I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

【Mission starts】

[Task requirements: Enter Nanhua Private Renji Hospital and survive until dawn]

【Remaining time: 13:06:54】

[Task Requirement: Find Du Danping's Melody Fragment 0/1]

"Six o'clock in the morning?"

Like the Jiangcheng Grand Theater before, surviving until dawn means living until six o'clock the next day.

As soon as Lu Jian walked into the hospital lobby, he saw a black box tied to the central column.

He looked closer and realized that it was explosives.

Before, Lu Jian proposed to Song Yunyan to ask the blasting team to install explosives, and it seemed that they had already prepared in advance.

The hospital looked like a mess. There were some uncleaned forms, posters, broken chairs, and broken equipment on the ground. These things were usually cleaned up before the demolition, or they were simply disposed of together with the ruins, and no one cared about them.

Lu Yi squatted down and picked up a poster, which promoted health knowledge. He pasted it on the wall and fixed it carefully.

"Wash your hands frequently, ventilate more, and don't join in the fun when there are too many people."

Lu Jian read the above words again.

He picked up the flashlight and walked towards the elevator.

According to the description, the elevator is also a place where problems often occur.

The elevator was very dilapidated, the door was closed, the power had been cut off, and maybe the cable was broken. Lu Tried trying to push the door, but it was a little loose.

He picked up the crowbar, exerted strength with both hands, and relied on the flexible and superb crowbar technique to slowly pry open the elevator door.

crunch——

Amidst the tooth-piercing sound of metal rubbing against each other, the closed elevator door finally opened.

Lu Jian looked inside and saw a person standing inside.

It was Lu Jian himself.

"Is this the mirror in the elevator?"

Instead of going into the elevator, he stood outside,

Take a good look at yourself in the mirror.

Contrary to the dilapidated scene in other places in the hospital, this mirror is very clean, as if someone does maintenance and cleaning every day.

Lu Jian could see his serious expression in the mirror, his skin was a little dull due to the light, and he just stood at the elevator door, motionless.

He observed carefully, and saw something flashing past his feet.

Bow your head, nothing.

"This mirror is not so much a weird creation, but rather a fight against weird creations?"

he muttered to himself.

Generally speaking, Chinese people don't put mirrors opposite their doors. It's unlucky to see themselves in the mirror when they open the door.

Moreover, the mirror of this elevator is placed facing the elevator entrance, so normal people can only see it when they enter the elevator, just like Lu Jian is doing now, that is, as long as they enter the elevator, they can check through the mirror.

"Can this mirror reflect extraordinary things?"

[He said that the mirror in the elevator can reflect the truth and the hypocrisy, and those vicious and vicious guys have no shadow]

Lu Jian remembered this sentence in the mission description.

"He said, this is a code name, the person who set up this mirror? Is it Du Danping?"

"Those without shadows are vicious and vicious guys? But if there is a little girl's shadow in the mirror, does that mean the little girl is a good person?"

"At least it proves that I'm a good person."

Lu Jian finally asserted with satisfaction.

He looked around and walked into the elevator.

This kind of behavior is actually very dangerous, because the first floor of the elevator is usually not the bottom, and there is a negative floor. The current elevator car is equivalent to being suspended. If there is any collision, it is likely to fall.

crunch——

The elevator made a frightening sound, and Lu Jian came to the mirror, and he saw that there seemed to be something passing behind him.

Turning around, he saw a face on the ground.

"..."

It was a poster with a picture of a child on it, and it was also a poster promoting healthy living.

crunch——

When Lu Yi looked away from the poster, he heard a sound of metal rubbing in his ears.

It was as if the elevator was moving.

He saw that the elevator doors on both sides seemed to be closed, and Lu Jian rushed out immediately.

Looking back, the elevator door slowly closed, and at the end, Lu Jian saw himself in the mirror smiling at him.

"Pretending to be a ghost."

For this kind of thing, Lu Jian has experienced many battles and has seen a lot, so he is not afraid at all.

He came to the nurse's station on the first floor.

This is where the memo was written, and Lu Jian could see the bed in the duty room, where the nurses were taking a nap and waiting for the shift change.

Walking into the nurse's station, Lu Juan saw that the files here had been emptied, and the desktop where the computer used to be placed was also in a mess.

He sat down and closed his eyes like he was a nurse.

The night was deep, and the corridor was pitch-black, and nothing could be seen except the lights from the nurse's station, illuminating the surrounding circle.

The nurses sitting here pick up flashlights every day and patrol from the fifth floor to the first floor. Two nurses take turns, twice a night.

On a quiet night, a person was holding a flashlight and moving slowly in the corridor filled with the smell of disinfectant. At this moment, the door of the room at the end of the corridor was suddenly opened, and the light was shining through. The nurse wanted to check, so she walked Go to the door and see the inside of the room...

Lu Yi opened his eyes, not because he couldn't imagine what was in the room at the end of the corridor, but because he thought of something.

"Why do nurses have to patrol at night? The ward rounds should be over after a doctor's inspection. The nurses at the nurse's station should stay here in case patients call in the middle of the night. If you really want to carry out security work, you should also let the security guards do it."

This is a private hospital that treats the rich, so it cannot afford to hire security guards.

"Or, is there any particular reason for the nurse to do this?"

Lu tripped thoughtfully, he looked under the table in the nurse's station.

It was dark there, but there seemed to be something.

He leaned down and saw a notebook between the table and the gap between the tables.

It was a notebook with a red cover, shabby and weather-beaten on the surface.

"strangeness?"

Lu Jian raised his head while picking up the notebook.

Then, he saw a pair of eyes looking at him.

It was an old man who looked to be over half a century old, but he was hale and hearty, with a kind smile.

It is a poster on the wall, most of these posters are the propaganda of the attending physician, and the one in front of the nurse station is the former dean named Zhao Gonggong. According to the above description, this dean studied medicine abroad and returned to China Later, he was hired as the dean, and he is also a highly skilled surgeon.

This poster was right in front of the nurse's station, as if the old man would monitor the people here through this photo.

But Lu Juan knew that Zhao Gongping had died at home before the hospital closed down. The cause of death was a normal heart attack. When his wife woke him up the next morning, he found that he was already completely cold.

"What is written in this notebook?"

Lu Yi lowered his head and opened the notebook with the red cover.

There are some brief records on it, similar to a nurse's on-duty diary.

It's just that some pages are dirty, as if stained with tea or ink, and there is no text, and the dates on them are intermittent, with a large span, from 2002 to before the bankruptcy.

The normal on-duty record will not be like this day after day, it should be continuous.

Lu Jian felt puzzled. He felt that the surroundings were dimmed, and the sun was setting, which dimmed the light entering the hospital a bit.

At this time, Lu Jian saw that on the page he was spreading out, handwriting suddenly appeared on the blank page, as if someone was scribbling with a pen.

He stepped back a little, looking at the entanglement of messy traces on it, forming vaguely recognizable characters.

It says:

Recorder: Xu Xiao

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