The Psychic Resurrection: Riding the Mirage

An ordinary diary, with a worn surface and yellowed pages.

"What's written in it?" Hu Jiu picked up the diary and opened it doubtfully.

It seems to be really just a nurse's casual daily writing, but some pages are dirty, as if stained with blood-stained ink, and the dates in the diary span a wide range, and sometimes an update is only made every one or two months.

At this moment, Hu Jiu noticed that the surrounding light gradually dimmed, as if the sky had suddenly turned dark.

He calmly ignored all the abnormal phenomena and only looked down at the diary in his hand.

"When I first joined this hospital, I heard from several colleagues that the wages and benefits here are good, but sometimes strange things happen."

"I know all this. 'Hospitals' and 'schools' are always filled with outrageous stories. There's nothing unusual about them."

"Before I started working, I always fantasized about working hard in the workplace; after joining work, my enthusiasm was rapidly fading. Within a month, I felt that I was no different from those old salted fish. I always felt tired. Looking at my dull and sallow skin in the mirror, I can’t muster any fighting spirit.”

"My colleague Sister Wu told me not to go to the ward at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor, otherwise terrible things may happen."

"I thought about it carefully. There seemed to be a utility room at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor. It was not a ward at all. How could I go there? When I wanted to ask again, Sister Wu ignored me."

"Later I heard that something happened to Sister Wu when she was on night watch. She fainted in the corridor on the fourth floor. When she woke up, she was not normal and occasionally talked nonsense. But she had already planned to Resigned, so no one cares about her.”

"One day when I was working the night shift, I always felt like something was watching me, but I looked around carefully and found nothing."

"To be honest, I didn't feel too scared at that time until I saw the light on in the room at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor."

"It's strange. I clearly remember that this is a utility room. Why did it become a ward at this time?"

"I walked over and took a look and found someone in the room!"

…

"I was given a new lease of life."

"I am becoming more and more motivated. I can't wait to work hard and strive for progress all the time!"

"This job is really worth it. Now I am in extremely good health. The chronic diseases left over from my student days and even the acne marks on my face have disappeared. I also have a good income."

"I am really looking forward to the arrival of the night more and more."

…

"how so?"

"Why did this happen!"

"Is there a price to pay..."

"Help me, someone help me!"

When Hu Jiu saw this, the writing in the diary became increasingly messy and scrawled, with incomplete sentences and difficult to read.

"This diary partially overlaps with the contents of the archives provided by the headquarters. They both mention the room at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor. What is there exactly?"

Hu Jiu's interest was rarely aroused. According to the records, the room at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor should be a utility room, but it might become a ward at some point in the night.

All the secrets of Qingshan Private Hospital seem to be in that strange room, and the answer is waiting there. It seems that as long as you enter that room, all the troubles will be solved.

Hu Jiu suddenly felt a strange sense of dissonance. It was as if he was not here to find clues to solve the mystery, but someone had put all the clues in front of him, just waiting for him to reveal the answer to the mystery.

All clues pointed to the room at the end of the fourth floor. When leaving the nurse's station, the entire hospital had fallen into darkness. The night was thick and nothing could be seen outside the window, only darkness.

The mirror hospital, entered through the mirror of the elevator on the first floor, is probably some kind of ghostland.

Hu Jiu walked slowly towards the stairs and passed some clinics. They were quiet inside, but the equipment, tables and chairs inside were slightly old, with no signs of damage or any dust, as if someone had always been using them.

One of the clinics was very strange. The shape of the bed seemed a bit short. When a normal adult lay on it, most of his feet would be exposed.

Moreover, there is a dent in the lower half of the hospital bed, and there are strange armrests on both sides that you can put your legs on.

Hu Jiu's knowledge of medical equipment was almost zero, and he had no idea what the purpose of such a bed was. Could it be used to check for hemorrhoids?

At this moment, slow and heavy footsteps suddenly sounded.

Hu Jiu himself was like a ghost. The soles of his shoes did not even touch the ground. Even when he was walking around in the hospital, he made no sound at all, so the sudden footsteps were particularly noticeable.

Looking in the direction of the sound, Hu Jiu saw a nurse. Her green nurse uniform was already dirty and stained with dried blood. She was wearing a mask and latex gloves, her face was pale, her eyes were dull, and she was holding a Holding a scalpel, he walked straight towards Hu Jiu.

"Is it a ghost slave?"

With Hu Jiu's poor medical knowledge, medical staff would only wear green clothes in the operating room or ICU ward. Is this ghost slave going to perform surgery on people?

When the ghost nurse was about to approach, Hu Jiu only glared at her lightly, and she fell down.

He casually pulled off the mask on the nurse's face, and he could barely make out the person he was, except that his flesh and blood were bloody and covered with knife marks, which was very scary.

呲呲——

There was a scraping sound of metal being dragged on the ground, and something was approaching again.

Hu Jiu looked up and saw that it was a ghost slave dragging a sledgehammer. It was not moving fast and had no attack power. It was easily knocked down.

After the second floor, he walked to the third floor and saw another ghost slave. Its mouth and nose had rotted, revealing the bones inside. Its eyes were withered and shrunken, and only some rotten flesh remained on its face.

The ghost slave turned his head in the direction of Hu Jiu, and then was quietly eliminated.

Passing by the corner, a pair of pale hands suddenly stretched out from the corner, trying to grab Hu Jiu's ankles, but he stepped on them directly and turned them into mud.

When he turned to the fourth floor, he heard footsteps again, but this time it was not a doctor or a nurse, but a worker.

Was it the worker in charge of the demolition?

The information did not mention that any workers were missing, but a nurse named Xiao Zhou was missing.

While Hu Jiu was thinking, the sound of mechanical operation came, and the elevator lit up at some point. It showed the first floor, but soon accompanied by a sound of clacking, the elevator quickly passed the second and third floors.

Ding Dong——

The elevator arrived at the fourth floor and slowly opened.

A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes was standing inside. It was obvious that he was dead and was now a ghost slave.

But he was different from other ghost slaves and moved very quickly.