Lord God decides to die

Sometimes Lin Pei really wanted to open Ni Zijiao's brain to see what kind of weird ghosts and spirits were inside.

He turned around and headed to the other side of the corridor.

Logically speaking, the windows of the wards should be opened on the sunny side, but no matter whether it is the three buildings in the south, north, or west, the windows of the wards are all opened inward.There is only a very narrow lawn between the outer building and the middle building, and the rest of the field of vision is filled with pale walls.

Lin Pei came to the south building where the mother lived.All the lights here have also been extinguished, only sparse light coming in from the window.A strange fragrance came from nowhere.

Perfume is generally not sprayed in hospitals, especially with such a strong aroma, it is likely to induce allergic reactions in patients, and even lead to asthma.

Unless it is to cover up some unpleasant smell.

However, the facilities in the corridor are simple, except for the small trolleys for loading medicines and the iron racks for infusion beside the benches, there is nothing covered.

The neonatal intensive care unit and the maternity ward are on the fifth floor.Lin Pei picked up a wire to unlock the iron fence and walked up the stairs.

The fragrance of this floor is getting stronger and stronger, and the decoration is obviously different from other floors.Not only was the pale yellow wallpaper pasted on, but there were also a few naive watercolor paintings on the walls.Scattered lines were drawn on the ceiling with a highlighter, among them were a few crooked smiling faces, crossed out in a dull red, with names written beside them.

The Department of Pediatrics is located in the outpatient department of the East Building, not in the inpatient department.The wards for centralized management of inpatient children are not arranged on this floor.Who would be the author of these pictures...

Lin Pei subconsciously shifted his gaze to the house number at the end of the corridor.

Neonatal intensive care unit.

Just as he stopped, he suddenly heard a slight caress.

Not the tree outside the window.The sound was more delicate, apparently from the slow rubbing of the soft fabric.It disappeared quickly after only a short while.

It came from a ward to his left.

Lin Pei aimed his eyes at the doorknob, and a sudden click broke into his ear canal.

……

After a while, Lin Pei's tense nerves relaxed slightly.

Not the voice in the copy.

This voice came from the Pantheon, his dear Master God was enjoying the show brought by the players while eating snacks.

"Are you going in?" Ni Zijiao asked with a smile, "Maybe a chainsaw madman pops out."

Lin Pei was a little uncertain at first, but with Ni Zijiao's words, he felt at ease.

He turns the handle away.The ward was empty.

Compared with ordinary wards, this ward is more spacious and comfortable, with TV sets, bed cabinets, wardrobes and simple bookshelves, and a small square table in front of the window.There was a bouquet of carnations in the vase by the bed. The flowers and leaves had withered and smelled rotten. There was a greeting card among the branches.

Lin Pei took out the card.

Safe production!

——by your colleagues, little fairies

He flipped through the greeting card for a while, but didn't find anything strange.

Lin Pei opened the top drawer of the bedside table, and there was only a booklet lying in it, less than the size of a palm, and the booklet was very thin, only about the thickness of dozens of pages of carbon paper.

This record book is distributed to new mothers free of charge by the hospital, allowing them to record their daily experience and sentiments during childbirth, so as to prevent these young mothers from suffering from postpartum depression, and it will also be a commemoration that can be shared with their families in the future.

The mother's name and hospital bed number are written on the cover.

Day.1

On the first day of entering the hospital, Xingxing’s father and grandma accompanied Xingxing’s mother. Colleagues sent fruits, and Xingxing’s father helped peel the skins. He was very happy.

Day.2

Xing Xing's parents want a girl very much, but recently when my mother dreams about it, she always sees a little boy...Although a boy is also very good, he will be more lively in the future, and he will be taller than his father!

Day.3

Xingxing's father asked the doctor again, but the doctor still didn't tell his father, but his mother always thought that Xingxing was a boy, so she gave away the pink dress she made earlier.

Day.4

Chengzi's mother in the next bed gave birth to a beautiful little girl, and she was so envious.

The ordered blue dress has arrived!

Day.5

I'm not in a good mood, my father took a long vacation to comfort my mother, but...

I can't imagine Xing Xing is a boy.

Day.6

Mom regrets not planning to have an abortion sooner.

Yesterday, I burned my cute little clothes without telling my father, I was a little panting, maybe my father found out.

What took away my mother's liking for the stars?

Day.7

he came.

I dislike him.

I threw him away.Dad is crying.

The diary was only written in the middle of the booklet, and the rest was blank. Many curves were drawn with a ballpoint pen on the last page, as if the owner was venting in this way.

Generally, women will only go to the hospital to give birth when the amniotic fluid breaks, but some special women who need the hospital to provide caesarean section will be admitted to the hospital about ten days in advance.This woman should belong to the latter.

Lin Pei put down his notebook and turned his gaze to the bed by the window.

very light.But he heard it anyway.

As he closed the diary, there was a soft sob from under the bed.

Lin Pei walked over without any hesitation, and slammed the bed open.

A woman was sprawled under the bed, staring out.

Her hair was disheveled and her feet were stuck where the bedposts met the wall.The woman's hair was black, but her skin was drooping like a dishcloth, showing a very old look.

The woman's eyes were slack, she obviously lost her mind, she didn't notice Lin Pei's arrival, she just stared blankly behind Lin Pei, her shriveled lips continued to move like a dehydrated fish.

