Infinity: Others play games with krypton gold, I play games with krypton life

Nanshan Anding Hospital, Director’s Office.

When Ling Rizhao arrived at Fu Yongxin's office on the first floor, the door was locked.

Before coming, Ling Rizhao went to the morgue to check Fu Yongxin's body again, but couldn't find the door card on him.

The access card was not on Fu Yongxin himself, and Ling Rizhao felt that it was unlikely to be found anywhere else.

Just stop wasting time.

He looked around and saw that there was no one in the corridor, so he punched the door and broke it. Then he reached in through the big hole and turned the door handle.

The door opened and the room was in a mess.

The table and the floor were littered with documents and papers. In the corner, the computer screen and host were broken into pieces. Judging from the marks, they must have been pushed directly from the table next to them to the floor.

Ling Rizhao frowned slightly. Has anyone been here?

Ignoring the things on the floor, Ling Rizhao went straight to the desk.

The drawer had indeed been pried open.

Messy medical records and test reports were piled up outside the drawer.

Ling Rizhao spotted a medical record with Xiao Qianchuan's ward number written on the cover. When he pulled out the medical record, he immediately realized that it felt wrong.

too thin.

After opening the medical record, his eyes darkened. All the papers with recorded words had been torn off, and the person even left a message on the last page.

The calligraphy was written in a style that resembled a dancing dragon and a dancing phoenix, and was full of sarcasm.

[You are late]

Ling Rizhao closed the medical record book expressionlessly and opened the drawers one by one.

It's all empty.

Based on his years of criminal investigation experience, he took out all the drawers and turned them over one by one. As expected, he found an old book with a yellowed cover on the back of the bottom drawer.

The cover felt odd, soft and delicate, and even greasy to the touch.

Ling Rizhao pinched it lightly with his fingertips, then put it to his nose and smelled it.

This is……

Ling Rizhao's hands trembled and he almost dropped the notebook.

But he quickly regained his composure, but his face looked frighteningly ugly.

Without studying the cover carefully, Ling Rizhao suppressed his nausea and sat on the ground to read.

This is a work log.

There is no name, but judging by the content, it is confirmed that it belongs to Fu Yongxin. The date is intermittent, and it seems that Fu Yongxin did not record it on time every day.

The notebook contains some scattered records of treatment plans and progress of treatment effects.

There were also several pages of drawings of modified stun guns, and the annotations next to them recorded the various injuries caused to the human body by different degrees of electric current.

Turning further back, there are records of some illegal experiments he conducted on patients.

This includes the origin of the cover of this diary.

He took the skin from the chest of a 16-year-old girl and used it to wrap books after processing.

Several pages were filled with sketches of the girl's body, showing various parts and organs, with special "purposes" marked on them.

For example, next to the drawing of the bleeding eyes, it was written "vase". Next to the wide-open mouth was marked "chamber pot". There were many more amazing and inhuman "uses" recorded on it.

This man is absolutely crazy!

Ling Rizhao looked at these sketches and texts and felt uncomfortable both mentally and physically.

At this moment, he felt very sorry that he couldn't kill Fu Yongxin with his own hands.

The beast died at Xiao Qianchuan's hands, which really dirty the young man's hands.

Ling Rizhao took out a handkerchief from his pocket and spread it on the ground, put the notebook in his hand on it, and then continued to flip through the pages.

Fu Yongxin is not only a madman, but also a fool.

He actually wanted to have eternal life?

To this end, he conducted a number of horrifying experiments, and in the end none of the subjects survived.

After confirming that the physical body could not achieve the conditions for immortality, Fu Yongxin began to conduct brain transplant experiments in an attempt to allow the brain consciousness to live forever.

But the result was worse.

Ling Rizhao turned another page. Then his eyes swept across the rows of crossed-out names, and finally landed on the name that was circled in red.

[Xiaohe]

Ling Ri's brows furrowed even more.

Fu Yongxin circled this name and wrote the word "failure" next to it.

What does it mean?

On the next page, he saw a bunch of distorted characters. The red characters formed circles one after another, filling the entire page.

Inexplicably, he thought of the talisman in the confinement room that Xiao Qianchuan had told him about, and Ling Rizhao felt that this might be it.

Sure enough, the explanation was given on the next page of the log.

The red rune was called the Demon Subduing Curse. The pattern drawn on the notebook was copied by Fu Yongxin from the rune in the confinement room.

It was an unexpected discovery on his part.

It’s not like there haven’t been people who haven’t died in solitary confinement before. It’s common for disobedient patients to get their heads broken and bloody while struggling desperately.

But that one time, a kid named Xiao Qianchuan cut his wrists in there.

When Fu Yongxin opened the door, the child was bleeding all over the floor and had fainted.

The red runes dazzled the entire confinement room, and countless voices called him in his ears, tempting him to open the gate of hell and welcome the secret of eternal life.

Ling Rizhao looked at the two words. Fu Yongxin had indeed written:

[hell]

There are no quotation marks and it doesn't seem to have any metaphorical meaning.

The second half of the log had almost nothing to do with treatment. It was all about Fu Yongxin's obsessive research on the mysterious rune and the voice that kept ringing in his mind.

[Give me a sacrifice!]

[Open the seal!]

Fu Yongxin then conducted a secret investigation.

He discovered that underneath the Nanshan Anding Hospital was an ancient relic of a mass grave with countless corpses buried inside.

He even invited a Feng Shui master to help him. The master said that there was a lot of resentment here, so he didn't even dare to step into the hospital gate and ran away.

Fu Yongxin also wants to know more secrets about the underground.

He wanted to hear those sounds more clearly.

Finally, by chance, the next sorcerer gave him an idea. He asked him to build a dome building behind the main building of the hospital, so that the appearance of the entire hospital would look like a tomb, saying that if he used evil to feed evil, he would get what he wanted.

The handwriting at the end became increasingly sloppy, revealing a sense of madness.

Ling Rizhao's pupils trembled slightly when he saw the last page, then he turned to the page with the runes and read it several times.

Although it was hard to believe, he couldn't help but believe it.

Ling Rizhao suddenly felt that all the education he had received over the years could not be explained at all.

He was originally a staunch atheist, but since the emergence of this game, his cognition has been refreshed every time.

There really is hell in this world.

Right under his feet.

It’s ridiculous that Fu Yongxin actually believed the nonsense of the voice and tried to open the gate of hell in order to obtain the unknown secret of eternal life.

In Fu Yongxin's plan, even if Xiao Xiaochuan didn't hurt him last night, he would still find a reason to put the kid in solitary confinement.

He wanted the child to die in there, completing the sacrifice.

Ling Rizhao closed the notebook, how ironic!

Fu Yongxin probably didn't expect that he would be the one to die!

This time he really went to the hell he had been dreaming about.

Ling Rizhao wrapped the work diary in a handkerchief and put it in his pocket, then stood up and walked to the computer.

The computer monitor and host were severely damaged and there was no room for repair.

Ling Rizhao simply pried open the deformed host case with his bare hands and took out the hard drive.

Fortunately, this thing doesn't look damaged.

As soon as he put the hard drive into his pocket, the office door was gently pushed open.

Ling Rizhao turned his head, his eyes like a wolf or an eagle.