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What Yi Shu told everyone was that after being robbed of the bracelet by Long Zexu, Qin Yan, and Shi Mengyu, he did not die, but was left in the Mingshan Sanatorium forever, spending a long time in a daze until Just recently fully awake.

"How many days do you have to live here to complete the task? Do you count from the day the bracelet was robbed..." Thinking of another possibility, Wen Bing was a little nervous, his right hand clenched into a fist, "or live for seven days from the beginning ?”

Wen Bing's last question made most of the investigators present turn pale. They arrived at Mingshan Nursing Home on January 1th and had already stayed for two nights. If Yi Shu stayed here for another seven days, they would be doomed to fail. Investigate the truth within seven days and take Yi Shu to find his girlfriend.

Not being able to complete the task 100% is a trivial matter, and they fear for their own lives.

Just sleeping in the nursing room and doing nothing, the nursing home will also bring some significant changes to the body of the recuperators. If they have to stay here for seven days, they may not live for seven days.

Yi Shu: "My task is counted from January 1th."

Wen Bing confirmed it again: "Are you sure?"

Yi Shu nodded.

Not the best result, nor the worst, just enough to be accepted by everyone.

Wen Bing put his palms together and made a prayer gesture: "I hope we can all live to that day safely."

After coming to the courtyard of the nursing home, Zhou Yan just put his hands in his pockets and looked at everyone quietly, as if he was just a bystander, and what the other investigators said or did had nothing to do with him.

Before deciding to go back to the third floor of the nursing home, Wen Bing asked Zhou Yan for his opinion: "Captain Zhou, we just need to go back to rest and not do anything that violates the rules, right?"

Zhou Yan: "Yes."

When he was approaching the gate of the nursing home building, Zhou Yan noticed that Yi Shu was still standing in the crowd, and had no intention of going back to room 211 on the second floor of the nursing home.

Zhou Yan stopped in his tracks and asked him in a cold voice, "Aren't you going to call 211?"

Yi Shu: "No, I will live with you on the third floor of the nursing home."

Ning Luan was puzzled and said, "But the nursing home only provided us with eleven rooms this time, and they are all full."

Yi Shu asked: "Aren't there three empty rooms?"

Ning Luan almost choked: "...the convalescents who lived in those three convalescent rooms all died, are you sure you want to live?"

Yi Shu smiled wryly: "I've almost died once, so I don't care about it."

Zhou Yan observed the expression on Yi Shu's face for a while: "The sanatorium has regulations that each convalescent can only live in his own room."

"This is not one of the rules I have to abide by." Yi Shu thought for a while, "I will ask the staff of the nursing home later, if they think it is OK to live on the third floor, I will move here, if they think it is not possible, I will go back Second floor."

Some investigators worried: "The convalescents must return to their respective convalescent rooms before ten o'clock in the evening. There is only half an hour left before ten o'clock. If there is not enough time, you will be in danger."

Yi Shu said: "I see, thank you for reminding me."

Ning Luan moved to Zhou Yan's side, and asked in a low voice, "Captain Zhou, I still have the key to room 211, do you want to give it to him?"

Zhou Yan said coldly: "The key is Shi Mengyu's relic, return it to Qiao Yuan."

Yi Shu was going to ask the staff about moving the convalescent room, so he was separated from other investigators in the corridor on the first floor.

The investigators waited for Zhou Yan to enter the elevator as before, and then went in one after another and crowded together to stand near the elevator door.

"squeak--"

The elevator reached the third floor and the door opened.

As usual, the other investigators got out of the elevator first, preparing to return to their respective recuperation rooms.

But the situation in the corridor was different from what they had seen before.

From a distance, they saw a kraft paper box at the door of the 303 convalescent room.

This is the third box that Zhou Yan, Lu Chenzhao and other investigators saw after they came to Mingshan Sanatorium.

The first two boxes contained the relics of Shi Mengyu and Qin Yan respectively, and the one in the third box was basically the relic of Long Zexu.

It's just that the box containing the relics is a bit too big, bigger than the first two boxes combined.

Seeing the blood oozing from the bottom of the box and smelling the strong bloody smell coming from the box, the investigators inevitably had some bad thoughts and started to scare themselves.

"This box is too big. Could it be that the body of Long Zexu is in the box?"

"Long Zexu's body shape, even if it is broken, it won't fit in."

"Did you forget? His stomach is empty."

"Don't talk nonsense, there could only be relics in the box, and the remains were taken away by the nursing home."

……

Unlike other investigators, when Qiao Yuan saw the boxes piled up at the door, the expression on Qiao Yuan's face was not worry or fear, but joy.Ignoring everyone's stares, he walked to the door of the 303 convalescent room, first pushed away the boxes piled up at the door, then opened the door, and pushed the boxes in.

Then he entered the door and disappeared in front of everyone.

At 58:[-] p.m., the corridor on the third floor was quiet, except for Yi Shu, all the investigators stayed in their convalescent room.

"Da da da--"

Soft, gritty footsteps came up from under the stairs.

Soon, a figure appeared on the stairs on the third floor of the nursing home, it was Yi Shu.

He stared at the handrail at the stairway for a moment, then reached into the cylindrical handrail, and took out three keys with room numbers on the edge of the handrail.

I don't know how many times the keys have been wiped, each one is so clean that it shines.

Holding it tightly in the hand, a cool feeling spread from the palm to the heart.

