Suspicious sweet little days

It was exactly twelve o'clock at night when the two arrived at the hospital.

The lights in the emergency room were extremely bright, and occasionally a few people came in and out.

Suspicious God and Suspected Ghost detoured from the right side of the emergency department to the inpatient department.

"Which ward?" The suspicious ghost asked.

"number 637."

"Oh, they always like to move the unconscious patients to the top floor." Suspect sighed.

"Let's go." Suspicion said.

"Oh."

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, I just don't like coming to the hospital, especially at night."

"Ho Ho, are you scared?" He smiled suspiciously.

"No, it's just not very comfortable." The rare suspicious ghost walked into the building without any resistance.

Because the two were wearing white coats, and the guard at the door seemed to be busy watching the World Cup, they passed through the gate smoothly and took the elevator to the sixth floor.

The corridor is very long and has a slight arc. When standing at this end, it seems that there is no end in sight.

It was already late at night, and only the lights placed on the wall still gave off a faint light. There was no ward on the left but a row of windows. When the moonlight came in, the old-style panes reflected on the wall of the opposite ward.

The figures of the two seem to shuttle between these panes.

Glancing at the first ward, 601, it seems like a long way to go to 637.

The footsteps of the two echoed in the corridor, and they couldn't help standing on tiptoe. Occasionally, the sound of coughing came from a certain ward, but it made them a little nervous.

"I said, little ghost, don't be so nervous, this is just an inpatient department, why are you acting like you are in a morgue." Suspiciously heaved a long sigh of relief.

"I didn't, how could I be nervous!"

With a bang, something behind him fell to the ground, and the suspicious ghost turned around in a jerk, but saw nothing.

"Haven't you heard of it?" Suspect said in a low voice.

"what?"

"All kinds of horror stories about the hospital!" The two walked as they talked.

"Oh, I've heard of it, corpses that suddenly moved by themselves in the middle of the night, nurses pushing dead people in the corridors, ghosts wandering in various wards and trapped in the hospital, and..."

"Okay, stop talking!" Suspect shouted excitedly.

"Shh!"

"Don't say those scary things!" Suspect felt his heart beat faster.

"You, haven't you seen all these scary things, and you are afraid of ghost stories." He shook his head with a suspicious smile.

"How can this be the same! It's scary if you haven't seen it before!" the suspicious ghost said tremblingly.

"I really can't do anything about you, don't yell!"

"What? Ah~~~~ Woohoo..."

"I told you to stop screaming, it's my hand!" Sushen's hand held Suspicion's hand, and the other hand pouted his mouth that he wanted to scream.

"I was scared to death, I thought I was caught by the arm walking alone in that hospital, command~" Suspect breathed a sigh of relief.

"I won't be afraid if I catch you, let's go!"

So the two held hands and continued to walk to ward 637.

When they came to the door of Ward 637, the two of them checked carefully, and there seemed to be nothing unusual.

"Strange." Suspicion said.

"It's a little bit, so quiet, can't you really be expected?" Suspect said with a wry smile.

"It would be great if it is, so we don't have to search everywhere."

"Go in and have a look."

Stretching out and pushing, the door creaked open, and vaguely saw a person lying on the hospital bed in the darkness.

The two walked into the ward without any abnormal airflow, fluctuations, or any peculiar smell.

This person was the bus driver Wang Cheng. He was wearing a respirator, and his breathing was even and regular but extremely weak, but the respirator made whirring noises.

Suspicion walked to his side and touched his forehead and arms. His body temperature was a little low, especially in July, but it felt as cold as a dead person.

"Flashlight!" Suspicion shouted.

Suspect took out a small flashlight and shone it on Wang Cheng's face. Suspect looked into his eyes, but his eyes did not respond to the light at all.

"This is what they call a coma~" Shrugged suspiciously.

"Stop talking nonsense!" The suspect took out an envelope from his pocket, pulled out a slender and dried willow leaf from it, and then pricked Wang Cheng's thumb with a needle, and the blood that was squeezed out was stained on the leaf. and put the leaf next to Wang Cheng's ear.

"Look carefully." The suspicious ghost ordered, then went around to the other side of Wang Cheng, and gently read something similar to scriptures into his ear.

The voice was extremely small, maybe only Wang Cheng could hear the murmur, of course if he was awake.

Suspicious God took the flashlight and shone on the leaf, then shook his head.

"No, it's still red."

"Sure enough." said the suspicious ghost who had stopped chanting.

"Did you bring it?"

"Nonsense, otherwise why are we here?" Suspicious Ghost gave Suspicion a look.

"Little Guigui is thoughtful when thinking about things!" Suspicion smiled at him.

Suspect took out a porcelain bowl from the bag he had been carrying just now, with exquisite and complicated patterns drawn on it, put the porcelain bowl on the table, then took out a small bag of millet, and poured it out just enough to fill the porcelain bowl. bowl.

