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"Oh."

Without thinking too much, Qin Yan leaned against the bed board and responded.

"Take a good rest." Long Zexu spoke to Qin Yan through the door, and when he turned to go back to the room, he happened to see Zhou Yan and others coming from the direction of 312.

He didn't dare to look at Zhou Yan and the others, turned his back and pressed his protruding belly against the wall with difficulty, staring at the wall, not daring to move an inch.

Long Zexu had been avoiding them for the past two days. Although the investigators were used to seeing them, they were still pushed back by his cowardly behavior at the moment.

"Being so cowardly, is it completely shameless?" Xu Zhe frowned in disgust, and complained, "Everything that happened here will be written in an anonymous book. If it is seen by other people in the recycling yard, it will be enough for everyone." It's been a year, dude."

Liu Mian tugged at his arm: "...Don't scold yourself, when we first met Captain Zhou and the indescribable boss, he was not much better than he is now."

Wen Bing lives in convalescent room 308, which is very close to 309 where Qin Yan is. She is also standing in the corridor now. After turning her head to look at Long Zexu, she then looked at the back of Zhou Yan who was going away, and muttered in a low voice: "I Why do you think Long Zexu did it on purpose?"

"Captain, don't worry about Long Zexu. If you have time to think about him, why not think about where the key to room 211 on the second floor is." Qi Feng stood in front of Wen Bing, blocking her sight of Long Zexu, "I won't find it in the daytime tomorrow." The key, the him now, is you and me who will meet the indescribable boss tomorrow."

"I know, I will think about it carefully." Wen Bing told Qi Feng, "Don't be too lazy to use your brain, and think about it before going to bed. If you think too much, you will get sleepy. Go to bed on time."

Qi Feng nodded: "Well, I listen to you."

All convalescents must return to their respective convalescent rooms before ten o'clock in the evening. At nine thirty-five o'clock in the evening, Zhou Yan put the black box into Lu Chenzhao's hands, walked out the door of convalescence room 35 with him, and came to Qiao Yuan again. Where the 304.

The light in the 303 convalescent room was turned on, and looking inside through the window, the bed was still empty and there was no one there.

Zhou Yan raised his hand and knocked on the door. After three knocks, Lu Chenzhao, who was closer to the window, saw Qiao Yuan appear in the room, moved his body stiffly, and moved towards the door.

Lu Chenzhao reminded Zhou Yan: "Qiao Yuan is here."

In case of any unexpected situation, Zhou Yan lowered his eyes and took a half step back to make it easier for him to move.

"Squeak-"

Qiao Yuan slowly opened the door, revealing half of his face and a small body, and he couldn't speak clearly: "What's the matter?"

Smelling the strong smell of blood, Zhou Yan frowned and asked, "What did you keep in your room?"

"Shi Mengyu's relic..." Qiao Yuan opened his mouth and smiled, curling his long tongue in his mouth, "Did you come here to knock on the door because you smelled blood through the door?"

Zhou Yan remembered that Qiao Yuan just took the relic from him, and Long Zexu was the owner of Shi Mengyu's relic.

Zhou Yan is not surprised that the relic is still in Qiao Yuan's hands.

"No." Zhou Yan looked expressionlessly at Qiao Yuan's blood-red tongue, "Where did you read the words you said in the mud therapy room this afternoon?"

Qiao Yuan tilted his head and thought for a while: "I've read too many horror stories, and I don't remember where I saw them."

Zhou Yan raised his hand, revealing the book he was holding in his hand, borrowed from the reading room.

He didn't ask anything, just quietly observed Qiao Yuan's reaction.

Qiao Yuan stared at the book in Zhou Yan's book: "The cover and title look familiar."

Lu Chenzhao smiled, stretched his arms in front of the book, half of the wrist bone was exposed from the sleeve, the joints were distinct, and it was white with a warm tone: "I suggest you think again."

"Really... it's just a little familiar." Qiao Yuan was so frightened that he hid behind the door panel, only the part above the nose was exposed, and his eyes were round.

With his appearance, no matter who came, he would find Qiao Yuan who was hiding behind the door more frightening.

As for Zhou Yan and Lu Chenzhao who were standing outside the door, they were good-looking and could be described as pleasing to the eye. Their appearance, body shape and temperament were not in the same word as scary.

Zhou Yan patted the book into Lu Chenzhao's palm, and when he held the book firmly, he withdrew his hand, squeezed the watch on his left wrist, rolled his eyes a few times, and raised his finger to press the dial.

It became very quiet around.

If Zhou Yan's watch is not broken and can still go, at this moment, probably only the sound of ticking hands in Zhou Yan's watch can be heard.

