monster guardian

There are only a dozen or so wards on this floor, and it's not difficult to check. Mushui walked through each room, but he couldn't see anything. He just felt that every ward was dark and looked a little scary.

When he reached the door of the last room, Garcia suddenly stopped in his tracks. He raised his hand, his pale fingers curled up, and he could vaguely see the blood under the thin skin inside.

"Dangdang", Garcia knocked on the door three times.

No one answered inside.

Garcia raised his leg, kicked lightly, and the door opened quietly.

The doors of the wards here are all specially treated, so there is no sound when the door is opened.But the more it was like this, the more people felt, as if a pair of invisible hands had quietly pulled the door open from the inside.

Mushui looked up at the dark ward.

The light from the corridor shone in, so that at least there was some light in the ward.

"No one." This is the result of Mushui's scrutiny.

Garcia was not disappointed either, he walked back slowly, walked to the previous ward, and kicked away.So every ward they passed by just now was treated like this, and the doors were kicked open.

After checking in this way, I finally gained something, but it can also be said that there was no gain at all.

Because they just discovered that out of the dozen or so wards, two of them were occupied by patients.And the patients who checked in were quite familiar, and Mushui felt that he might have seen them on TV once or twice.It must be some kind of star too, right?

But they, too, couldn't wake up.

Since it can't be woken up, it has no value.

They still couldn't get any more information, they could only know that they were indeed trapped during this period of time, and only the two of them remained awake on the entire floor.

"Go to the elevator." Mushui said.

"Ah."

Time stands still and the night freezes.

It was quiet all around, no one else was awake.

You have to find something to do in such an environment, otherwise your emotions will be piled up to a terrible level.

Mushui is well aware of this.

Fortunately, Garcia is also very cooperative with him.

Garcia nodded and followed him slowly towards the elevator.

Mushui pressed the down button, and he could see the numbers jumping on the display, indicating that the elevator was going up.

Soon, with a sound of "ding", the elevator arrived.

The elevator door opens.

The inner walls of the elevator are smooth, reflecting their appearance.

Mushui didn't look too much, so as not to add to the fear in his heart.

He stepped into the elevator and said to Garcia, "You wait for me outside."

Garcia: "Yeah."

Mushui pressed "1".

The elevator doors closed.

But before Mushui was happy, the elevator door opened quickly again, and the pressed "1" button was automatically canceled.

It seems that you need to swipe your card.

Mushui raised his hand again and pressed the emergency call button. The emergency call button that was supposed to make a sound was now as silent as if someone had strangled his neck.

Mushui had no choice but to exit the elevator.

"It's useless," Garcia said.

Mushui nodded: "Then let's go back to the ward first."

Garcia: "Yeah."

There are too many problems in front of us now.

He spends most of the time in a state of sleep, so he doesn't know what the cause of time stagnation is.Now I can only wait until five o'clock in the morning, when the hour hand goes back again, and carefully observe what changes have taken place around me.

It is not impossible.

There must be traces.

Mushui bit his lip, and walked back to the ward side by side with Garcia.

The room was still dead silent.

The nurse who fell asleep on the bed would have looked like a corpse if his chest was not still heaving slightly.

Mushui took out his phone, rummaged through it, and found a small stand-alone game.He had seen this little game countless times before, but he had never played it once.He's not interested in games, but right now it's clearly a good thing to control his emotions and pass the time!

Mushui shook the phone and asked Garcia: "Are you playing?"

Garcia: "What?"

Mushui sat on the sofa with him, and then showed him his mobile phone.

Garcia: "I don't have this thing."

"Huh? Don't you have this game? It's okay, you can play mine."

"I don't have a cell phone," Garcia said.

Not having a mobile phone is actually quite rare.

People like Mushui who are outdated, do not follow the trend, or even closed in the ivory tower all the year round, used to buy a second-hand smartphone for daily basic use.

But then he met Yuan Sheng.

If it wasn't because he wanted to take care of two patients at the same time, in order to ensure that he arrived at the other side in time, he repurposed his second-hand smartphone and gave it to Yuan Sheng, Yuan Sheng would not have a mobile phone now.

And now there's another Garcia.

It is rare for an elderly person not to use a mobile phone, because there are already elderly phones on the market.

What's more, people of this age?

Yuan Sheng could understand that he didn't need to associate with anyone, and he didn't intend to integrate into human society at all, so he refused to contact anyone.

What about Garcia?

Mushui suppressed the doubts in his heart.

A slight smile appeared on Mushui's cheeks. He opened the small stand-alone game, and as a burst of music passed, a small person appeared on the interface with blue-gray skin, sharp teeth, and an overly large and round head.