"give me."

Suspicious God handed the leaf that was placed by Wang Cheng's ear to Suspicious Ghost, and Suspicious Ghost put him on the millet and pressed it with a red date.

"You even brought red dates, you have brought enough." Suspiciously praised.

"I said you are never finished, this job is serious!" Suspect said angrily.

"Hehe, okay, I won't say anything, you continue."

Suspicion asked Wang Cheng to lie flat on the hospital bed, and then put his hands on his abdomen with the palms facing up. Suspicion put the porcelain bowl in Wang Cheng's hand so that it would not fall.

"I'll do it next." Suspicion took out a piece of white paper, wiped it with his palm, and placed it on Wang Cheng's forehead.

"Is the window open?" asked suspiciously.

"It's on, I saw it when I came in just now." The suspicious ghost nodded.

"Okay, I'll start. If it doesn't work, I'm afraid this matter will be troublesome." Suspicion also became serious.

Suspicious God stood on Wang Cheng's left side, made a mudra with both hands, and began to read a scripture.

The scriptures came out naturally from the mouth of the skeptical god, and his deep voice echoed in the room, and the suspicious ghost watching from the side was taken aback. This was the first time he heard the skeptical god recite the scriptures.

Although it is a scripture that evoked souls, it is so quiet and beautiful, with a power that attracts people deeply.

The curtains began to flip violently, and the room was also slightly disturbed. Everything trembled slightly, like an earthquake.

The suspicious ghost knew that this was caused by an abnormal air flow and fluctuation, indicating that the scriptures of the suspicious god had worked.

Observe Wang Cheng carefully, it seems that there is no change, but the bowl of millet in his hand keeps gushing out by itself.

The shaking in the room became more and more severe, and something gradually appeared on the white paper that Sushen had placed on Wang Cheng's forehead.

From top to bottom, similar to words but different from words, some kind of incantation.

Suddenly, Wang Cheng's body began to shake violently, as if in a convulsion. The porcelain bowl in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, and fell into two pieces with a bang, and the millet inside was also scattered all over the ground.

At this time Wang Yang's body stopped shaking, and Yishen also stopped reciting scriptures and loosened the seal.

"Failed, this matter is really troublesome." Suspicion said with a wry smile.

"That can't be helped. Hurry up and pack up and leave. The bowl broke so loudly, I'm worried that someone will come over soon."

Suspicious and suspicious, the two quickly packed up their things, and then hurriedly left Ward 637.

The two walked through the long corridor again.

"I said little ghost, the driver's soul is really driving the bus."

"almost."

"Then we solved the driver, wouldn't this matter be solved?"

"Then it's up to you to say, why don't we summon his soul? What else can we do? Do we want us to stop his ventilator?" Suspect said.

"That's one way."

"Crazy! That's murder! Murder!" Suspect glared at him.

"Although that's what I said, since I can't bring back my soul, I think he is already dead, but he just doesn't want to leave. Even if we finally solve this matter, his soul can't come back. In the end, he You will still die.” Suspicion means that there is no difference in the result, so why do we choose such a troublesome method?

"I don't care how he died, just pull out his respirator, that's tantamount to murder! And how do you guarantee that his soul won't continue to drive the bus after he dies? Now his soul is out of his body, if you kill him If you leave him, maybe he will become an evil spirit, and it will be even more troublesome then!" Suspect said, looking around, he was still a little afraid of the hospital late at night.

"That's right, haha." Suspicion said with a smile that seemed very satisfied.

The suspicious ghost who had been hurriedly walking in front of him suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Suspicion asked him.

"Did you see it?" Suspect's voice trembled, his neck seemed a little stiff, and his expression was a little weird.

"what?"

"Outside the window~" The suspect looked like he was about to cry.

"What's going on outside the window?" Suspicious God felt that Suspicious Ghost's appearance was very funny, and stroked his hair and said.

"Someone~"

"What's so strange about someone outside the window, hahahaha~" Suspicion laughed at Suspicion's timidity.

"God~ We...we are on the sixth floor~"

My heart trembled suspiciously, the sixth floor...outside the window...someone...isn't it?

Suspicion took Suspicion's hand, and the two of them took two steps back slowly, and at the same time, they turned slowly and synchronously to the window.

Outside the old-fashioned window pane, a long-haired woman in a white coat was floating in the air, the moonlight shone high behind him, and there was only a dark shadow on her face.The woman slowly raised one arm, and leisurely pointed at the suspect.

"Ghost...ghost...ghost ah ah ah ah ah ah~~~~~~~" the suspicious ghost shouted.

Suspect took Suspect's hand and ran away.

"Stairs, stairs! Take the stairs!" the suspect shouted, and the two rushed to the stairwell together.

The two of them were panting and ran downstairs desperately, not even daring to look back to see if there was a female ghost in white jumping towards them with a wicked smile. People with strange expressions rushed towards the bright street.