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There were two standard-sized hospital beds with low cabinets beside the beds, and a tent was set up in the open space between the two beds.

The tent was not big, just big enough for one person to curl up and lie down, and there were a box of beer and a box of mineral water on both sides of the tent.

"Your life is quite nourishing." I glanced at a few empty wine bottles thrown in the corner, but I didn't expect that this strange man was actually an alcoholic.

"We creative people all have some quirks. I prefer drinking." The man dragged out a box of instant noodles from the back of the tent: "I am ready for a protracted war. I will have no problem holding on for a week or two."

Seeing the supplies prepared by the strange man, my suspicion of him gradually weakened. This man's style of doing things was completely different from that of the show host. He might really just be a horror novelist looking for material.

"Aren't you afraid of living alone in this hellish place?"

"What you need is to be afraid. If you are not afraid of yourself, how can you write something that makes readers' hair stand on end." The man chuckled: "I am one of those very courageous people. There are very few things that can scare me anymore. , in order to have a new breakthrough, so I tried to create in this kind of place."

I nodded and muttered to myself that these artistic feelings were not normal: "Your accent sounds like you're not from Jiangcheng?"

"My home is in North China, and I overheard a friend mentioning this place, so I came here specifically."

"Your friend can actually know such a secret place. He must not be an ordinary person, right?"

"They are all ordinary people, but he used to be a nurse in this hospital, so he knows some information."

"What does he know? Could it be related to the inexplicable relocation of this hospital?" I was a little curious. The man in front of me seemed to have some inside information.

"The relocation of the hospital was decided by the top management. How could my friend, a nurse, come into contact with those people?" The strange man's face looked very strange, especially the two eyes of different sizes. He blinked when he spoke. "However, according to him, before the hospital was moved, the success rate of operations in the hospital had dropped a lot, and people died almost every day. Later, doctors on night shift jumped off the building. These are all true."

"Don't he know the specific reason?"

"Don't talk about him. I estimate that in the whole hospital, only the dean and the superiors know what is going on."

I wanted to find flaws in the man's answer, but unfortunately there were no obvious flaws in what he said.

After glancing at the man, I suddenly discovered that he had been sitting at the opening of the tent since he entered the house, with his upper body straight, as if he was blocking my view with his body, not wanting me to see what was in the tent.

After noticing this, I began to walk around the house purposefully, keeping an eye on the tent, trying to figure out what secrets were hidden inside.

The man quickly realized this and turned his body stiffly.

If he moves like this, the gap will inevitably be exposed, and it is impossible to completely cover it.

I used my eyesight to get an overview. There were two sets of spare clothes, a few books, and a sleeping bag in the tent. What puzzled me was that there were bulging bags in the sleeping bag, and there was a vague outline of a human figure!

I stopped, not daring to approach the man. My eyes were a little wary, and my face turned cold: "Is there anyone else in the tent?"

"Don't get me wrong." The man couldn't laugh or cry: "It's not a glorious thing, but since you saw it, it doesn't matter."

He stood up and got out of the way, and dragged the sleeping bag out with some embarrassment. When I saw the contents of the sleeping bag, my expression turned strange.

"Inflatable...girlfriend?"

"It's silicone." The man put the sleeping bag back again, looking a little embarrassed: "Don't think wrongly, I just want to have a companion."

He pointed at his face: "I have had low self-esteem since I was a child, and I can only find myself in novels. This doll is just like my wife, always by my side and never leaving."

If my girlfriend had a choice, I guess she would leave a terrible person like you, right?

After all, which normal person would want to come to a place like this to experience life?

I didn't say these hurtful words, but just nodded, with a very understanding look: "The feeling of loneliness is indeed uncomfortable, I understand this very well."

My words seemed to speak to his heart, and he agreed very much, and the relationship between the two of them became much closer. I could feel that his voice had softened.

"Would you like a bottle? There is no one we can meet in this ghost place. Do you know that when I first heard the noise and saw you, I really thought it was haunted! You were still wearing a mask. I'm so confused." The man grinned, but his smile was even uglier, and his whole face was distorted.

He casually took out a can of beer from the right side of the box and handed it to me. I shook my head. Alcohol numbs my nerves and affects my thinking. In this environment, I must stay absolutely awake.

"Forget it, I'm a bad drinker." What I said was nothing more than a refusal. In order not to embarrass the man, I quickly changed the subject: "Look at all the preparations you made, including tents and beer, in order to write a novel. Is it worth forcing yourself to do this?"

"You don't understand." The man put the beer in his hand in front of me, took out a bottle from the left side of the box, opened it, and drank it himself: "When inspiration comes, I feel like I am the most awesome in the world. Wait. When you run out of inspiration, scratch your head, and want to die, is it nothing to experience an abandoned hospital?"

"I really don't understand much about this." I smiled and said casually: "I must read your masterpiece if I have the opportunity. There are not many writers who are so dedicated."

The man smiled mysteriously: "Actually, you may have read my books. After all, I still have a certain influence in horror and suspense literature."

"Have you read it?" I was stunned for a moment: "I wonder what books you have written?"

The smile on the man's face slowly widened, revealing an expectant look, as if he was sure that as soon as he said this name, I would be surprised.

"Have you seen Diary of a Wife Killer?"

"Killing my wife..." When I heard this name, I was stunned for a moment, and a huge wave suddenly set off in my heart!

Wife Killer Diary? Isn't this written by Master Wang? what's the situation? The real Master Wang is dead, and Huanyang’s ghost is still protecting me in Century New Garden!

The sound of my inhalation was heard by the man in front of me. In order not to be exposed, I had to follow his performance: "Did you write that novel?! Are you the most mysterious suspense writer? I heard that you even Didn’t you even go to the awards ceremony?”

The man seemed very satisfied with my excited tone: "I know that people like you who like to explore ghosts must have read the novels I wrote."

"I didn't expect to meet my idol. May I ask you what your real name is?" My tone slowed down, and I went through everything that happened after meeting the man in my mind, and suddenly I found a lot of doubts.

Before I met him, I saw a dark shadow flashing in the corridor of the Sarcoma Center. That dark shadow was probably him.

Also, when we first met, he didn’t have any lighting tools in his hand, he just stood straight at the door. The only light at that time was from my mobile phone.

This man could see in the dark, but I was so surprised that I ignored it.

When I moved my eyes downward and looked at the can of beer in front of me, I recalled the man's previous actions.

He took this bottle of beer from the right side of the box, and the bottle of beer he drank was taken from the far left side of the box!

"There is probably drugs injected into the wine!"

In the blink of an eye, my thoughts kept coming, and I already had murderous intent towards this man.

"Real name? It's not convenient for me to tell you. We met by chance, so don't worry about it so much. Just call us by our profession." The man smiled heartily, without any trace of malice: "You call me a writer, and I call you you. Anchor, how convenient.”

In the optional task of the underworld show, killing the show anchor will reward you with ten points. This man did it clearly and prepared to tell everyone that I am the anchor.

"Forget it, it feels weird to call me an anchor." I stretched out my hand towards the man, Yin Qi was hidden in my palm like a needle, and said with a smile: "It's not easy to meet your idol in this damn place, just call me Xia Chi alright."