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"Ding--"

The elevator stopped on the fourth floor.

After the door was opened, what appeared in the eyes of everyone was an extremely dim corridor with no light source.

The few investigators closest to the elevator door remained motionless, watching the situation in the corridor vigilantly.

Liu Mian stretched her neck and poked her head out, and found that the rest of the corridor was darker than near the elevator.

Xu Zhe, who was standing beside him, complained in a low voice: "It's actually 25:[-] in the evening."

Liu Mian gave him a thumbs up: "It's been so long since I've known you, this is the first time I feel from the bottom of my heart that you are right to complain."

"The physiotherapy room is only open at a fixed time every day, and the opening time is limited. It may not be enough for all of you." Seeing that the elevator door was about to close, head nurse Li raised her hand and pressed the door-opening button, and continued to talk to everyone. Said, "If you want to recover within a course of treatment, please go to the physiotherapy room as soon as possible."

The investigator who was stuck at the door had already made up his mind to go out. When he noticed that head nurse Li was still standing beside the elevator button, he hesitated again.

Wen Bing turned to look at the head nurse: "Nurse Li, won't you take us there?"

Head nurse Li nodded: "Mingshan Sanatorium has regulations. During the opening period of the physiotherapy room, except for the staff in charge of physiotherapy and convalescents, other people are not allowed to move around on the fourth floor of the sanatorium."

Wen Bing then asked: "There are many rooms on each floor of the nursing home, how do we know which room we are going to use for physical therapy?"

Head Nurse Li raised the corner of her mouth and showed an unfriendly smile: "Don't worry, someone will come to pick you up."

The investigators near the door all had complicated expressions: "..."

It's so dark outside, I'm afraid that person didn't come to pick them up, but to scare them.

Head nurse Li: "It's getting late, you guys go out quickly."

Under the urging of head nurse Li, the investigators who blocked Zhou Yan reluctantly left.

As soon as Zhou Yan and Ning Luan stepped out of the elevator, the elevator door closed behind them.

"Bam—"

The elevator doors closed unusually fast.

The investigator who was originally standing in the corridor saw everything in his eyes. Everyone felt that there must be some invisible external force that caused the elevator door to make such a loud noise when it closed.

Soon, these investigators put the abnormality of the elevator behind them.

Because the situation in the corridor on the fourth floor is really weird.

They knew that the corridor on the fourth floor of the nursing home was very dark, but they didn't realize how dark the corridor on the fourth floor was until the elevator doors closed and the elevator left the fourth floor.

Can't see five fingers.

If they hadn't heard the breathing of the people around them, they wouldn't even be able to tell if there was anyone around them.

Afraid of accidentally bumping into something that shouldn't be touched, Ning Luan cautiously stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets, turned his head to look in the direction of Zhou Yan before the door closed: "Captain Zhou, where should we go?"

Suddenly, the elevator door on the fourth floor was quiet, and all the investigators held their breath, waiting for Zhou Yan to tell them the answer.

Zhou Yan said succinctly: "Wait here, someone will come to pick you up."

Ning Luan nodded, pricking up his ears to listen to the surrounding movement.

About a minute later, Ning Luan suddenly called out in a low voice, "Captain Zhou, it seems that someone is coming."

Zhou Yan closed his eyes and listened: "Well, maybe the person who picked us up came over."

Liu Mian showed doubts: "Really? I didn't hear anything."

Captain Xu Zhe is used to complaining: "You are deaf."

His hearing is indeed not very good, but it is definitely not to the point of deafness. Liu Mian replied unconvinced: "You have good hearing, so you must have heard it, right?"

"No." Xu Zhe paused and continued, "The person who came is too far away from me."

Liu Mian: "..."

Ning Luan followed up and said, "It's really far away."

The source of the footsteps was really far away from them. If he hadn't heard it clearly, or Mr. Zhou had heard it too, Ning Luan would have thought it was an auditory hallucination.

The more Ning Luan thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. Under normal circumstances, he should not be able to hear such a distant and weak voice.

Could it be that the dark environment sharpened his hearing?

Or was the corridor on the fourth floor narrow and empty and echoing, so he heard it?

Ning Luan couldn't figure it out, so he decided to talk to Zhou Yan after the physiotherapy was over.

Gradually, the investigators staying near the elevator heard footsteps coming from the left side of the main corridor.

The footsteps were very light, thin and soft, as if they were stepping on sand.

Soon, the footsteps were a little louder than when they first heard it, probably because the people who came were getting closer to them.

But because the corridor was too dark, no matter how close the other party was to them, the investigators couldn't see who it was, or what it was.

In the darkness, Qin Yan from the dare not die team asked everyone, "Has anyone brought a lighter?"

The person who answered him only said that he didn't bring it, and only Qi Feng gave the reason: "No, our captain doesn't allow smoking."

And the one who answered after Qi Feng was Wen Bing, the captain he said was not allowed to smoke: "I brought it."

Qi Feng: "...Captain!?"

"I'm different from you. I carry a lighter for lighting." Wen Bing took the lighter out of his pocket and grabbed it in his hand, "But... are you sure you want me to light it? In case you see something scary, Might as well..."

"Snapped--"

A beam of light suddenly shone from mid-air in the corridor to the left of the elevator, and cast a mottled hazy halo on the open space among the investigators.

Everyone was taken aback, and looked at the light source after a while.

It was a flashlight.

The one holding the flashlight was a thin man wearing a mask, goggles, and medical protective clothing, covering head to toe.

"Follow me, I'm here to pick you up to the physical therapy room."

I don’t know whether it’s because of the mask or the person’s original voice. His voice sounds very hoarse. When he utters every word, there is a crackling sound similar to sand rubbing, which is a bit vague. .

