Distorting mirror travels through the supernatural event book

[This brother is a ruthless person]

[Dabai's live broadcast room will not be blocked tomorrow, right?]

[This fat man is scarier than a ghost, Dabai runs quickly]

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The board in Dabai's hand fell to the ground with a bang, and he watched in disbelief as Qiao Leting hit the hanged ghost again with a hammer. A series of piercing sounds.

Although Dabai is a supernatural adventure anchor, he has always been a staunch materialist. Seeing this scene in front of him, everything that was firm in his heart was greatly impacted, and in order not to let his beliefs collapse completely. , Dabai quickly found a perfect explanation.

It must be that Qiao Leting came to this leprosy hospital early and strangled the hanged ghost, and then hung him on the beam, pretending to commit suicide, but he didn't expect that the hanged ghost didn't die completely, and even struggled and asked himself for help. It's a pity that I ran away because of fear and killed him.

Dabai felt a little guilty, he was able to save that person just now.

He quickly bent down to pick up the board that fell on the ground, took two steps back, prepared himself for protection, and asked Qiao Leting who was stepping on the hanged ghost: "Brother, did you... kill?"

Qiao Leting almost rolled his eyes, he saw that the hanged ghost under his feet had turned into a pool of rotten flesh, he straightened up and let go of his feet, pointed to the ground and asked Dabai: "Do people look like this?"

Dabai followed Qiao Leting's fingers and saw that the hanged ghost twitched twice under the bright light, and soon turned into a pile of bones.

The barrage in the live broadcast instantly climaxed. These fans followed Dabai to many places that were rumored to be haunted, but they had never seen these dirty things with their own eyes. Now they have opened their eyes.

Qiao Leting frowned in disgust, "I don't know how many years he's been dead, honestly, it's not good to be hanging on it?"

Dabai stared blankly at Qiao Leting's actions, and there was a crashing sound in his head, his worldview was collapsing little by little.

Qiao Leting gave Dabai enough time to digest everything that just happened in front of him. After all, Dabai is a young man, and he is quick to accept new things. He followed Qiao Leting upstairs and asked him curiously: "Brother, Have you always been this anal?"

"Don't be afraid of these ghosts and ghosts. Although the incorporeal ones often appear like ghosts and ghosts, since there is no entity, they will definitely not be able to use physical means to harm you."

Qiao Leting took out a facial tissue, wiped his small hammer carefully, put it back into his pocket, and continued: "If there is an entity, since he can hurt you, you can also hurt him, then it's a fight. There is nothing to be afraid of, that is, the other party may occasionally open his mouth to bite you, and the consequences will be more serious."

Dabai nodded again and again, expressing that he had benefited a lot, looked at Qiao Leting adoringly, and replied: "It makes sense, it makes sense."

Row after row of shit was brushed in the barrage in the live broadcast room, and fans all said that they had never heard of Fatty's remarks.

Dabai went up the stairs together behind Qiao Leting, he thought for a while and then raised a new question: "Then what if the ghost you meet can switch between tangible and intangible at will?"

Qiao Leting stopped at the stairs on the fourth floor, turned his head and grinned at Dabai, "Then there is no other way, run for your life."

"..." Dabai, "Are you still looking for the archives room?"

Qiao Leting nodded, and walked towards the east side of the corridor with a flashlight, "Well, it's too late, why don't you go home, it's not safe here."

The fans in the live broadcast room were also urging Dabai to go home quickly. Although they also wanted to see what other strange things were in this leprosy hospital, the safety of the anchor was more important than that.Dabai hesitated for a while, looking at Qiao Leting's back, "I'd better go up with Daqiao and have a look."

As soon as Dabai finished speaking, a wave of tips came into the live broadcast room.

Qiao Leting hummed. The east side of this floor is the doctors' offices, and the west side is the laboratory and operating room. When he passes the corridor, he will hear painful groans from the room. There should be something dirty inside. Things, his time is relatively tight, and he doesn't want to provoke the things inside for the time being.

There was an operating bed at the end of the corridor. The bed sheet was soaked in blood and thrown at the foot of the bed. There were crimson fingertip scratch marks on the walls on both sides. Qiao Leting looked away after taking a look. The file room should be on the fifth floor. , he looked back at Dabai who was talking about the reward list, and asked him: "Is your live broadcast room still open?"

"It's open." Dabai replied casually.

Qiao Leting: "Aren't you afraid that you will be banned tomorrow?"

Dabai sighed, "The ones that shouldn't be released have already been released, and it's too late to close them now."

Qiao Leting laughed, and warned: "Turn the camera at the back, I'm afraid the fifth floor is not safe."