"What's this?" Garcia asked.

In fact, Mushui didn't know, and he hadn't played it before, but he still tried his best to pretend to be experienced, and recalled the name of this game.

Plants vs Zombies?

It seems to be such a name, right?

"This is a zombie." Mushui thought for a while and said, "We have to manipulate it to eat these flowers in order to collect energy?"

"Oh."

Mushui poked the zombie on the screen, and the zombie walked forward slowly.

Invaded the little house.

A prompt pops up on the screen soon: Zombies have eaten your brain.

Mushui was startled.

Ok?

Zombies ate my brain?

So I'm not a zombie?

Mushui blinked, pretending nothing happened, and handed the phone to Garcia: "Do you want to try?"

Garcia didn't answer.

He suddenly curled his fingers, and curled them so hard that even the tips of his fingers turned white.After curling up like this four or five times, Garcia stretched out his hand and carefully took the phone.

What does his action look like?

Mushui licked his lips.

His movements seemed to be constantly weighing and getting used to the strength of his hands, so as to control the strength of his fingertips within a certain range.

Does he have great strength?

Mushui was a little worried.

This is Qi Xinghan's cell phone, when he leaves in the future, he has to return it to Qi Xinghan, so it can't be damaged.

Although Garcia was led off by Mushui and misunderstood the rules, he quickly adapted to the real rules of the game.

But it's no use getting used to it.

Every time Garcia stretches out his fingers to collect sunlight and plant sunflowers, he is careful and slow, more like a zombie than a zombie on the screen.Every move is stuttered, and the speed is automatically slowed down by 0.25 times.

Not long after, a line of words popped up on the screen: Zombies ate your brain.

The two chickens are just like this, you change me, I change you, and the brains that have been eaten by zombies eight or nine times are rotated.

But fortunately, it was the first time for both of them to play this game, so even if their brains were eaten again, they didn't have any impatience.

After playing for a while, Mushui felt that his neck was a little stiff.

He straightened his neck, and raised his hand to squeeze it again, only then did he feel much more comfortable.

"It needs to be charged, I have to go back and get the charger." Mushui said in a low voice.

Garcia pointed to the head of the bed: "There are."

Mushui walked over, opened the bedside table, and found that there was indeed a power bank inside, with different plugs on the power bank for different models of charging.

Connect Mushui to the power bank.

I checked my phone again, there are no other games.

Not even minesweeper, snake eating, and poker that he used to play on the computer!

Mushui glanced at the time.

Three in the morning.

There are still two full hours until five o'clock.

Mushui didn't want to keep playing with his mobile phone to avoid neck pain, so he put down his mobile phone and sat cross-legged on the sofa with Garcia facing each other.

Mushui blinked slowly, and said, "Actually, I'm also a doctor." Although I'm still an intern.

"Can we chat casually?" Mushui asked.

"Okay." Garcia nodded slightly.

His emerald green eyes looked like two beautiful gemstones, but at this moment under the dim light, they looked a bit like the cold eyes of some kind of animal, without a trace of human emotion.

"What was your previous job?"

"Unemployed."

Mushui blinked, that's right, the young man in front of him looks rich, so he shouldn't need to work, right?

"how old are you?"

"do not know."

I don't even know my own age, so how long has he lived here?It's not just about staying and forgetting the date, right?He even forgot his own age.

Mushui frowned unconsciously.

But soon his brows relaxed, and he put on a soft smile again, maybe because he ate a few pieces of milk chocolate biscuits, there was a little sweetness in his smile.

"Is there usually only a nurse to take care of you?"

"Ah."

"No one else?"

"No, no friends, no family." Garcia paused, met Mushui's eyes, and said, "They are all dead."

Mushui was startled.

Without the fetters with this world, what keeps him from living in this world?

Is that why he looks somber and negative?

Mushui licked his lips, feeling that it was not good to just ask others, he had to make an exchange to be polite.

So Mushui smiled and said: "My parents are also dead, so there should be no friends. I only have a teacher, and I follow my teacher all the year round. Well, when I was in school, many classmates would come to contact me. At that time, I still thought that I should make friends. But they are too strange. The teacher also said that there is no need to interact with them too much, which is not good."

Mushui spread his hands, the dimples on his cheeks deepened, he said with a smile: "So, now, I am the same, I have no friends."

Garcia suddenly smiled.

The melancholy expression on his face faded away for a short while, and a more beautiful brilliance bloomed in his brows and eyes in an instant.

Like a mermaid who can confuse people, ah, or a siren?

He smiled and said, "That's great."

Mushui: "Huh?"