Super thriller live broadcast

"I don't know if you have noticed, but the walls and ceiling of this hospital have been painted many times." Zhang Heng stretched out his fingers and clicked on the wall a few times, scraping off the white surface: "The original color of the wall was light green. But then it was painted white, which is very strange. Why did the hospital specifically paint the walls white?"

"Could they be covering up something?" Chen Mo and Zhang Heng stood together, searching for valuable things around the wall.

The writer and I stood in the middle of the sterile operating room, each thinking about our own things.

Among all the people present, I was the only one who knew the hints of the underworld show: "Why are the hospitals all white? The green walls must also be painted white. Does white have any special meaning? Is it really like what Chen Mo said? To cover up something?”

Looking at the operating room with a threshold, the more I look at it, the more intimidating I feel.

The door was ajar, and although there were many of us, there was no sense of security at all.

"Is this the clue you discovered in advance? The threshold? The white wall?" The writer seemed to be mocking Zhang Heng: "Can I think you are playing tricks on us? What can these things prove? There is a ghost trapped in the operating room, and that Do ghosts like the color white?”

"Ugly guy, pay attention to the tone of your words, otherwise I won't mind filming you to let the public know the true face of the famous suspense writer."

"you dare?!"

The two seemed to be incompatible with each other by nature, and they were tit for tat and refused to give in to each other.

I saw all this in my eyes, and a thought flashed through my mind: "These two people are very calm, and they obviously have something to rely on. Could they be the two show anchors?"

The writer and Zhang Heng argued for a few words and then stopped at the same time, showing great restraint.

"You'd better not turn a deaf ear to what I said before. This building is very weird." After finishing speaking, Zhang Heng was the first to leave the sterile operating room and walked towards the adjacent surgical preparation room and emergency observation room.

"I have found the death certificate mentioned on the note, but I am not sure whether what I am looking for is what the person wants." Zhang Heng's words sounded a bit contradictory. When he opened the cabinet in the observation room, I Only then did I understand the meaning of his words.

The iron cabinet was locked, but due to the passage of time, the iron sheet behind the cabinet fell off. Zhang Heng took out the contents of the cabinet without much effort and threw them on the table beside him.

"See for yourselves."

I curiously walked to the table and saw a lot of yellowed file bags. I opened a few at random, and all of them contained death certificates.

"How many people have died here?" The death certificates of more than ten years ago were different from the ones now. They were made in two copies. One was given to the patient's family and the other was kept in the hospital.

According to formal procedures, the patient's death certificate will be temporarily stored in the archives and will never appear in the surgical preparation room.

I touched the mask on my face and narrowed my eyes: "Unless these death certificates cannot be exposed, and there are very few people who have the right to keep death certificates in the operating room, this matter should have something to do with the top management of the hospital at the time. Twenty years ago What happened in Jianghu Cancer Research Hospital?"

The death certificate was spread out on the table, mixed with some case sheets and personal documents. Thanks to the dry and sealed environment of the operating room, these documents and information were preserved, but after all, they were from twenty years ago, and the paper was very fragile. If you apply a little force, it will break apart.

"Be careful when you move." The four people used the light from a flashlight to flip through the death certificate and case sheet in the dark operating room. The feeling was indescribable.

"Lymphoma, multiple myeloma, lung cancer, gastric cancer..." Nouns symbolizing death came into my eyes one by one. Even a person with a will like steel like me gradually felt an invisible pressure.

"No more, what is this?"

The writer threw aside the death certificate in his hand. At the same time, Zhang Heng also put down the case sheet: "It is said that nine out of ten cancers will kill you. It is really despairing to have this disease."

"It's not as serious as you said. Cancer is a chronic disease and can be cured. As long as you insist on treatment, you can survive for a long time." Contrary to our expectations, Chen Mo was the calmest among everyone, probably because he studied medicine. Because of this, he looked at the cases on the table one by one seriously.

"Pay attention to the words you just used. For a normal person, survival and life are different." The writer seemed a little tired. He grabbed a case sheet and sat down on the table: "Life is Full of hope, with an infinite future; and living just for the sake of living, that kind of life is torturous, full of despair, there are very few things you can do every day, and you can only watch death approaching step by step."

"You are a writer after all. If you can't protect yourself, you still have time to talk about truth." Zhang Heng pushed the writer aside: "If you don't want to work, then don't hinder us."

The writer laughed angrily at Zhang Heng's actions: "Do you really believe that bullshit note? It's just a prank, or it's just a new type of killing method. Most of the supernatural phenomena in the world actually stem from people's ignorance of the unknown. Fear, that seems to me a form of cowardice and compromise.”

