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The dial of the smart bracelet began to flicker on and off, and each time it lit up, a bleeding skull appeared on the dial.

The red blood flowed down the skull's eye sockets, accumulated on the edge of the dial, and accumulated more and more, as if it might seep out from the edge of the dial at any time and flow onto Zhou Yan's wrist.

The wrist bones were getting colder and colder, and an icy chill climbed up the dial, and soon reached Zhou Yan's elbow.

He pulled up his sleeves, and by the dim light of the bedside table lamp, he saw a few black shadows on his arms, like very light and dark birthmarks, or like the shadow cast by something on his body.

Zhou Yan frowned, watching the light-colored shadow wrap around his arm like a vine, getting tighter and tighter.

Zhou Yan raised his hand and stretched it out, but he didn't touch anything.

The arm was wrapped so numb, and in the numbness, Zhou Yan felt as if his arm had been pricked by a needle.

He turned his head and looked over, only to see deep and shallow shadows, and nothing else.

Zhou Yan tried to reach out to find it, but found that his limbs seemed to be tied to the bed, unable to move.

Everything fell into an eerie silence.

"Plop, plop, plop—"

Zhou Yan's heart was beating faster and faster, his upper body was as cold as being immersed in ice water, and the suffocation caused by his difficulty in breathing gave him the illusion that he might be about to die.

Out of nowhere, my head started to hurt again.

Zhou Yan tightly clutched the dark blue coat in his hand, as if fainted, lying on the bed with his eyes closed, motionless.

In the convalescent room 305 next door, Yi Shu, who was muttering obscenities silently, suddenly sat up, turned his head and retched at the ground beside the bed.

In the darkness, a foul-smelling liquid flowed down the corner of his mouth and dripped to the ground.

He vomited blood.

Yi Shu raised his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth, propped his hand on the edge of the bed and lay back, his state was much weaker than before going to bed.

too frightening.

Yi Shu covered his eyes with his right palm, adjusted his breathing and prepared to fall asleep.

In the darkness, there was a gloomy light on the ground beside the bed, and slanted light into the bottom of the bed.

Yi Shu didn't know that the foul-smelling liquid flowing from his mouth and finally falling on the ground was not blood at all, but a black, viscous liquid.

They gathered together drop by drop, condensed into a ball, flowed from the bottom of the bed to the side of the cabinet, climbed up along the surface of the cabinet, and finally flowed into the cabinet and disappeared.

At 1 a.m. on January 7, ethereal music sounded on the third floor of the nursing home on time, waking up the investigator who was still sleeping.

Zhou Yan opened his eyes in the scorching heat of the tide, and found that the sheets were damp with the moisture from his body, and his dark blue coat was covering him, and the faint hot smell was also coming from the coat.

As for the quilt that Zhou Yan covered before going to sleep, at some point, he threw it on the ground.

Zhou Yan picked up his coat and put it next to the bed. When he got up, he felt dizzy for a while, and almost couldn't stand upright and sat on the bed.

He touched his forehead subconsciously, it was very hot, at least 38 degrees.

Zhou Yan sat on the edge of the bed and took a rest, then went to the bathroom to wash up.

In the mirror, Zhou Yan's forehead was very white, and there was an indescribable moisture in his eyes, and the tails of his eyes, ears, cheeks, and neck were all morbidly red, as if he had a bad cold.

Zhou Yan frowned and looked at himself in the mirror for a few seconds, then unscrewed the faucet with his hand, and splashed the cold water on his face, trying to lower the temperature on his face.

It's a pity that it didn't help, but made him more uncomfortable.

Zhou Yan simply took off all his clothes, went to the shower and took a shower.

So when Lu Chenzhao knocked on the door and came in, what he saw was the steam in the room, and Zhou Yan who was wearing long trousers and only a dark blue coat on his upper body.

Lu Chenzhao glanced at the red at the end of Zhou Yan's eyes, pulled the edges of Zhou Yan's coat together with both hands, lowered his head to touch Next Zhou Yan's forehead, frowned and asked, "Why is your forehead so hot?"