Dabai immediately turned the camera on his shoulder. The stairs from the fourth floor to the fifth floor looked much more dilapidated than the one below. The stairs with the thirteenth steps were either missing a corner on the left or missing a piece on the right, and the wall on the right was stained with blood. , it seems that a terrible massacre once took place here.

The surroundings are quiet and quiet. This century-old leprosy hospital is like a giant beast devouring all fresh life. The footsteps of the two of them are very clear in the narrow and dark corridor. Countless pairs of eyes were looking at them, and the sound of the monster's heavy breathing rose and fell in their ears.

Qiao Leting opened the way ahead, and said to Dabai behind him, "If you're afraid, it's still too late to leave now."

Dabai's psychological quality is very good, and in this environment, he still has the mind to joke and say: "Have you seen any horror movies? I think I will give away the head if I run down alone now."

As soon as Qiao Leting went up to the fifth floor, Dabai behind him followed him, stuck to his side and asked him, "Da Qiaozi, did you hear that someone seems to be chasing you?"

Qiao Leting turned around and scanned with a flashlight, but he didn't find any dirty things chasing after him. He patted Dabai's back reassuringly, and said, "Don't worry about it."

The fifth floor was much calmer than Qiao Leting had imagined. In the previous expeditions, every time he went to find key props, a group of troublemakers would always jump out. This time, there will probably be a wave later.

Dabai leaned in suddenly, and Qiao Leting heard the sound and looked over, and saw a row of nurses in white uniforms standing at the end of the west corridor under the light. With a strange smile, holding small tools such as thermometers and syringes in his hand, he made various strange postures and looked at them directly.

Qiao Leting had the bottom line in his mind, ignored the nurses, and walked in another direction. After walking a few steps, the words "Archive Room" clearly appeared in his eyes on the door plate illuminated by the flashlight.

"Here we are," Qiao Leting stopped at the door of the file room, took out the small hammer from his pocket, pushed open the door and walked in.

As soon as he stepped into the archives room, a rotten smell came over his face. Qiao Leting was quite familiar with this smell, and walked in without changing his expression, while Dabai behind him was even more miserable. He closed the door and followed Qiao Leting in. Whining and cursing something.

There are two rows of white two-meter-high large cabinets displayed in the archive room, all of which are locked. Through the glass window, one can see that the medical records are clipped and placed neatly inside. There was a square table with a white tablecloth dragging all the way to the floor. There were a bunch of surgical tools on the table. A small cabinet less than one meter high was placed against the wall to the north of the table. It was not locked. I don’t know what was inside.

Qiao Leting knocked down the lock of the east cabinet with a hammer, took all the documents on the top floor and put them on the table, and quickly flipped through them page by page.

Dabai was interacting with the fans in the live broadcast room with his mobile phone. At the warm invitation of the fans, he walked around the table and opened the door of the small cabinet on the north side, and then he was shocked by the things in the cabinet. There are a row of glass jars in the cabinet, in which various organs of the human body are soaked, and the most frightening thing is that a half-decomposed corpse is curled up at the bottom of the cabinet, and the stench immediately rushes into Dabai's nose, Dabai He hurriedly closed the door of the cabinet, and cursed: "What kind of unlucky hospital is this!"

Dabai ran to Qiao Leting's side and asked, "Da Qiaozi, what are you looking for?"

Qiao Leting's movements became faster and faster, black and white photos flashed past his eyes, and he replied casually: "A woman's information."

Dabai leaned over, took a look, and asked him, "What's your name, I'll help you find it together."

Qiao Leting: "I don't know."

Dabai: "I don't know how you can find it?"

Qiao Leting threw the flipped documents aside, "Look at the photo, she is a very beautiful girl, there is a mole under the left corner of the eye, and the right face may have burns, maybe not yet."

Dabai let out a sigh, and took a pile of medical records from the shelf to help Qiao Leting look them up.

The only sound left in the room was the sound of flipping papers, moonlight poured in through the window, a pale hand carefully poked out from under the table, and then a highly rotten head came out from under the table, but When he saw the feet under the door panel, he quickly retracted.

"Found it." Qiao Leting yelled, and pulled out the medical record. The woman in the photo was a little younger than what he saw, and there was no burn on her face. He glanced at the words above, the woman's name Her name is Chu Yunxiang. She was sent to a nursing home due to depression and lived in ward 205.

Qiao Leting put away the medical records, and said to Dabai behind him, "Go to 205."

Dabai responded, then looked up through the glass on the door, and saw a doctor from a nursing home standing at the door of the file room, with a strange smile like a nurse on his bluish-white face, and a pair of gold-rimmed eyes on the bridge of his nose. Holding a scalpel, he was staring at them coldly.