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Mixed with a deep malicious smile, with a bit of poetic strange tone.

The message conveyed by the middle-aged woman was too obvious, and all the investigators understood that it wasn't that the paint just ran out, but that the people in the Mingshan Sanatorium deliberately didn't paint the wooden boards on the door of Room 302.

As for why the people in the Mingshan Sanatorium did this, perhaps only Qiao Yuan, who had been here once, knew.

The two members of the 666 team stood very close to Qiao Yuan. The captain Liu Mian lowered his head and approached Qiao Yuan, and asked in a low voice, "Is it the same when you came last time? Is there something wrong with room 302?"

Recalling the first night spent in Mingshan Sanatorium, Qiao Yuan shook his head with a pale face: "No, there are many differences."

Liu Mian quickly glanced at the surrounding environment, and asked in a low voice, "Is it convenient to talk about it?"

Qiao Yuan's complexion turned even paler, he pinched the hem of his clothes drooping on the outside of his thighs a few times, and opened his mouth with difficulty.

Long Zexu was also beside Qiao Yuan, noticing that Qiao Yuan's expression was a little strange, he said: "You are not in a good condition, you should take it easy and wait for the staff to leave."

Qiao Yuan pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.Apart from fear and nervousness, no other emotions were revealed.

Liu Mian glanced back and forth between Qiao Yuan and Long Zexu, then patted Qiao Yuan's shoulder: "This matter is not so urgent. I will listen to your captain and talk about it later."

"There is no future in listening to the captain."

Xu Zhe complained, but before he could close his mouth, the captain Liu Mian stepped on his foot.

Although the voices of Liu Mian, Qiao Yuan, and Long Zexu were very low, they were still heard by the investigators gathered around. Zhou Yan and Lu Chenzhao who were standing near the 302 gate were no exception.

The investigators had already resisted living in the 302 convalescent room, so they didn't even want to go in now.

The middle-aged woman took out a long rope from her pocket, on which were hung the keys of eleven convalescent rooms, each key was pasted with white tape, and in the middle of the tape was the house number written in red pen.

She lowered her head and picked out the key to the 302 convalescent room. After opening the door, she looked back at the people standing in the corridor: "Shall I take you in for a visit?"

"Can you refuse?"

"No need."

……

"Ah."

Amidst the voices of refusal, Zhou Yan's answer seemed particularly abrupt.

The middle-aged woman held the doorknob in her hand, looked back at Zhou Yan, and grinned at the investigators gathered not far away: "Those who want to visit come in with me, and others... stay outside. "

The middle-aged woman was so easy to talk to, which made the investigators who didn't want to go in to visit at first hesitate.

Shi Mengyu plucked up the courage to ask, "Will there be any danger if I don't go in?"

Middle-aged woman: "Of course not."

Shi Mengyu asked again: "What will happen if you go in?"

Middle-aged woman: "All the recuperation rooms in our sanatorium are built and decorated in a unified manner. The materials used are very safe. There are only benefits and no harm to the recuperators."

Shi Mengyu raised his head and glanced at the door panel of the 302 convalescent room, shrunk his shoulders and moved back a few steps, obviously not planning to go in for a visit.

Liu Mian, the captain of Team 666, looked at Xu Zhe: "Shall we go in?"

Xu Zhe took it very seriously: "You are the captain and you make the decision."

Liu Mian: "..." You are trying to force your choice to death.

Lu Chenzhao stood leaning against the wall next to door 302, and turned his head to look at the investigators who were huddled together for discussion: "It's so courageous, it takes so long to discuss even a small matter."

Zhou Yan looked up at Lu Chenzhao: "Lu Chenzhao, are you free?"

"Yes." Lu Chenzhao smiled and stretched out his hand to Zhou Yan, "Give me your hand quickly, and let me be busy for a while."

Zhou Yan frowned slightly, stretched out his left hand that was originally in his pocket, and tapped Lu Chenzhao's palm with restraint and distance.

As soon as he let go, a loose purple ribbon fell into Lu Chenzhao's palm.

Zhou Yan: "Let's play with it."

"Okay." Lu Chenzhao smiled, "It's really a good idea."

The next second, Lu Chenzhao grabbed Zhou Yan's hand, pinched the purple ribbon and wrapped it around Zhou Yan's fingers.

Zhou Yan only hid for a while at first, and then just looked down, and Lu Shenzhao wrapped the whole ribbon around his hand.

Lu Chenzhao twirled Zhou Yan's fingers through the ribbon, and asked with a smile: "It's a little tight, do you want me to untie it for you?"

"Need not."

Zhou Yan withdrew his hand, and stuffed the hot woody scented hand back into his pocket.

In the end, only Ning Lun, Wen Bing and Qiao Yuan went in to visit the 302 convalescent room with Zhou Yan and Lu Chenzhao.

The 302 convalescent room is a one-room room of about 55 square meters. There is no need for a middle-aged woman to introduce it. The investigator who came in stood on the carpet at the door and took a few glances to see the layout and furnishings of the room clearly.

On the left hand side is a compact rectangular bathroom with wet and dry separation. In front of the right is a double bed with a width of 1.5 meters and a length of [-] meters. The end of the bed faces the glass window on the wall.On the left side of the bed is a large wardrobe reaching to the ceiling, on the right side is a square bedside table, and to the right is a small kitchen.