Sensing that Zhou Yan's heartbeat was not quite right through the clothes, Lu Chenzhao stretched his right hand in through the gap of the clothes, and pressed the palm that exuded the scalding temperature against Zhou Yan's chest.

"Puff-"

"Plop, plop, plop—"

"The heartbeat is much faster than yesterday." Lu Chenzhao's face sank, "What happened?"

Zhou Yan: "I had a dream last night."

Zhou Yan was still a little uncomfortable. He turned around and wanted to stand against the wall, but before he could move his legs, he was held down by Lu Chenzhao. He simply gave up leaning against the wall and put his head on Lu Chenzhao's shoulder.

He spoke again, and the hot breath brushed against Lu Chenzhao's neck: "It's a coincidence, when I woke up from the dream, it happened to be 59:[-]."

Lu Chenzhao had a bad feeling: "And then?"

Zhou Yan tilted his head, pressed one ear and cheek on Lu Chenzhao's shoulder, and exposed the remaining half of his face to Lu Chenzhao's eyes, with a calm expression: "At that time, it was only a few seconds before eleven o'clock. Falling asleep before [-]:[-] p.m. is against the rules.”

In an instant, Zhou Yan vaguely saw a red fire flashing on the scar under Lu Chenzhao's lens.

"Lu Chenzhao, the violation is not that serious."

Before Lu Chenzhao asked, Zhou Yan told him all the changes in his body after waking up.

Lu Chenzhao asked: "Have you found any places similar to being pricked by needles?"

Zhou Yan: "No."

"I'll help you."

Lu Chenzhao took Zhou Yan's arm and led him further into the room, and turned on all the lights in the room along the way, making the 304 convalescent room brighter than the outside during the day.

In the end, Lu Chenzhao did not find any mark left by being stabbed on Zhou Yan's body.

Not wanting Lu Chenzhao to worry too much, Zhou Yan emphasized again: "Except for the faster heartbeat, hearing and sense of smell continue to get better, there is no other change in my body."

"I know." Seeing the quilt thrown on the ground, Lu Chenzhao asked suspiciously, "How did you sleep last night?"

Zhou Yan didn't say anything, and glanced at the dark blue coat that Lu Chenzhao was holding in his hand.

The tip of the nose is a mixture of extremely light hot woody fragrance and cool fragrance, and Lu Chenzhao somehow feels that the coat in his hand is a bit heavy.

Lu Chenzhao put Zhou Yan's coat on the bed, then took off his own dark red coat, opened it and took two steps in front of Zhou Yan: "Put on mine."

Zhou Yan frowned: "I'm not that..."

"I like to see you wearing my clothes." Lu Chenzhao directly put his coat on Zhou Yan's body, "I'll clean up the room, you continue to wash, and tell me what you dreamed about last night later."

Zhou Yan came out of the bathroom after brushing his teeth, and when he turned around, he saw Lu Chenzhao standing against the wall, wearing his dark blue coat.

Lu Chenzhao is slightly taller than Zhou Yan, and compared to when he was wearing a dark red coat, the hem and cuffs of the coat are a little shorter, which doesn't seem to fit well.

If only Lu Chenzhao's figure is considered, Zhou Yan's coat is very suitable for him, especially the color, which suppresses a little bit of the laziness in Lu Chenzhao's bones, making him appear ascetic and expensive.

As for Zhou Yan's appearance in a dark red coat, the moment Lu Chenzhao saw Zhou Yan, he only thought of one image.

I thought of the quiet blue surrounded by red flames when the candle was burning.

Many contents in the dream were repeated from last time. Zhou Yan focused on what happened after the appearance of the young evil god and what the evil god told him.

Zhou Yan already doubted the identity of the evil god, but after he told Lu Chenzhao about the dream, he felt that there was something wrong with the identity of the evil god: "Lu Chenzhao, I suspect that the evil god is fake."

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