The first person to speak was Qiao Yuan who was behind the door. He didn't dare to look at Lu Chenzhao, and even avoided looking at Zhou Yan: "Is there anything else? No... If it's okay, I'll close the door."

Zhou Yan raised his eyes expressionlessly.

The moment he met his gaze, Qiao Yuan inexplicably had the illusion that Zhou Yan felt that he was very pitiful.

"does it worth?"

Qiao Yuan heard Zhou Yan ask him this.

Zhou Yan's voice was cold and penetrating, skipped over his ears, and penetrated directly into his heart, making him tremble violently from the cold, and panicked involuntarily.

"I can't understand what you're talking about." Qiao Yuan spoke quickly, with his long tongue squeezed in his mouth, and his words were even less clear than before.

Zhou Yan didn't ask any more questions, and stood up straight with his hands down, turning his head to look at Lu Chenzhao beside him.

Zhou Yan didn't need to say anything, Lu Chenzhao understood what he meant.

Lu Chenzhao smiled: "Look at what I do, I will listen to you."

The corners of his mouth were raised, and the smile spread to the corners of his brows and eyes, but it gave Zhou Yan a very sad feeling.

Zhou Yan: "Don't listen to me, your thoughts and decisions are more important."

Lu Chenzhao withdrew his smile, his serious expression was fleeting, and changed to his previous lazy look.

He glanced at Qiao Yuan, and then raised his hand to pat Xia Zhou Yan's arm. When his fingers slipped down, he grabbed Zhou Yan's wrist and led him towards the 304 nursing room.

"Let's go."

Qiao Yuan hid behind the door panel, watching Zhou Yan and Lu Chenzhao return to their respective recuperation rooms with their backs to him.

It's not that he wants to watch them leave, it's that he can't move at all.

When Lu Chenzhao was looking at him just now, Qiao Yuan had an inexplicable feeling of being seen through. He was in a cold sweat, and his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't move.

"Terrible."

The tongue in Qiao Yuan's mouth slipped out against his lower lip, and his long red tongue hung down against his skin.

"terrible."

Qiao Yuan turned his head and looked at the boxes piled up in the corner nearby, oozing blood, and containing Shi Mengyu's belongings.

"Do you think so, Shi Mengyu?"

Qiao Yuan squatted in front of the box, looked down at the things inside, and didn't move for a long time.

Worried about not being able to sleep at night, Qin Yan only lay on the edge of the bed for a while and then got up from the ground, dragging his increasingly thick legs back and forth in the room, exhausting his energy.

It was approaching ten o'clock in the evening, and Qin Yan was so sleepy that his eyelids were fighting, but he still didn't dare to sleep. If he woke up again around eleven o'clock, he would be finished.

In the end, he stood in front of the closet with a tired face, holding the doorknob with his hands. Every time he fell asleep, his head would droop heavily and hit the closet with a "boom", exchanging the pain for temporary relief. wide awake.

Before I knew it, it was almost eleven o'clock in the evening.

Qin Yan took out the green and white striped hospital gown from the closet and changed it on his body. When he went to bed, he felt that something rough scratched against the skin around his waist.

Not painful, just a little itchy.

Qin Yan sat on the bed, grabbed the left hem of the hospital gown and turned it up.

Strange things happened.

On the hem of the clothes that were originally clean and empty, there was a piece of cloth stained with blood.

The color of the cloth was a bit black, but it was stained with fresh blood. Qin Yan accidentally touched it, and his fingertips were stained red.

Qin Yan subconsciously looked at his waist, and found that there was a slender, tiny wound on his waist, with thin drops of blood oozing out.

Is the blood on the cloth his?

Why are there strips?

He remembered that he obviously cut off the cloth strips.

……

The various thoughts in his head interfered with Qin Yan's judgment and behavior. When he came back to his senses, his hands had firmly grasped the hem of the clothes sewn with cloth strips, and the thumbs of both hands were pressed against the cloth. The two ends of the cloth strip clearly presented the name written on the cloth strip before his eyes.

easy tree.

It is Yi Shu's name.

Qin Yan let go of his hand and made a gesture of throwing something.

Qin Yan forgot that the cloth strip in his hand was sewn onto his hospital gown which he was wearing.

By doing this, it was tantamount to sending the clothes and strips to himself.

Qin Yan didn't care to think too much, and instinctively started to unbutton the button, trying to take off the patient's obedience.

"clatter--"

A subtle sound came from the ceiling, and the lights in the treatment room were turned off, leaving only the bedside table lamp emitting a faint light, illuminating a nearby corner.

ten……

It's eleven o'clock.

He should have gone to bed earlier, he shouldn't have started changing clothes until almost eleven o'clock, he should have gone to bed earlier...