Yi Shu picked out the one he wanted from the inside, put the other keys in his pocket, walked step by step to the door of the 305 nursing room, opened the door and walked in.

The decoration of 305 convalescent room is exactly the same as that of 211, and even the smell is similar. The strange thing is that Yi Shu likes the environment of 211 very much, but he doesn't like 305 very much.

He thought for a while, and attributed the reason for his dislike to the fact that 305 was the place where Long Zexu slept, and the recuperation room he used.

Opening the cabinet and seeing the hospital gown with yellow and white stripes inside, Yi Shu reflexively showed a disgusted expression: "It's disgusting, the hospital gown without red and white stripes looks good."

There is only this one pajamas in the closet, Yi Shu has no choice but to change into it.

At the same time, there was a gurgling sound from the cabinet in room 211 of the nursing home.

The red and white striped hospital gown hanging in the closet kept shaking, and the red paint turned into a viscous red liquid with a stench, dripping on the bottom of the closet, penetrating the wooden board drop by drop. Disappear……

When the wooden boards at the bottom were completely dry, the red and white striped hospital gowns hanging in the cabinet turned pure white.

At 46:[-] p.m., almost all the convalescents living on the third floor were lying on their beds.

In the 302 convalescent room, Lu Chenzhao took off the monocle, looked at the ceiling with his arm on his pillow, and there was a faint red flame flowing through the scar under his left eye.

In the 303 convalescent room, Qiao Yuan closed his eyes. He looked very tired, but his expression was very satisfied. He looked like he hadn't had a good night's sleep for several years, and finally got a good night's sleep one day.

In the 304 convalescent room, Zhou Yan was lying on his side. The dark blue coat was draped over the quilt, and the neckline just fell on the place where Zhou Yan could hold it as soon as he raised his hand.

In the 305 convalescent room, Yi Shu was lying on his side, his fingers crossed into fists and placed in front of his chest, muttering silently, fast and slow, slow and fast, like a sticky, dirty, pasted crawling on the ground.

……

"Hear my call,

Master of endless nightmares,

traveler of eternity,

Your servant is asking you. "

The head started to hurt again, Zhou Yan's arm shook violently, and he instinctively held the collar tightly in his hand, and fell into an even hotter dream amidst the very faint hot woody fragrance.

In the dream, Zhou Yan was still standing on the cliff.

The dark red land seemed to have been scorched by a fire. Looking at it at a glance, there were ravines and ravines, and there was no grass growing.

Compared with the last dream, this time, there are much fewer people kneeling below.

The young and middle-aged are gone, only the old, weak, sick and disabled are left prostrate on the ground. The deep and old voice is densely intertwined with the immature child's voice, revealing the sourness of toothache.

"Hear my call,

Master of endless nightmares,

traveler of eternity,

Your servant is asking you. "

……

It's a pity that even if they shouted hoarsely and kowtowed until their faces were covered with blood, the miracle they prayed for did not come.

Zhou Yan lowered his eyes and looked at them silently.

Watching the brilliance and hope fade away from their faces, leaving only numbness and the sadness of being abandoned.

"They've been waiting for you, waiting for your response."

The familiar, cold and gentle voice rang in Zhou Yan's ear.

Zhou Yan turned his head and saw a face exactly like his own.

The young evil god came again.

It's a little strange that Zhou Yan's eyes didn't hurt when he saw this young evil god this time.

"Do you want to respond to them?"

Zhou Yan frowned: "I don't want to."

"They have knelt on your knees for many, many years, much longer than you thought, are you willing to let them wait forever?"

The voice of the young evil god was full of pity, and he raised his hand, pointing to the left side of the cliff.

"Did you see the bones on the ground over there? All those who died in prayer, their bodies will be carried over there by young and middle-aged men, and piled up high."

"They think that when the corpses are piled as high as the cliff you're standing on, their prayers will reach the temple where the gods live, so that the gods can really hear their voices."

"Unfortunately, they can't wait until that day."

"The young and the middle-aged are all dead. When the young children and the old are gone, no one will move their bodies there. They can only stay where they died forever, eaten by wild animals and pecked by birds. bone."

Zhou Yan frowned, looking very impatient, but his tone of voice was rare and gentle: "Say, what do you want me to do."

"No one can instruct a god, not even the god himself." The young evil god corrected, "You need to know that it's not what I tell you to do, but what you want you to do."

Zhou Yan frowned even tighter: "Let go."

"kill."

"As long as you kill the patients on the third floor of the sanatorium and make them sacrifices, you can return to your original position and become the eternal god of this land."

Zhou Yan sneered, with a mocking corner of his mouth.

When he turned his head to look at the young man, there was a frightening and fascinated light in his eyes that only a god could have.

The young man was stung by Zhou Yan's gaze, and covered his face in pain.

"I will not kill."

"You are not me, who are you?"

The moment Zhou Yan questioned, the whole dream was shattered.

A severe headache and a disgusting sense of weightlessness struck together. In the 304 convalescent room, Zhou Yan grabbed his dark blue coat and opened his eyes.

In the extremely dim environment, the smart bracelet worn by Zhou Yan on his right wrist suddenly lit up.

The time shows 59:[-] p.m.

The next second, the time became exactly eleven o'clock.

At this moment, Zhou Yan hadn't fallen asleep yet.

he--

Violation.

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