When the squeamish bag penetrates the horror live broadcast [Unlimited]

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12

The footsteps were getting closer.

Qian Ling hurriedly hid behind the burning cabinet. When he squatted down, the heels of his leather shoes pressed against the broken glass, making a crisp clicking sound.

Clear and audible in quiet environments.

Qian Ling's heart tightened, he held his breath, covered his mouth, and carefully stood on his heels.

Following his movements, the light at the door dimmed, and a long shadow slanted out.

The man walked in.

Due to the blind spot caused by the occlusion of the cabinet, Qian Ling couldn't see who the person walking was.

He trembled his eyelashes and didn't dare to breathe hard. When his eyes were wandering around, he suddenly noticed the things on the cabinet.

It was a pile of photos left over from the fire, most of which were only a third of their original size.

The accumulated experience of playing games for many years told Qianling that this should also be a relatively key clue.

The sound of footsteps was only a few feet away from him.

Qian Ling stopped her messy thoughts, ignored the thick dust on the photo, and quickly put the photo into her little lace apron.

"Who."

The familiar cold voice followed closely.

Qian Ling was taken aback by his sudden utterance. He was already unstable by padding his heels and didn't stand firm. When he was about to fall, he subconsciously wanted to support the floor with his hands.

Before touching the floor, the whole person was picked up, Qianling's forehead touched his firm chest, and he smelled the faint smell of disinfectant.

He heard Lu Ji's cold voice above his head.

"What are you doing here?"

Obviously Qianling was quite afraid of Lu Ji, but in this situation, he suddenly felt lucky that it was not someone else.

"Volunteer labor, the nurse asked me to come here to clean up."

Qian Ling's whole body was dusty, and there were two marks on her cheeks with ash rubbed from unknown corners, but her eyes were sparkling.

Lu Ji held Qianling's slender wrist, and stared at the apron with lotus leaf lace with his long and narrow eyes hidden behind the gold-rimmed glasses. This little maid's attire was somehow pretty.

"There is no need to clean up here, it has been abandoned. Don't come here next time."

Chu Ling made a sound.

Lu Ji led him out of the old house. In front of the rusty carved iron door, he took out a key from his white coat and locked the door.

Qian Ling felt a little strange, but he couldn't figure out what this sudden feeling was for a while, so he asked without thinking.

"Dr. Lu Ji, you seem to be very familiar with this place. How long have you been working in this hospital?"

Lu Ji's action of buckling the lock didn't stop at all, and he said naturally, "It's been more than five years."

"Then you were in this hospital at the time, you must know what happened in the fire?"

There was a loud noise when the lock and the iron door collided. Lu Ji put the key back in his pocket, and pushed the frame with his index finger. The reflection of the lens blocked the expression in his eyes.

"It's just an accident, what are you so concerned about?"

Qian Ling stumbled and made up a lame reason.

"I-I'm curious."

Lu Ji chuckled, wiped his cheeks with clean medical gloves to remove the gray marks on his face, and told the cruel truth in the calmest tone.

"The fire happened three years ago. The fire started at night, and the fire was very fast. The night was burned brightly by the fire, and almost no one survived."

How desperate the people in there must be.

"Okay, that's the end of my curiosity, kid, you should listen to some more beautiful stories, which will benefit your condition."

After returning to the activity room in a restless spirit, Qian's mind was full of clues about the new appearance of the old house, and what happened after the accident of the fire.

Was it really just an accident?

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't notice anyone in the activity room.

"Little dirty cat."

Qian Ling raised his head, and met Duan Xingyi's teasing gaze, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Climbed the roof and fell into the chimney, it's dirty."

While everyone is busy participating in voluntary labor, Duan Xingyi can sit comfortably and majestically.

He must have been in Area A for a long time, right?

For the first time, Qian Ling didn't choose to escape after seeing Duan Xingyi's gaze. He walked up to Duan Xingyi, "Can I ask you something?"

"Aren't you quite afraid of me in front? Please ask me if you have something to do now, are you so bold?"

Duan Xingyi neither agreed nor refused, looking at him with sharp and handsome eyebrows.

"There is a price for asking me to ask questions."

Qian Ling showed a blank expression, "What price?"

"Sit down and let me hug you for a while."

Qian Ling frowned, her eyelashes were slightly drooping, and she seemed a little hesitant.

Duan Xingyi's fingertips were itchy, and he really wanted to pull him over and press him into his arms, but he wanted Qian Ling to sit on his lap, so he said in a soft voice:

"This is an equivalent exchange, if you don't want to, forget it."

"……willing."

Duan Xingyi narrowed his eyes, watched Qianling twist for a while, then opened his white arms like lotus root, and timidly hooked him around his neck.

"May I ask?"

A faint fragrance lingered around Duan Xingyi, as if he had eaten a long-lost delicacy, he buried his head on the neck of Qing Lingruyu, played with the soft lace of the apron with his fingers, and hummed heavily.

"What do you want to know?"

"Do you know about the fire? It happened three years ago. Can you tell me everything you know?"

Duan Xingyi raised his eyelids, "That's all?"

"Correct."

"The fire started in the reference room, where there were all kinds of paper files, and it was late at night. By the time the fire was realized, the entire hospital had been reduced to a sea of ​​flames.

The poor ones are the patients inside. They can't even open the iron door without the key. They can only hold the hot iron net and howl in despair.

When the fire was extinguished, most of the materials were destroyed, and even most of the corpses could not be claimed, so those that no one wanted were thrown in the back mountain, and a hole was dug and filled up casually. "

Qian Ling pondered for a while after listening, looked around Duan Xingyi, and asked with a dazed face, "Then why do you seem to be fine?"

"Because I wasn't here at all at the time. I just overheard what others said."

"..."

It turned out to be processed n-hand news, so the credibility in the middle would be compromised.

There were chatter and messy footsteps outside the activity room. It should be that another group of people who went to clean up came back. Qian Ling struggled to get off Duan Xingyi.

will be seen.

Qian Ling broke Duan Xingyi's hand with his fingers, but the other party didn't move at all, but hugged him even tighter, and said against his ear: "Don't go, I can tell you anything else you want to know."

Bai Jing, who walked in following the crowd, saw Qian Ling being hugged by Duan Xingyi at a glance. The two of them were very close, their little leather shoes with dust stains stepped on the armrest of the sofa, and there were booing sounds all around.

Qian Ling's snow-white ears slowly turned red, as did the end of her eyes, and even her voice of explanation was trembling and fuzzy.

[The author has something to say: I: I want to write a plot line! ! !

Duangou: What is the plot, I just want to share with my baby.

Me: (gently put down the plot line) Ah... I want to post with my baby too.

Qianling: Weeping Cat Head]