Super thriller live broadcast

"Where are you going?" Zhang Heng grabbed me and pointed at Chen Mo who fell on the ground: "What should he do?"

His calf was broken and his body was covered in blood. If he encountered danger again in the hospital building, Chen Mo's chances of escaping were very low.

"Don't leave me here alone. I won't drag you down. Take me with you." Chen Mo wanted to stand up, but his calves couldn't use any strength at all. After struggling twice, he fell into the dirt.

Human beings are special individual creatures. When faced with interests, most people's reaction is to protect their own interests from being infringed. But after encountering danger, they like to share the risk equally and tend to be in groups.

The instinct in his bones makes Chen Mo unwilling to act alone when he encounters danger. In his opinion, it is equivalent to being abandoned by the group.

I lowered my head and glanced at Chen Mo. The medical student was in a miserable state, his eyes were moist, and the severe pain made it difficult for him to speak clearly.

"How about sending him outside the hospital first?" Zhang Heng couldn't bear it. After all, this was a living human life.

"No, it's very dangerous outside the hospital." I didn't tell the two of them that not long ago, a woman was suspected of being attacked by a ghost and disappeared into the dense forest.

"What danger can there be outside the hospital?" Zhang Heng said this, but his eyes blinked at me twice. He made a gesture towards me with Chen Mo behind his back to give up on the other party.

To be honest, I was a little moved at that moment. In such a dangerous environment, it is certainly better to join forces than to carry a burden.

"Why don't we let him hide here first, and the two of us go in to check, and then come back to pick him up after we find out the truth." Zhang Heng said this to give me a step down, and wanted me to follow his wishes and agree directly. Come down, no one is embarrassed.

There is no harm in Zhang Heng abandoning Chen Mo. He has abandoned the other person once before, and the hatred has been forged. He also knows that Chen Mo will not forgive him.

My perspective of thinking is different from Zhang Heng's. I tried my best to rescue Chen Mo not just to let him die. I haven't squeezed out the value of this medical student: "It's not appropriate, we leave him here." , which is equivalent to giving him a death sentence."

"Then what do you think we should do? This won't work, and that won't work either." Zhang Heng's tone was obviously impatient.

"Take him with you and find him a more secret hiding place."

"Secret? Brother, you have to think clearly. This abandoned hospital is the territory of that monster. He has lived here for who knows how long. Don't deceive yourself."

"I have my own sense of proportion." He broke off a thicker branch and threw it to Chen Mo as a crutch: "If you can stand up, we will take you away. If you can't, you can find a way to leave on your own. ."

I want to give Chen Mo a chance. After all, he is the only one among us who studies medicine, and this happens to be a hospital. This live broadcast may involve some professional issues about cancer research. Chen Mo may be able to Comes in handy.

At the third count, Chen Mo gritted his teeth and stood up leaning on a branch. The blood vessels on his face were bulging, and the veins on his forehead were snaking under the skin like little snakes.

"Okay, I keep my word, follow me." I glanced at him and nodded silently. This guy impressed me. This performance completely ruled out the possibility that he was the host of the show.

There is a difference in the physiological manifestations of pretending pain and real pain. Most show hosts are numb to pain. Even if they can fake it, their bodies have become accustomed to this feeling and they will not be as "realistic" as Chen Mo. .

"I will definitely not hold you back." Chen Mo leaned on a tree branch, jumped on one foot, walked to me, and suddenly said solemnly: "Thank you for saving me!"

Chen Mo seemed to have misunderstood something, but it didn't hurt me, so I explained lazily and waved my hand: "Let's go first to the tent where the writer lives."

When we first came out of the diagnosis and treatment building and entered a similar building, the three of us had a feeling of trepidation, as if the monster would emerge from a certain corner the next moment.

On the second floor of the cancer rehabilitation center, I opened the door to the ward and was the first to walk in.

"Protect the scene and don't touch anything at will." As soon as I entered, I happened to see the can of beer standing on the ground. The writer advised me to drink it several times.

"Protect the scene? Are you a policeman?" Zhang Heng didn't say anything, but Chen Mo intervened. The way he looked at me was different again, from trust to reliance.

I ignored Chen Mo, picked up the beer can and looked at it with the flashlight. After turning a few angles, I finally found a tiny pinhole at the junction of the upper edge of the aluminum can and the trademark: "There is indeed a problem, Chen Mo, are you a student?" Doctors, have you ever seen a 0.5 mm syringe needle?”

"Yes, all subcutaneous injections use No. 5 needles. The diameter of the needle used for children is smaller, only 0.45 mm." When it comes to professional knowledge, Chen Mo spoke in great detail in order to show his value.