"You don't believe there are ghosts and gods in the world?" I interrupted, glancing at the writer, a little confused about what he meant: "Didn't you say before that you are a fan of paranormal research?"

"I have been studying supernatural phenomena for many years, but every time I am disappointed. I do not deny the existence of ghosts and gods, but you want to convince me with just a few notes. Do you think it is possible?" The writer stretched his waist. : "You can find it yourself. I'll come up with my novel. If I write a book about what happened tonight, it should be very popular, right?"

The writer patted the dust on his legs and stood up. The case study he had just placed under his buttocks had been torn into pieces.

I shook my head and didn't care at first, but when I saw the deceased's name on the medical record, my heartbeat seemed to skip a beat.

"Gu Tongtong?"

This is a very playful girl's name, it sounds cute, but it makes me feel a little scary.

"Before I entered the hospital, I saw a missing person notice in Gu Bei's car. The kidnapped baby girl seems to be named Gu Tongtong!"

Duplicate name? No, the probability that the last name and first name are exactly the same is too small, right?

My back was numb, and the situation was getting out of control. I frowned. Most of my attention was focused on looking for the show host, and I ignored the horror of the live broadcast itself.

"If it weren't for the same name, Gu Tongtong would have died twenty years ago. Then what happened to Gu Bei in the private car and the woman who disappeared into the dense forest? Are they also dead? Or is there another reason?" The matter is In a breakthrough, I think I found the death certificate I needed on the note.

I walked to the death certificate without leaving a trace. I was not going to share this secret with others. Compared with other anchors, I had no advantage. Only by taking advantage of the dangers of live broadcasting could I find a way out of the cracks.

"I am currently in the live broadcast of the show in the underworld. Every live broadcast of the show is a test of life and death. It is extremely difficult. There is no room for distraction. I must go all out." Pulling myself together, I glanced at the distance. As a writer, he walked away very casually, "Of all the death certificates, he chose the one of Gu Tongtong to sit under his buttocks. Is this intentional or a coincidence?"

Looking down, Gu Tongtong's death certificate was broken. It was so long ago that the words on it were blurred.

"Age three years old, cause of death: malignant tumor of hematopoietic tissue?" I don't know much about medicine, but there is a person who specializes in medicine at the scene.

"Chen Mo, what is malignant tumor of hematopoietic tissue? Can hematopoietic tissue also get cancer?"

Chen Mo, who was anxiously flipping through the death certificate, didn't even raise his head: "Theoretically, any cell has the possibility of becoming cancerous. The hematopoietic tissue tumor you mentioned is actually leukemia."

"Leukemia...disease?" I regretted a little after hearing this answer, because I might have inadvertently revealed an important piece of information. Fortunately, the writer was far away, and Chen Mo and Zhang Heng were both looking for something and didn't pay attention. arrive.

I breathed a sigh of relief and looked away from Gu Tongtong's case sheet. Thoughts flashed through my mind: "Why is it called leukemia? Is it because the patient's blood is white? There are also reminders given to me by the show: Why is everything in the hospital white? ?Is this related to Gu Tongtong?"

A baby girl who had been dead for more than 20 years suddenly came back to life and was kidnapped into an abandoned hospital.

"Maybe there are no kidnappers in the hospital? Is it all the baby girl's fault?" I smelled the smell of conspiracy, and cold sweat broke out on my forehead. You know, I haven't even explored one-tenth of this hospital. I don't know how many terrifying things are hidden in the darker and deeper places!

"White blood..." I pressed my fingers on the table and secretly stuffed the case sheet into my pants pocket when no one noticed.

"The original words on the note were that the person needed a birth certificate and a death certificate, but it didn't say what he wanted these for?" I'm still not completely sure that it was Gu Tongtong who gave Chen Mo and Zhang Heng the note, so I'm not prepared Break away from the team and act alone.

There were too many things to think about and too few clues. The face under my mask became increasingly difficult to look at.

"What are you doing standing still? Find it quickly?"

Chen Mo saw me dazed at the table and waved the flashlight at me. The sudden strong light interrupted my thoughts. I lowered my head and looked at the death certificates all over the table: "Looking for it? How to find it? You don't have any hints. Do you know which death certificate it needs? Why don’t we take all these things and go directly to the morgue of the third ward to look for the birth certificate.”

"The nights are long and there are many dreams. What you said makes sense, but I always feel that if we don't figure out the reason, it will be very dangerous in the third ward." Zhang Heng raised his head and glanced at me. He seemed to be ready to say something, but his eyes But the moment he saw me, he completely froze, as if he was petrified.