I'm killing crazy in the horror game world

The unique smell of disinfectant in the hospital makes people very uncomfortable. The long corridor is quiet and dark, and the rooms on both sides are also pitch black without any sound.

There are not many patients hospitalized here, plus they are all patients with mental illness, so it is naturally different from other hospital areas.

The long dark corridor was completely dark, and a faint wind blew from the end, bringing a slight chill and mixed with some crying sounds.

It seems a little creepy.

Wang Zun has long been accustomed to these strange feelings in the eyes of ordinary people, and it has no impact on him. He lies on the bench, closes his eyes and rests, and does not feel sleepy.

In fact, his ears were standing straight, and he was listening to the sounds in Yan Xiaoting's ward. With his keen hearing, he could hear Yan Xiaoting's steady breathing.

At this time, a footstep sounded, and at the end of the dark corridor, there was the light of a sensor light.

She was a nurse. She was holding a notebook, with a sad look on her face, a little hesitant, and more anxious and uneasy.

She walked quickly, and after inspecting the previous wards, she came directly to Ward 222 and pushed Wang Zun.

"Do you really want to stay here?"

The nurse asked cautiously, her little face tightened, she looked at Yan Xiaoting in the ward, and made a few strokes in the record book.

"Don't worry about me, I protect myself. If you want protection from a macho man, call me at any time. I am not a good person, but it is my duty to protect beautiful women, even if it means sacrificing my limited life.

!”

Wang Zunyi's words are strict and his righteousness is awe-inspiring.

However, no matter how you listen to it, you feel that he is not serious at all.

In one afternoon, Wang Zun had become quite familiar with the nurses here. He greeted everyone from the 50-year-old experienced nurse aunt to the 20-year-old young lady who had just started an internship.

His mouth is not in vain!

"Don't take it seriously. There's still half an hour left. You'll regret it. I don't want you as a tough guy anymore. Just don't come to the duty room and call for help!"

The nurse rolled her eyes at Wang Zun, and then said in a low voice: "Let me tell you, it's not peaceful here at night. There are many strange things, and Yan Xiaoting is just one of them. Have you seen Ward 227? Lying in it is

An old lady acts like a vegetable during the day, with her eyes open, motionless and silent, but at night and early in the morning, she is different and likes to harm herself!"

Um?

"What kind of self-mutilation method?" Wang Zun was immediately interested. He had been here all afternoon and evening, but he had not seen other patients. If the nurse hadn't said anything, he wouldn't have known about the patient lying in ward No. 227.

With an old lady.

"She said that someone was pinching her neck, and she was scratching her neck and head with her hands. The scratches were so severe that her skin was bruised and her head was bleeding. Don't let her be targeted. She will also attack others. Last time

There was a colleague on duty, and she scratched her face so hard that her face was almost torn off!"

"She was grabbing and yelling that someone was trying to strangle her!"

Wang Zun was startled. You can imagine that it must be a ghost invisible to ordinary people strangling the old lady's neck, right?

In fact, the vast majority of mentally ill patients are normal. They just see things that others cannot see and meet "people" that others cannot meet, so they do things that others cannot understand.

"Any more?"

Wang Zun is neither happy nor worried, and cannot see any changes.

The nurse thought for a moment and then said softly: "I'd better warn you. I've said what I shouldn't say. You don't want to go to the public toilet at the end. Do you understand?"

"Why?"

There is a big question mark engraved on Wang Zun’s forehead!

"I'm telling you, don't tell others that it was me who said it. People have died in the toilet. Six months ago, a head nurse died in the toilet. His death was very miserable. The skin on his body was almost torn off.

And she tore it up herself, and she died of pain."

"Since then, blood stains have always appeared in the toilet for no reason, and no matter how much I mop it up, I can't clean it away. Heart-wrenching cries and screams of pain are always heard from the toilet late at night!"

"A family member of a patient said that he had a stomachache one night and when he went to the toilet, something seemed to drip on his head. It was icy and cool. When he reached out and touched it, he felt a handful of blood. When he looked up, he found that there was blood on the ceiling.

There was a piece of human skin, a complete piece of human skin, bleeding all over the body, and it rushed directly towards the family members..."

At the end of the sentence, the nurse stopped talking because she was already frightened, her voice was trembling, and she was obviously panicked.

"I won't tell you too much, just take care of yourself. I don't want another mentally ill patient on this floor tomorrow!"

The little nurse was also kind and reminded Wang Zun a lot. It was none of his business if he didn't listen.

Looking at the time, it was 23:50. There was no light from the sensor lights in the long corridor, and the wind blew from nowhere, making both of them feel a little chilly.

The little nurse left immediately, walking away quickly without looking back, like a mouse.

As for that?

