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There was only one person living in the double room ward. She was wearing a white hospital gown and standing blankly on the bed.

That's right, reaching toward the ceiling and standing on tiptoes on the bed.

"What is she doing?"

The door of this ward was very special and could only be opened from the outside. When I saw no one was around, I took off my coat and stuffed it in the crack of the door, then pushed the door open and entered.

Speaking of which, it would feel empty and lonely if there was only one person living in the double ward, but the first thing I felt after entering was depression.

This deep sense of depression came from the roof. When I looked up inadvertently, my pupils suddenly contracted.

The ceiling that should be clean and white is painted with various cruel and bloody pictures, as well as vicious and resentful curses.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

"I'm going to skin him off!"

"Revenge! Give me the knife, give me the knife back!"

"Look, his blood is everywhere..."

Most of the scarlet fonts are written with lipstick, some of them are made of red potion, and a few are written with blood.

When I saw the dense curses on the ceiling and a lot of incomplete humanoid patterns, I took a breath of cold air. The moment I entered the door, I even had the illusion that this was a live broadcast mission of the underworld show.

"The strong mental stimulation is a sequelae of the car accident?"

Slowly walking to the patient's bedside, all ten fingers of her hands were wrapped in thick bandages, but blood was still leaking from the fingertips.

I didn't speak, but watched quietly with my hands folded.

The woman stood on tiptoes and traced the ceiling above her head with her left hand, while her right hand was stuffed in her mouth.

After drawing a few strokes, maybe the blood on the fingertips of her left hand had solidified. She stretched out her right hand and bit it in her mouth. Bright blood flowed from the fingertips, and she became very happy.

The ten fingers were bitten with blood, and the woman seemed not to feel the pain. She stood on tiptoes and continued to create bloody works on top of her head.

"What does she want to express through these paintings? Anger? Resentment?" I don't know how to appreciate art, but I can see the basic logic of language from the hysterical curses on the ceiling.

In other words, women are not completely crazy, and there is still the possibility of communication between us.

"Jiang Shihan."

When she heard her name, the woman stopped what she was doing and tilted her head to look at me beside the bed.

Being stared at by such a strange and strange woman in a closed ward would probably be very uncomfortable for ordinary people, but I am used to it.

"Do you know Huang Guanxing?"

After hearing the name from my mouth, Jiang Shihan's mouth kept opening wide. The fear quickly spread to the entire face like a drop of ink falling into the tea.

Her originally delicate and lovely appearance became pale and distorted, and she clung to the wall, as if I were a ghost from the underworld.

"Such a big reaction? What exactly happened to you that night?"

She didn't speak, grabbed the quilt and covered her head, leaving only the lower half of her body exposed, trembling from the waist down because of fear.

"Did the Underworld Show take action against you?" Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel a little guilty. This girl was just implicated by Huang Guanxing, and she had no fault of her own.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I took out my phone to take photos of the bloody drawings and vicious curses above my head, preparing to study them later.

But while I was patting, I suddenly stopped: "These paintings are related to each other."

The first painting was drawn with lipstick. Although it was sloppy and simple, you could probably tell that what it painted was two little people surrounded by a bunch of messy things.

They endured various tortures, and finally one of the villains was cut off and the other was let go by those messy things.

The painting that follows is painted with red potion, and the little man who was let go hides alone in a large square box. According to my understanding, the large square box probably means home.

There are many strange-shaped things wandering outside the box. Jiang Shihan's paintings are very abstract. Those things look like people, but they are also weird and ferocious than people.

The subsequent paintings are even more inexplicable. The villain opens the wardrobe and finds strange people hidden inside. He opens the refrigerator and finds strange people hidden inside. When he opens something similar to a wok, there are also people hidden inside.

These paintings took up most of the space above my head, and then I looked at the painting Jiang Shihan was painting just now.

A little man stood on the bed, separated by a thin bed board, and there was that kind of strange thing hidden under the bed!