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, turning off the flashlight after a few steps.

The investigators couldn't see his figure, and were afraid of losing track, they could only follow the sound in the dark. For a while, they didn't care whether they were near or far from Zhou Yan.

Not very fond of going to crowded places, Zhou Yan walked unhurriedly, always keeping a distance from the person walking in front.

Ning Luan walked beside Zhou Yan, and as he walked, his pace slowed down.

What to do, his hearing seems to be too good.

Not only could he hear all the sounds in the corridor, but he could also tell which footstep was from a person in a protective suit among a bunch of footsteps.

Ning Luan became more and more uneasy as he thought about it, and he didn't want to ask questions until after the physical therapy was over, so he strode forward and caught up with Zhou Yue: "Captain Zhou, something is wrong. I used to have average hearing, but since I came to the fourth floor of the nursing home, my I can hear all sounds clearly, and I can also hear the difference between many footsteps."

Ning Luan continued to ask: "When I heard that person's footsteps, you heard them too. How do you feel now? Are you the same as me, hearing more clearly?"

Zhou Yan's face was expressionless, and his tone was very calm, as if he was talking about something irrelevant: "I used to be able to hear voices that others couldn't hear or couldn't hear clearly, but after coming here, it's even more obvious. "

Knowing that Zhou Yan also had this kind of situation, Ning Luan's mentality was a little more stable than before: "We didn't do anything against the rules of the nursing home, why did it happen?"

Zhou Yan thought for a while and said, "Maybe there is something wrong with the fourth floor of the nursing home."

Ning Luan was stunned: "But... only me and you have this kind of situation."

Zhou Yan calmly said: "Maybe this special effect is only effective for me and you."

Ning Luan's intuition told Ning Luan that something that could have an effect on Zhou Yan was absolutely terrifying: "...Zhou Zhou, I'm a little scared when you say that."

Zhou Yan raised his eyes and looked at the very faint light in the distance, coming from the crack of the door: "We're almost there."

The subtext is to endure, fear is useless.

As Zhou Yan said, the person in medical protective clothing stopped in front of the light-transmitting door, and entered the room code to open the door.

The investigators hadn't seen the light for several minutes. Even though the light in the room was very weak, the investigators who were closest to the door closed their eyes.

The person in medical protective clothing took two steps back to the door, stretched out his hand and made an inviting gesture: "Please come in."

The few investigators closest to the door were covering their eyes, and those who walked behind them went in first.

When Zhou Yan and Ning Luan walked in, there was only a man in a medical protective suit left outside the door.

With the light from the room, Zhou Yan saw a dilapidated copper door plate inlaid on the wall beside the door frame of the room, with five characters printed on the door plate——Sound Physiotherapy Room.

Ning Luan stood next to Zhou Yan and muttered: "It seems that what we are going to do later is sound therapy."

"Come in," said the man in medical protective clothing again.

Ning Luan was worried that the other party's urging would have negative effects on him, so he quickly entered the door.

Zhou Yan entered the door unhurriedly.

The first thing Zhou Yan saw when he entered the door were three whitewashed walls and six headphones hanging on the walls.

At first glance, there is nothing strange. If you look carefully, you will find that all the earphone connectors are plugged into the wall.

Some investigators felt that the earphones plugged into the wall looked creepy, but to Zhou Yan, it wasn't even strange.

He looked away after just one glance, and began to observe the layout and other arrangements of the sound therapy room.

Looking around the recuperation room, Zhou Yan found that the actual area of ​​the physiotherapy room was about the same size as the recuperation room on the third floor.Since there is no bathroom, kitchen, furniture and daily necessities, the visual effect is much larger than the sanatorium on the third floor.

"Squeak-"

A man in a protective suit came pushing a small cart, pushing the cart south.There is a cushion that looks very thick for 11 yuan on the wind.

"According to your physical conditions, the expert team at the nursing home has arranged different courses of treatment for you every day. The one scheduled this morning is sound therapy. I am the doctor in charge of sound therapy. My surname is Yang. You can call me Doctor Yang."

Probably because he knew that his enunciation was not clear enough, Dr. Yang spoke slowly: "I'm sorry, because the equipment in the sound therapy room is limited, only six people can be allowed to receive physical therapy each time. The expert team divided you into one group and two groups. For a while, a group of recuperators will wear headphones for physical therapy, and the second group will use the equipment after the physical therapy of the first group is over."

Then, Dr. Yang told everyone the grouping situation.

The first group: Liu Mian, Xu Zhe, Qi Feng, Wen Bing, Qin Yan, Long Zexu.

The second group: Qiao Yuan, Shi Mengyu, Ning Luan, Lu Chenzhao, Zhou Yan.

Ning Luan raised his hand and asked, "Excuse me, how long does it take for a physical therapy session? During the first group of treatments, shall we just stay and watch?"

"Half an hour." Doctor Yang smiled, and his voice became hoarse and more unpleasant, "Listening to their reactions during physical therapy is also part of sound therapy. Sit aside and wait for you."

After speaking, Dr. Yang pushed the cart in his hand, and distributed a mat to each investigator.

When it was Wen Bing's turn, she refused to reach out to pick it up, with a strange expression on her face.

Qi Feng, who had just received the cushion, went over to her and asked, "Captain, this is your cushion, why are you standing still?"

Wen Bing frowned and said, "I just smelled a strange smell on the cushion. It's smelly and a little fishy."

The author has something to say:

The "beep——" I mentioned in the last chapter is actually a bento. I was afraid that it would spoil the spoiler if I said it, so I didn't mention it. I didn't expect many people to misunderstand the meaning. .

Today's bento is already hot, and it will be delivered tomorrow.

Who do you think is the first?

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