Overall, the decoration and layout of the recuperation room are pretty good. The only drawback is the glass window opposite the bed, which provides great convenience for others to stand outside the window and peek into the recuperation room.

"Boom boom boom——"

Lu Chenzhao raised his hand and knocked on the window, startling the investigators inside and outside: "Please find a piece of cloth to block the glass, I don't want the dirty things outside to see my captain sleeping."

The middle-aged woman refused: "No, the number and location of all the furnishings in the convalescent room are fixed. You cannot bring in things from the outside, and you cannot move things in the room."

Ning Luan realized it later and started to panic: "Dirty things? What kind of dirty things!? I never heard that when we were sleeping at night, there would be dirty things standing outside watching."

Lu Chenzhao: "Don't think so much, you have no value."

Ning Luan: "..." The words were not pleasant, but they were comforted.

While the others were being attracted by the window, only Zhou Yan stood in the open space next to the bed, staring at the white wall in front of him.

Zhou Yan turned his head and asked the middle-aged woman, "When was the wall painted?"

Middle-aged woman: "Half a year ago, Mingshan Sanatorium renovated all the decorations of the eleven sanatoriums on the third floor, and the walls were painted at that time."

Zhou Yan raised his left hand and tapped the white wall. He hadn't removed the purple ribbon wrapped around his finger. When he moved his finger, the purple ribbon hanging under his finger swayed: "It's been half a year, and the paint hasn't dried yet. "

The middle-aged woman's complexion changed slightly: "You read it wrong."

Zhou Yan looked in the direction where Wen Bing and Qiao Yuan were, with a cold expression: "Remind them after you go out that there may be problems with the walls of the recuperation room."

Only the wooden board on the door of the 302 treatment room is not painted, which is the most special among the eleven treatment rooms.

Wen Bing knew in his heart that maybe only the walls of the 302 convalescent room had problems, but he still wrote down what Zhou Yan said.In a place like this one can never go wrong with being careful.

Neither the bathroom nor the kitchen attracted Zhou Yan's attention. Except for the walls, all he cared about was the wardrobe next to the bed.

Noticing that the eyes of the middle-aged woman had been gazing toward the closet intentionally or unintentionally, Zhou Yan took two steps forward, just blocking her view of the closet.

Zhou Yan: "You have opened the cabinets in the kitchen and the bathroom. Why don't you open the closets and introduce them to us?"

"I can't." Fear flashed across the middle-aged woman's face and she was very excited, and she could faintly see a bit of madness. "Only the convalescents who live in convalescent room 302 can touch this wardrobe and wear the clothes inside. Once other If someone touches this wardrobe, something very serious, very scary, will happen."

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged woman took a few steps back, opening the distance between her and the closet: "The visit is over here, you come out with me."

Qiao Yuan was the last one to leave the 302 convalescent room. As soon as he went out, he was surrounded by investigators from the dare not die team.

Long Zexu: "How is the situation?"

"It has changed a lot." Qiao Yuan looked very disturbed, "Many places have become different from before."

Long Zexu was worried, his brows were furrowed, and a middle-aged woman's voice came from his ear.

"Mingshan Nursing Home respects the individual wishes of each nursing home. It is up to you to decide which ward to live in." The middle-aged woman took out a thumb-thick marker pen from the pocket of the nurse's uniform, "Choose which nursing room to live in. Then tell me your name, and I'll write your name on the painted board."

The middle-aged woman specifically emphasized that it was a painted board. It can be seen that the board that needs her name written does not include the one inlaid on the door of the 302 convalescent room.This made the 302 convalescent room even more special, which once again aggravated the investigators' rejection and fear of him.

After Wen Bing told everyone about the condition of the walls in the 302 convalescent room, the investigators felt that living in 302 was no different from giving away a head, and they became more determined not to live in the 302 convalescent room.

It's a pity that only one person can live in each convalescent room. There are eleven investigators in their task force, and one of them has to live in convalescent room 302 to die.

In the gradually depressing silence, several investigators secretly cast their eyes on Lu Chenzhao near 302, thinking of an indescribable boss in their hearts.

Lu Chenzhao is not a human being, but a pollutant.

Theoretically, Lu Chenzhao's survival after living in the 302 convalescent room may be the greatest and the safest.

Thinking that something might happen to the indescribable boss, someone dismissed the idea, lowered his head in shame, and didn't look any further.But there were still a few people who sneaked glances at Lu Chenzhao from time to time, which Zhou Yan noticed.

Zhou Yan walked a few steps to the right with a cold face, blocking in front of Lu Chenzhao.

Lu Chenzhao lowered his head and leaned closer to Zhou Yan's ear: "Reluctant to let them see me?"

"A little bit." Zhou Yan looked down at Lu Chenzhao's legs, then at the door of the 302 convalescent room which was close at hand, and said in a slightly irritable tone, "Lu Chenzhao..."

Zhou Yan yelled and stopped.

Lu Chenzhao: "What's wrong?"

Sensing the sight behind him, Zhou Yan's voice became a little cold: "Don't take the initiative to live in the 302 convalescent room, don't even think about it."

"Am I that kind of person?"

Lu Chenzhao laughed when he heard the words, his eyebrows and eyes became lively.

"Zhou Yan, do you... think too much of me?"

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