The works painted with blood had a fishy realism to them. I looked at them for a long time, and slowly recalled in my mind that when I first entered the house, wasn't Jiang Shihan standing on the bed and painting above her head?

"The little person in her painting is herself!"

I turned around and saw that at some point Jiang Shihan poked her head out of the quilt. She opened her mouth but didn't speak. She just stuck out her tongue and tapped the bed board.

"Is that thing hidden under the bed now?" I immediately understood what Jiang Shihan meant: "But when I came here, I looked under the bed and there was no one else in the room except her and me."

"Could it be?"

I took out the mobile phone from the Underworld Show and turned on the camera function. I stared at the screen and stretched it under the bed.

The scene under the bed was reflected on the screen, including a pair of slippers and a spittoon. The light was a little dark, but there seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary.

"No!" Turning the phone in another direction and scanning upwards, I made a surprising discovery.

Just in the corner of the bed, there was a scrawny baby!

"Thai brat!"

The kid didn't know that he had been discovered. The toothless boss with a cleft mouth seemed to be eating away at Jiang Shihan's energy.

"There are indeed ghosts under the bed. If you say so..." I looked at the bloody graffiti all over the ceiling above my head, and my heart skipped a beat: "All those vague and strange things in the paintings are ghosts!"

No wonder Jiang Shihan was driven crazy, these days were really difficult for her.

"Is this the way the underworld show kills people?" Thinking of this, I shook my head again: "Huang Guanxing and the underworld show had no grudges. If the death of the gatekeeper Huang was because he was preparing to leak the existence of the underworld show, then Huang Guanxing did not do anything to violate the contract of the underworld show."

Regarding the abnormal death of water friends in the live broadcast room, there has always been a logical blind spot.

Did they watch the live broadcast of the underworld show because they had very little life left, or did they pay their lives for it because they saw the live show of the underworld.

I still haven't figured out this cause and effect relationship.

"Jiang Shihan is the key to solving the mystery. She can't be hurt anymore." I called Secretary Zhang late at night, hoping that he could handle the discharge procedures for Jiang Shihan and let her temporarily live in Qianding Pharmaceutical.

Although Secretary Zhang was surprised, he was still very dedicated and said that he would come to the hospital immediately to complete the procedures.

Jiang Shihan hid herself under the quilt again, and I watched the kid's every move with my phone.

"I saw similar brats at Jiang Chen's wedding. Jiangjin Real Estate and Qianding Pharmaceutical are both the leading bosses in Jiangcheng. The Jiang family's name is also among the suspects given by Secretary Zhang."

"Could it be that the one who killed Huang Guanxing was not the underworld show but the Jiang family?"

I remembered the reports I had read a long time ago. Real estate speculation has been booming in recent years. Qianding Pharmaceutical, which has a lot of money, seems to be preparing to enter real estate. And because of its long history and excellent reputation in Jiangcheng, they have already won several projects.

"The motive for killing is sufficient, as for the ability to kill." I have personally seen the Jiang family's kid, and Jiang Chen also invited Mr. Gu to deal with me. They seem to be very good at using this method from the dark side to eliminate disasters.

"Based on this, Jiangjin Real Estate will become the biggest suspect in this case."

I frowned tightly. If this turned out to be the case, then things in Jiangcheng would change.

Involving two major consortiums, once their war starts, it will affect everyone in Jiangcheng.

"Until there is conclusive evidence, nothing can be revealed to the outside world, otherwise my situation will be even more dangerous."

I looked thoughtful at the weirdly smiling kid on the phone screen.

Secretary Zhang arrived forty minutes later. He was shocked as soon as he walked in. The blood-red paintings on the ceiling were extremely shocking to anyone who looked at them.

He called the relevant leaders, but because there were too many departments involved, the discharge procedures could only be completed at dawn.

"Gao Jian, one night shouldn't delay anything." Secretary Zhang looked embarrassed. After all, my request was indeed too much.

"That's not necessarily the case." I leaned against the door and looked at the nurse sitting in the duty room.