Wang Zun curled his lips, which made him feel stupid. Originally, he was fearless, but he was an experienced rookie after all.

But when a person suddenly says in your ear that there are many strange things happening in this place, the feeling is completely different.

Wang Zun thought that Yan Xiaoting was the only one here who was abnormal, but he didn't expect that there were so many stories.

It’s fun tonight!

Time passed, and as the little nurse left, there was no sound at all on the entire floor. It was eerily quiet, as if dead.

Dark, quiet, and full of endless weirdness!

A faint wind blew in the long corridor. The breeze blew from nowhere, bringing with it the slightest hint of coolness.

Wang Zun was sitting alone on the bench, looking around, his face expressionless and his heart calm!

The mission begins!

The prompt that popped up startled Wang Zun, and he almost stopped scolding him.

Wang Zun got up and opened Ward No. 222. Everything was normal inside. There was only one bed, and Yan Xiaoting was lying on the bed!

Yan Xiaoting's breathing was steady, nothing unusual!

As the mission began, the wind in the corridor became stronger and cooler. The faint breeze blew from the entrance hall, bringing not only the coolness, but also the faint sound of screams.

These were the screams of patients brought from other departments, as if they were suffering from the pain of being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts.

The psychiatry building, this floor, is so quiet that it's scary.

After the mission started, it became darker and quieter here, and it felt like falling into water.

The sensor light made a "sizzling" sound. Wang Zun tried it, but there was no light. This was not because the sensor light was faulty or short-circuited, but simply because something ghost was coming.

A ghostly aura began to float in the air, and the breeze turned into a gloomy wind, which was no longer chilly but cold.

The surroundings were very dark, and the rooms on both sides of the corridor became black holes. If you didn't get close, you wouldn't even notice the doorways.

Wang Zun was sitting at the door of Ward No. 222, not going anywhere. He was waiting for the ghost that was pestering Yan Xiaoting to show up!

He didn't believe that even if he stayed here, any ghost could get into Yan Xiaoting's body.

As time passed, the darkness became deeper and the silence was terrifying. Wang Zun could hear his own breathing and his own heartbeat!

The beating of two hearts!

0:34!

More than half an hour has passed, and nothing unusual has happened. Wang Zun is not agitated, he is becoming calmer and has no distracting thoughts.

He has long been accustomed to waiting and patience, so this little time is nothing.

About another 10 minutes passed!

Ahhhh...

A strange voice rang!

It seemed like a person was opening his mouth, breathing hard, and swallowing air desperately. His throat seemed to be filled with sand, and he wanted to scream but couldn't.

Wang Zun was keenly aware that the sound was a strange sound coming from Ward No. 227.

The little nurse said that there was an old lady lying in this ward. The old lady said that someone strangled her neck late at night, so she struggled and scratched desperately, but she scratched her skin and flesh, and her head was bleeding!

Ahhhh...

The weird sound sounded like shouting or breathing hard, getting louder and louder.

Faintly, scratching sounds could be heard in Ward 227.

It seemed like a person was tossing and turning in bed, struggling desperately.

Wang Zun's eyebrows jumped. Should he go over and take a look? It was only three wards away. If he went over, what would Yan Xiaoting do?

Wang Zun thought about it, he couldn't just ignore it, could he?

It's not his Holy Mother. If he didn't encounter these things and didn't have this strength, he would definitely not be a good person.

However, when he met him, he also had the ability to solve this person's problem. If he didn't help, he would be a hard-hearted person.

Is there a big difference between the two?

I got up and took a look at Yan Xiaoting in the ward. Although it was dark, I could see Yan Xiaoting still lying on the bed quietly and steadily.

He took out Xiao Ling, put it on a chair, and asked her to guard Yan Xiaoting.

Xiaoling:(⊙w⊙)

Is it really okay to leave me here like this?

I'm just a child!

I'm also afraid of the dark!

Wang Zun put on his headlamp, walked lightly and cautiously, trying not to make any noise, and came to the door of Ward No. 227.

Although Wang Zun's eyes have become accustomed to the darkness and can see his surroundings clearly in the darkness, he still cannot see things clearly.

Still need the help of lighting!

Wang Zun did not turn on the headlight immediately and looked at the ward through the glass on the door.

The ward is very simple, with just one bed.

There is a figure lying on the bed!

and a figure sitting on a figure.

The sitting figure stretched out her hand and pinched the neck of the lying figure. She danced and scratched and slapped wildly, but her hands could not touch the sitting figure.

Instead, she scratched her face and head with her hands and made a weird sound.

Wang Zun turned on the headlight, and the light suddenly drove away all the darkness, and everything in the ward came into view!

The person on the bed who was scratching and slapping frantically was a silver-haired old lady. Her face had been scratched with scars, old and new scars alternated, blood covered her face and dyed her silver hair red.