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Bloody words appeared on the tile wall, and blood beads were still flowing down slowly.

It looks very scary.

"Don't mind your own business." I shrugged.

To be honest, I don't want to meddle in other people's business.

At this time, who wouldn’t want to lie down at home and look at their mobile phones?

"Brother, stop talking nonsense and say something useful." I turned around and looked at the huddled black figure again.

"who are you?"

The black shadow seemed to glance at the sharp long knife in my hand with fear.

New words of blood appeared on the tiled wall.

"volunteer."

"What? Are you a volunteer?" I opened my eyes wide.

The shadow nodded slightly.

"How did you die?"

The shadow lowered his head, seemingly unwilling to answer.

"Say it!" I frowned.

The black shadow trembled.

The blood beads flowed and painted a bloody picture on the white tile wall

Toilet door, sink.

The faucet was running.

A man was bent over and lying motionless on the platform, his head immersed in the pool.

Water kept overflowing from the pool.

I froze for a moment.

"Did you drown in the sink?"

The shadow lowered his head again.

I lowered my face: "It was that dirty and smelly monster that caused it, right?"

The black shadow suddenly became frightened and trembled non-stop.

The blood stains on the tiles trembled and fell down in a curved way, like streaks of blood and tears.

"Besides you, were any other volunteers killed here?"

The shadow shrank and shook his head.

"Who is that?"

"Stop asking, let's go!" The bloody words on the tile wall were also trembling.

"Don't be afraid of it. For the sake of everyone being volunteers, I can take revenge as long as you tell me what happened in this nursing home."

My attitude is really much friendlier this time.

The black shadow was silent for a while, and then the word "blood" appeared.

"Don't go to the third floor."

"Third floor?" I was a little surprised. I thought it would say something related to the old man, but I didn't expect it to be the third floor.

"What's on the third floor?"

"Stop asking and leave quickly!"

The black shadow kept shaking his head, looking very painful.

A smelly moisture emanated from his body, and his whole body seemed to become wet, as if it was about to melt away.

No more new bloody words appeared on the tiled walls.

Seeing as it was also a volunteer, I didn’t make things difficult for it.

I exit the cubicle.

The black shadow disappeared immediately.

A volunteer was killed, but no one at the nursing home mentioned it.

It's not that they are unwilling, I'm afraid they don't dare.

Which of these staff members was not desperate and received the favor from Boss Hao?

Otherwise, who wants to work in a haunted place?

On the other hand, this is not a threat.

If an employee dares to talk nonsense outside, he will immediately stop all help.

Maybe more methods will be used to not only make employees desperate again, but may even lead to a situation of no return.

After all, it is too easy for the strong to take advantage of the weak.

I have to say that Boss Hao’s move is too high.

Who would have thought that the purpose of a person's good deeds is to cover up his evil deeds?

So Aunt Tao and Fang Guiping could only keep trying to persuade me to leave the nursing home before dark.

The black feathers Aunt Tao gave me should be used to ward off evil spirits.

I thought about it.

It's the tail hair of a rooster.

Black, curved like a small sickle.

It is said that roosters can ward off evil spirits, and the rooster's feathers also have this effect.

However, facing the dirty and smelly monster in the toilet, this little feather may not be of much use.

But I am still grateful to Aunt Tao for her kindness.

Now the filthy monster hides in the sewers.

It's not easy to clean it up.

I walked out of the toilet.

Come back to settle accounts with it.

Now, it is important to investigate the truth about the fire.

I checked the time, it was a quarter past nine in the evening.

Another hour has passed and there is still no progress in the investigation.

Time waits for no one.

First go to the second floor to find the demented old man.

With Li Xiaohei's help, everything around me was clear. I didn't need to turn on the flashlight at all and just walked in the dark.

The missing stairwell is back.

I strode away.

But at this moment, a light suddenly lit up at the other end of the corridor.

Um?

I stopped cautiously.

A room was lit up, and a weak light leaked from the crack in the door.

Immediately afterwards, the door opened.

Director Yang, wearing a white coat, walked out.

is her?

I immediately asked Li Xiaohei to hide and opened his eyes myself.

"Who's there?"

Director Yang shined the flashlight in my direction.

"Director Yang, it's me, Xiao Li." I narrowed my eyes.

Director Yang raised his eyebrows: "Why are you running around without sleeping?"

"I drank too much water and wanted to go to the toilet."

"Didn't I tell you to try not to go to the toilet at night?"

"Director Yang, there's nothing we can do about it. A living person can't urinate to death, right?" I said innocently.

"It's late at night, you said something unlucky! Go quickly and come back quickly, I just have something to ask you for!"

Director Yang had a long face, an unattractive face that looked gloomy under the dim light.

"All right."

I ran into the toilet, waited for a minute and then ran out without washing my hands.

"Follow me to the second floor."

When I came out, Director Yang had already left the room and was standing at the entrance of the corridor waiting for me.

"Didn't you say you can't go to the second floor at night to disturb the elderly people's rest?" I asked doubtfully.

Although this is exactly what I want and I have an honest reason to go to the second floor, I still have to ask what I need to ask.

"These old people are all sick, and we check them at night to prevent them from having accidents." Director Yang said expressionlessly, and went upstairs with a flashlight.

ill?

I immediately remembered the prompts from the live broadcast room.

"What's the disease? During the day, I saw that they were in good health."

"You ask so many questions, do you plan to stay here forever?"

On the narrow and steep stairs, Director Yang did not look back.

"I have this plan. I heard that Boss Hao treats every employee very well." I replied honestly.

"What's going on at home?"

"My mother is gone a long time ago, but I have an old father who lost money in business and owes a lot of debt. For an uneducated person like me, I may not be able to finish working for several lifetimes," I said in frustration.

Director Yang stopped at the entrance to the second floor corridor, turned around and looked at me, his eyes filled with speculation.

"Is this why you came to our hospital?"

I lowered my head and whispered: "I heard that our boss Hao also lost his mother since he was a child. Maybe he can understand my difficulties."

"Do you know why Boss Hao's mother is gone?"

"I heard that there was a fire in the factory at that time. Boss Hao was lucky enough to be rescued, but his mother did not escape."

"Then do you know why the factory caught fire?"

Director Yang's voice was gloomy.

I sensed something was wrong, raised my head, and saw her expressionless face.

"I have no idea."

Director Yang smiled coldly.

"You really don't know?"

"Haven't you been asking about the fire in a roundabout way all day?"