered, crowded and noisy. In the crowd, an old couple supporting each other was particularly noticeable. On their faces were heartbreaking pain.
The people around them were holding white banners with the big words "Seeing is believing" that were shocking.
Two words suddenly jumped into Chen's mind.
Medical trouble.
It is not difficult to guess that this old couple should be the parents of the deceased. It is already a tragedy of human nature for white-haired people to send black-haired people, and it is indeed impossible to explain the situation of people not being seen alive and dead not being seen.
However, at this moment, Chen's mood did not have much sympathy, not because of indifference, but because he had not forgotten that he was in a dangerous spiritual world.
Looking up and looking around, the scene seemed normal, but in fact, he believed that he was already under the cover of spiritual forces.
In the last story, since the spiritual forces could arbitrarily change the surrounding scene, then this time, there are also countless ways to seal the hospital.
Even if he could leave, the consequences of deliberately violating the plot, I'm afraid he could not bear it.
At this moment, a knock on the door of the office suddenly sounded outside.