Lin Pei moved closer to her, only to hear a repeated monosyllable.

Gui...

ghost.

The cold air brushed against Lin Pei's neck, and he turned around following the woman's gaze, but there was still nothing behind him.

Lin Pei remembered that he had obviously closed the door after entering the room, but at this moment, the door of the ward was open.

There might have been something standing behind him just now, right where he was when he was flipping through the diary.

Lin Pei turned his head and found a note under the woman's palm, and carefully took it out.

He only had time to take a few rough glances, and a familiar throbbing feeling filled his atrium.

Galala, galala.

Check the unique voice of the sleeper.

This time it walked faster than under the light, and after a while, the footsteps gradually approached.

But Lin Pei hadn't had time to close the door yet.

Even if he managed to lock the door before the NPC arrived, he would definitely attract the attention of the NPC.

He didn't panic, and calmly moved to the window, opened the window, and the night wind rushed into the lifeless ward.

Ni Zijiao: "You don't have a rope now, and your physical fitness is normal, so why don't you jump off the fifth floor to die?"

Lin Pei smiled: "Thank you for your concern."

Then he took something out of his pocket.Seeing this, Ni Zijiao almost punched him in the face through the crystal ball.

Mobile phone.

The nurse, who was fooled by Lin Pei, was playing on Doudizhu's mobile phone.Lin Pei quietly took away the spare while she was not paying attention, and the position of "Miao Shou" happened to be a blind spot that Ni Zijiao could not see.

Lin Pei guessed that the sleeper found him hiding under the table, not by sight, but by hearing.

Very simple reason.The medical worker slowed down as he passed by, but there was no reflective material around him, and the NPC couldn't see him.

But if relying on sound, the movement of heartbeat, breathing, skin and clothing rubbing against each other, can become a flaw for NPC to perceive his existence.

He was only [-]% sure, and he couldn't guarantee that the sleeper would find him before he hid.

Lin Pei retrieved a song from the music library, picked up a stool, moved a little closer to the door, and cast his eyes on the floor outside the door.

As soon as the NPC showed any signs of approaching, he pressed the play button and threw the phone on the windowsill.

——If it’s not the sound, think of another way.

While thinking, Lin Pei raised the stool and made an attacking gesture, waiting for the NPC to break in.

However, to his surprise, the sleeper walked straight down the corridor and disappeared from sight.

There seemed to be no interest in the room with the door open.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for him not to notice Lin Pei's existence.

Even if the NPC lost his vision, but the window of the ward was open, he must have heard the wind.

But why did it ignore itself again?

Just when Lin Pei was wondering, Ni Zijiao suddenly said, "Guess what happened?"

Lin Pei heard him speak coldly, and asked with a teasing smile, "Did the script ask you to come out and remind me?"

That's right.

Ni Zijiao gritted his teeth and turned over a page of the script.

Lord Lord God found that his early self was more benevolent.

Not only has more than one customs clearance route been set, but also considering the difficulty calibration, the guide NPC must remind the player from time to time how to obtain information clues accurately and effectively.

The resentful Master God subconsciously ignored the players who had been tortured by NPCs in this dungeon to the point where they were almost insane.

Lin Pei walked out the door and knelt down to examine the thick and terrifying bloodstain in the middle of the corridor.

This time he saw clearly.Just now, a woman dressed as a nurse dragged a dead body through the corridor.The corpse is still very fresh, and the clothes are not a patient who was hospitalized here. It is very likely that it is a family member who was implicated, or...

Players.

Lin Pei moved his gaze to the side of the bloodstain, and the second time they met, the NPC left him a few lines of fine print.

——How cunning, you actually hid in this room.

——I will submit the application now, it will be useless to hide here next time!

——Remember 7044! ! !

It seems that this room has special meaning to NPC.

Lin Pei's eyes shone slightly.

Ni Zijiao saw the corners of Lin Pei's mouth hooked up, and said curiously: "Don't just think about it, let me listen to your reasoning."

"This 'ghost' is related to the mother. Her mood changes are very strange."

Lin Pei unfolded the note in his hand, on which was written a short sentence in cursive handwriting.

The mother next to her was haunted by a ghost.

Ni Zijiao muttered: "Isn't that nonsense..."

"There are prerequisites for reasoning." The handsome young man smiled gently. He stood up and said in a low voice as he walked, "Since the current 'ghost' is in the neonatal intensive care unit, it should be related to the maternal She left and found the child she was born in. In this way, it makes sense that the medical staff who checked the bed did not enter the ward."

He quickened his pace.

"The puerpera is his mother to him. The ghost respects this mother. Therefore, his subordinates are not allowed to enter her room. The NPC cannot enter this ward without the ghost's permission. It is now going to apply to the ghost, so... ..."

Lin Pei put away the note, came to the corridor connecting the outer building, turned around, and looked towards the end of the corridor.

If he guessed right, the nurse is now in the intensive care unit in the same building as him, discussing with the "ghost" about chopping himself into meat paste.

After hearing this, Ni Zijiao was noncommittal.

"Not bad, quite complete." He said lightly, "The next prompt, 7045."

Lin Pei was taken aback: "Isn't it 7044?"

Ni Zijiao repeated dryly: "It's 7045."

Then, he smiled lightly, as if the ambiguity in his tone was about to overflow.

"Do you really think that NPC is as kind to you as I am? Huh?"