"What kind of medicine is usually injected under the skin?" I opened the wine can and smelled it. It was indeed beer.

"That's more. Insulin injections and vaccinations all use No. 5 needles. By the way, there is another situation. When injecting drugs with extreme side effects and harmful effects on internal organs, subcutaneous injections are usually used. The fluid is injected directly into the subcutaneous tissue and will not be carried around the body by the blood in the blood vessels.”

I nodded. It would be useful to bring Chen Mo with me. I put the beer can aside. If conditions permit, I would actually like to catch a mouse or something to test the effect of the medicine. Unfortunately, I have too little time to waste it.

"Close the door, and you guard the door." After saying this to Chen Mo, I felt free to check inside the house. This is the second floor of the inpatient building. It's not too high from the ground. Even if there is an accident, I can jump out of the window and leave.

Mineral water, instant noodles, and beer were placed next to the writer's tent. After checking them all, it was found that the mineral water and instant noodles were fine, but only half of the beer had pinholes.

"Who is this guy? Is he the host of a show?" It has been a long time since this live broadcast started, and I have met many people. Each of them is weird, but they don't look like a show host. Anchor. On the contrary, Chen Jiuge, who had already confirmed his identity as the host of the show, was nowhere to be found, and he did not know where he had gone.

Opening the tent, a somewhat embarrassing scene appeared. The writer's "soulmate" was lying on top of the sleeping bag.

Looking at the silhouette of a human figure that suddenly appeared in the tent, Zhang Heng and Chen Mo both backed away, probably thinking it was a corpse. Having seen it once before, I was relatively calm. I stretched out my hand to pull the writer's "girlfriend" out of the tent and threw it aside. .

"Inflatable doll?"

"Silicone."

"Have you done any research on this yet?"

"You talk a lot of nonsense."

I took out all the things in the writer's tent. This person might really be a fan of Master Wang. The tent itself was very small, and there were a few books placed there. If I looked closely, I saw that all the pen names were corpses and human faces.

Apart from these things, I gained nothing more.

"Why is this guy pretending to be Master Wang? If he is not a show host, then what is his purpose of staying in the hospital late at night?" The writer's ugly face flashed in my mind, and I couldn't help but think of a character in the novel .

Quasimodo, the bell-ringer of Notre Dame de Paris, that ugly creature with a tragic fate is very similar to the writer.

The same ugliness, the same deformity, the same guarding the corner of the city. In the eyes of normal people, such a guy usually has another word to refer to - monster.

"Have you discovered anything?" Zhang Heng put an arm on my shoulder: "Brother, we don't have much time. I have a hunch that the curse on the note will soon come true."

"The note is for you, what does it have to do with me?" I threw his hand aside and glanced around the ward, always feeling that I had overlooked something.

"You also saw the content on the note. That evil ghost will not let you go." Zhang Heng said half-jokingly, half-seriously.

"It would be great if it was really a ghost." I shook my head and did not explain. Now I am in a very bad situation. Not counting the other show hosts who are hiding, the dirty things in this hospital alone make me exhausted: "It's a ghost. Are they playing tricks on people, or are they pretending to be ghosts? Or are they both at the same time?"

I turned around and saw Chen Mo poking the writer's "girlfriend" with a tree branch. The branch touched the silicone, and the dent was not particularly obvious.

"Don't move!" I shouted to Chen Mo. He shrank his head shyly and hurriedly retracted the branch.

I didn't bother to argue with him and squatted in front of the silicone doll.

The writer must have liked this doll so much that he put light makeup on her and carefully selected underwear.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Zhang Heng stood next to me holding a DV. His fingers moved flexibly and he replaced a new battery.

"Get out of the way." I found a broken white tile from the ground and stabbed it into the puppet's jaw.

In the darkness, there was little physical difference between the doll and the living person. This scene was a bit worrying to see the other two people.

"As expected." The tile penetrated into the doll's body easily. I slid down and cut the doll's body in half.

"Stab it!"

Some harsh sounds echoed in the ward. My appearance at this time should not be much different from the murderous maniac in movies and TV shows.

After it was completely cut open from the chin to the belly, the three of us gathered together and looked inside. There were several sealed injections hidden in the doll's belly.

"Chen Mo, can you identify what kind of medicine this is?"

"There is no written explanation, and I don't know, but I know that this is a No. 5 injection, and the dose is 3.5 ml." Chen Mo hesitated, "Generally, the dose of the No. 5 injection will not exceed 1.5 ml. Milliliter, because of fear of drug reaction, this syringe is specially made."

After listening to Chen Mo's words, I became more sure of my guess: "Of course the dose for human use will be small, but what if this injection is not for human use?"