Qin Yan didn't have time to think about why the cut cloth strips reappeared, why Yi Shu's name was written on his cloth strips, why...

Only one thought remained in his mind.

He wants to sleep, as long as he falls asleep immediately, there is still time.

Qin Yan lay numb on the bed, ignoring the pain in his body, pulled the quilt down to his neck, and closed his eyes.

A piercing pain came from the waist.

This pain is nothing compared to death.Thinking of this, Qin Yan tightly closed his eyes and remained motionless.

It wasn't until the pain spread to the whole waist, until the blood and skin there swelled that it was about to explode, that Qin Yan sat up uncontrollably, lifted the quilt and looked inside.

The tiny wound on the waist turned into a thick, bumpy one, as if someone had repeatedly cut it open with a knife.

There was no such sharp weapon in his bed.

Seeing the small half of the mixed red and black thing exposed outside the wound, Qin Yan realized that his wound was not caused by a sharp weapon, but by a cloth strip sewn on his clothes.

He opened the clothes and looked, as expected, the cloth strips that had been sewn on the inside of the hem of the patient gown were gone, leaving only a long and thin trace that smelled of blood.

He had to get that strip of cloth out.

It seemed that he had noticed Qin Yan's thoughts, or maybe he had lost interest in cutting the wound. The blood-soaked cloth strips burrowed into Qin Yan's body along the wound, causing him to curl up on the bed in pain, unable to move. .

The severe pain made Qin Yan realize that it didn't matter whether he could fall asleep quickly or not. He could only live if he got the cloth strips out of his body.

It is impossible to hold the strips with bare hands. He needs props, the pair of scissors in Dragon Team's hand.

Thinking of his agreement with Long Zexu tonight, Qin Yan cried out in pain.

"Dragon team!"

"Captain Dragon!"

"Long Zexu!"

……

The shouts did not wait for the expected response.

Was his voice too low, didn't Captain Long hear it?

Thinking so, Qin Yan turned over and rolled out of bed.

Captain Long didn't come to him, he could go to Captain Long.

Unable to stand up and move, Qin Yan could only crawl towards the door little by little.

Walking out of that door was so important to him that Qin Yan's eyes and attention were all focused on the door, ignoring the drastic changes in his body at the moment.

The muscles are getting thicker and thicker, the muscles are so thick that they are about to break through the skin, the blood vessels are so transparent that they will break if the skin is poked...

Qin Yan didn't notice all of this.

"Da da--"

"Da da da--"

Qin Yan held the doorknob with difficulty and twisted it several times, but the door didn't open.

Is the door to the treatment room broken?

Or after eleven o'clock in the evening, the door won't open?

……

Enduring the pain that almost made him faint, Qin Yan twisted the doorknob with all his strength, until the doorknob was unscrewed, and the door did not open.

Qin Yan looked at the doorknob in his hand, and inexplicably remembered the movement he heard after Long Zexu went out.

Long Zexu inserted the key through the door.

He was not trying the key, but locked the door.

Why does this happen?

Why did Long Zexu do this?

Qin Yan gripped the doorknob so tightly that he almost embedded the doorknob in the flesh of his palm.

what……

Qin Yan wanted to cry out in grief and indignation, but found that no sound could come out, and his throat was so swollen that it was almost squeezed together.

Qin Yan reached out to touch his throat, and found that his neck had become abnormally thick, almost twice its usual size.

He is dying.

In the scorching pain, Qin Yan completely lost the ability to think.He instinctively wanted to do something for himself, to make Long Zexu, who lied to him at the moment of life and death, and locked the door of 309 convalescent room, pay the price.

"Boom-"

"Boom——"

He broke open the door of the 309 convalescent room with his body several times stronger than before, and climbed to the 305 convalescent room with difficulty.

Every time he moved, pieces of flesh and blood flowed out of his body like pustules, stained the hospital gown, and wiped the ground.

It took too much energy to hit the door. After climbing a few times, Qin Yan lost his strength and could only wriggle forward like a bug.

In the dark corridor, looking down from a high place, Qin Yan walked forward like a long insect covered in blood.

In the 303 convalescent room, Qiao Yuan folded his hands, lay flat on the bed, and said such a passage as if he was dreaming.

"The moon does not want to light the lamb's way home anymore, and the long-hidden claws stretch out from the darkness, strangling the lamb by the throat."

"Dirty blood, lowly white bones, a piece of meat humbled on the ground, panting, praying, delusional to get the favor of the gods."

When the last word came out of his mouth, Qin Yan turned into a pile of exploding flesh and blood at the door of Long Zexu's room and at the door of 305 convalescent room.

His head rolled on the ground, and his eyes fell on the direction of 304.

That is--

Zhou Yan's room.

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